Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

That evening, Lance gathered all the people in charge. They stood by the lake, with team members with determined eyes behind them.

These are their respective most loyal subordinates.

Lance looked at them from a slightly higher position, as if a general was inspecting his soldiers.

He nodded to Diana on the side, and then said, "Everyone, a few years ago, we were bullied in the magical world. Today, it is finally our turn to make the decision!

"This is the last battle! His Highness said there will be no further trouble!"

The light purple pupils turned to one side sternly and said coldly,

"Surprise tonight, leave no one behind!"

The crowd shouted, "Yes!"

Soon, all the people in charge were dispersed. Anna Bailey, the head of internal affairs, and Ms. Sherlock Buckland, the head of education, were stationed in Windermere. All other heads set off with their people.

They all put on Death Eater masks.

The lady who used to have long flowing skirts put on wizard robes, stepped on knight boots, and proudly became a warrior.

Not to mention men.

They are already gearing up.

The medical team was assigned to each team. Together with the knights who were very good at fighting, they formed a corresponding number of teams based on the number of strongholds to be attacked tonight. They set off at the same time and ambush each stronghold.

Allen stood in the courtyard of Windermere, looking at the evening stars in the sky.

His magic thread was constantly being drawn.

——That was the heads of each team passing information to him.

His left wrist was still painfully healing and tearing, and his brain was not as sensitive as before, as if a resistor had been artificially inserted into it.

There is really not enough time...

Allen sighed silently - he really didn't have the energy anymore, and he really didn't want to use this precarious energy to face the troubles and interests of the pure-blood family.

Since these people attacked Windermere first, don't blame him for attacking later.

He took out a box with exquisite magic inscriptions from his pocket. If Draco were here, he would definitely recognize it as the magic box that once sealed Voldemort's soul.

Now, what is sealed here is the last soul piece.

Yes, the soul piece pulled from Harry.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly, raised the panel of the contact badge, and slightly raised the corners of his lips when he saw the words "in place" coming from the person in charge above.

it's time.

The knights are in place, and it's time for the king to give his orders.

He glanced sideways and disappeared into Windermere with the box.

Soon, the peaceful night in the magical world was suddenly awakened.

Azkaban was exploded by a wizard wrapped in black mist and suspended in the air.

All the dementors fled from here.

A huge dark mark appeared in the sky, accompanied by the sharp sound of sparks emitted by the wand, and the unruly laughter appeared outside the houses, awakening countless people from their dreams.

They dressed in fear and quietly looked outside through the window. They saw groups of masked wizards marching with torches, looking left and right at the people in the houses.

What those people were wearing...

It's clearly a Death Eater mask!

There were even some dark wizards they had seen in the newspapers who were imprisoned in Azkaban!

Wizards fear the center of the earth like a drum.

Didn't it mean that Voldemort had been completely crushed by the Muggle Crown Prince?

Yes, the legitimacy of that action is aside for the time being, but wasn't Voldemort killed by the Muggle Crown Prince on the edge of the Black Lake, during the Triwizard Tournament, under the witness of countless people? !

Why are there still Death Eaters?

Why are there so many Death Eaters?

What does Scrimgeour do for food?

Scrimgeour also didn't understand. He now lived at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. He was very troubled by those purebloods occupying the Ministry of Magic. He had just fallen asleep when he was photographed by Sirius again.

Now he was sitting seriously at the dining table, still wearing his pajamas, waiting for news from Lupine and Mr. Weasley who were out exploring, and looked at each other with Dumbledore who was rushing over.

None of them dared to gamble.

Although Dumbledore knew more about the situation and knew that Voldemort's Horcruxes had probably been eliminated, the original diary confessed that he wanted to create seven Horcruxes in total, and as everyone knows...

Only six have been found so far.

At first they thought that Voldemort only made five Horcruxes, and then the king was injured by the hidden soul pieces.

This time, no one dared to bet.

Soon, Lupine and Mr. Weasley came back with news from the outside.

"Ah, Albus...it's a mess outside, it's a mess! There are people running around and crying everywhere..."

"Yes, there are many people wearing Death Eater masks on the street, and I seem to see Bellatrix among them..."

So they said.

Scrimgeour frowned and asked, "Are you sure? It's Bellatrix?"

Lupine nodded, "Yes, Minister. We were absolutely right."

Dumbledore tugged on his beard and sighed, "I'm afraid it's really Voldemort. He came back, blew up Azkaban, and released his most loyal subordinates."

Soon, Kingsley came over holding the injury on his arm and spat,

"Bah, there are Death Eaters everywhere! This damn wound - Rodolphus Lestrange is really not a vegetarian!"

As soon as these words came out, all the previous speculations seemed to become solid evidence.

Sirius slapped the table hard, "Damn, these damn bastards!"

Scrimgeour said loudly, "There's no use talking about it now!"

He looked at Sirius, then at Dumbledore, and said,

"Everyone, I have already asked the crown prince to modify the Ministry of Magic's portable communications. Now, I am willing to call all the Aurors here and distribute our communications pocket watches to you!

"Disaster strikes..."

He stood up and said, "Everyone, the magic world depends on us!"

Soon, the Order of the Phoenix and Aurors cooperated and went out to fight against the enemy.

As for Allen, the moment he forged the Dark Mark and released the Death Eaters, he issued instructions to the leaders of each team——

[action! ]

The moment the contact badge glowed with golden light, all the teams started to annihilate those purebloods and all the magical creatures in the manor.

But they all missed one spot.

——Ministry of Magic.

This place is reserved for Scrimgeour.

Real Death Eaters were causing chaos everywhere. The knights killed political opponents in their name. Then they changed their Death Eater masks and robes, stuffed them into the space spell bag they carried, picked up their wands, and He is a righteous citizen who supports the Ministry of Magic.

Lance took them around to comfort and help ordinary wizards who were frightened and injured, and gained a lot of goodwill.

Diana led her team back outside Windermere Castle and began to cleanse the enemies who had besieged the castle for many days.

Soon, Diana ran into the Aurors sent by Scrimgeour to Windermere for help.

On Lance's side, he also met Sirius who was fighting the enemy bravely.

The two parties officially joined forces and began to wrap up the mess, trapping and killing the rebellious Death Eaters, and besieging the occupied Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore was very pleased.

This relief reached its peak when seeing Allen's face pale and still holding on.

Seeing Allen like this, Lance suddenly became anxious.

"Your Highness!"

He surrounded Allen, anxious, "Why has your health deteriorated again? You promised me! You lied to me again!"

Allen had no choice but to cover his heart and twitch the corners of his mouth at him.

The pain is real, the illness is real, and the increasingly broken body is real.

But all actions taken today are fake.

He remembered His Majesty's teaching - if you want to win the game, you must create an enemy.

Voldemort is ready-made, and the fight between the pureblood and Scrimgeour is also ready-made. He only needs to perform one scene to gain both fame and fortune.

It's just that he ignored...

The cramping pain in his heart became increasingly severe, making him almost unable to straighten his back, and layers of cold sweat oozed out on his pale forehead...

He glanced at Dumbledore. The old principal immediately realized something and asked everyone to leave temporarily while he treated Allen.

As soon as these people left, Allen felt relieved and took out the blood-red elixir and swallowed it in front of Dumbledore.

Visible to the naked eye, his condition has improved a lot.

Dumbledore was also relieved, but more pity arose in his heart.

The elixir of life...

Is this the only way?

Allen also sighed in his heart - it seems that excessive use of magic will increase the load on life force.

He overestimated himself after all.