Adventures of the Prince of HP

Another two months have passed, it is already May, Alan still seems to keep the memory of being 11 years old, day by day, until one day, when Alan was walking slowly in the garden, he suddenly After a pause, Edward thought he was still in some pain. Just about to ask, he saw Allen kneeling on the ground with a bang as if he lost control of his body. He supported himself with difficulty, trembling all over, and his eyes were confused. The veins were exposed, and the cold sweat was breaking out, and the sweat dripped down the chin and onto the cobblestone floor.

"Alan?" Edward was startled and tried to help him up.But Alan waved his hand away from one side of his body, and sat on the ground in a panic, muttering, "Don't touch me...get away..."

Edward carefully withdrew his hand, and took two steps back in distress, "Okay, okay, don't touch... Alan, it's the father... Alan, look up, it's the father..."

Allen trembled and looked up, squinting his eyes and trying to identify, "... Father?"

Edward approached him slowly, but Allen stepped back tremblingly, raised his hand to refuse, and shouted, "I told you not to come here!"

Edward paused, and slowly took two steps back, "Father won't go... Alan, do you still know Father?"

"...you are the father?" Allen looked at him in a daze, his eyes almost lost focus, "You are lying to me... why is the father here?" Death Eater HQ? You're still trying to lie to me... Get out! Get out! Don't touch me!"

Edward only felt that the blood all over his body was cold. Allen's memory these days has actually recovered...but he didn't show it...no wonder, these days Allen doesn't allow people to touch...it was because he was afraid, he thought that everything here It's fake... But looking at him like this, there must be something wrong with his memory, and he's confused...

Edward smiled with difficulty, "No, Alan, this is Nurmengard, remember? Nurmengard, your uncle's place...you are safe, there is no Voldemort here...Alan? "

Allen couldn't listen, but just slumped on the ground with muddled eyes and struggled back, his body was covered with mud, "You lied to me...what else do you want to do to me...don't think that I will just turn you into my father and king I will believe you... Uncle was imprisoned in Nurmengard himself, how could he possibly have contact with my father... Why, you still want to use saints... You are dreaming..."

This movement startled Dumbledore and several saints, but Alan was even more panicked. He stepped back desperately, buried himself in the rose bushes, and held the branches in front of him, ignoring his hands and face Torn by rose thorns.

They would scream as soon as they got close to Alan. A saint didn't retreat, but tentatively took a step forward. Alan trembled even more, his eyes were gray, but he didn't make any further moves. Everyone looked at the saint and Allen, the saint took another step forward, Allen screamed and waved his hand, the powerful Cruciatus curse sent the saint flying back twenty feet, the saint cried out in pain.

Everyone swallowed hard.

Although Allen used to be afraid from time to time, he didn't use his magic power. They just needed to keep a distance and not scare Allen, but now, he couldn't control the destructive desire in his heart. If he hurt him, Allen would want to torture him to death...even, kill him.

No one can guarantee that this time it will be the Cruciatus Curse, and the next time it will be the Death Curse!

Dumbledore didn't dare to get close either. Allen learned the very powerful black magic, and even overwhelmed him when the magic power got out of control.

At this time, Grindelwald arrived. He looked at Alan with a gray face, and walked towards Alan without hesitation. He ignored Alan's magic power, because he fully understood how to prevent the damage of black magic, and everyone grabbed him. Watching Alan desperately screaming and casting black magic spells one after another, until Alan seemed to be pushed to the limit...

His eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see who was who at all. He just felt that these people wanted to hurt him. He shrank into a small ball and hid in the rose bushes. Those spikes brought a little pain to his body, but made him Felt safe because he was surrounded by tingling and nothing was being touched.

Until Grindelwald kept approaching here, he was angry and panicked, you still want to hurt me!You still want to rape me!You want to drag me out and put my hands and feet in chains!You still want to humiliate me!Are you tired of playing those tricks, and you still want to do it in front of so many people? !

The anger and murderous intent in his heart became heavier and heavier, and he swung a green spell with all his magic power.

go to hell!

leave me alone!

I can't wait for you to be out of your wits!

I can't wait for you to disappear from this world forever!

The power of this blow was so amazing that Grindelwald had to avoid it. All the saints immediately stayed away from the range of the spell. Dumbledore immediately pulled Edward back to a safe place.

The wall in the distance was smashed down, and dust and stones jumped out and fell on the people.

Allen let out a scream of panic, he retreated desperately into the rose, the skin that had just recovered was cut again, and the smell of blood came, he was terrified, because every time he bleeds blood, it means stronger He desperately waved spells around to prevent anyone from approaching, but such actions made blood flow more and more, and made him more and more panicked.

Everyone avoided the spell thrown by Allen in embarrassment, and Edward was dragged by Dumbledore in regret, until Grindelwald yelled, "You little bastard, do you want to destroy Nurmengard?!"

Allen stopped.

Everyone watched carefully, not daring to approach.

Grindelwald continued to yell, "Do you think you are a blasting genius after blowing up the crucible twice?"

Edward looked at Grindelwald worriedly, and then at Allen.

But to everyone's surprise, Allen calmed down slowly, and asked in a trembling and weak voice, "When I blew up the crucible...what was I boiling..."

"Potion of wolfsbane!" Grindelwald said angrily, "For the werewolf professor hired by my friend Al!"

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed into the rose, "Uncle...just now Voldemort tried to lie to me...that he is the king father..."

"That's it!" Grindelwald roared from a distance, "Get out of me! Hiding in the flowers, you thought you were a flower elf! You almost killed me!"

Edward was taken aback by the series of foul words. He looked at Alan hesitantly, but found that Alan seemed to have really calmed down.

When facing him in this world, the only people who are so blunt and upright are Floria and Grindelwald, but neither of them will harm him.

The young man moved out slowly and cautiously, and if anyone on their side made a move, he would immediately retract. Grindelwald said impatiently, "This group is all saints! The Death Eaters have all been kicked out by us." , this is Nurmengard! Nicklaus is still here!"

Nicklaus answered immediately, "Master, I'm here."

Grindelwald yelled again, "And your father, who pitifully left so many official duties and came here to take care of you, are you going to cast a death curse on your father?!"

Allen turned pale, and he screamed, "I didn't! Get out! Get out! My father is in Buckingham Palace! He is in Buckingham Palace! Don't try to lie to me!"

Grindelwald paused and looked at Edward.

Edward knew what he meant, and hurriedly whispered, "Tell Allen that you will send him back to Buckingham Palace and to me."

Grindelwald then yelled again, it was too loud, he coughed, "Come out! I will send you back myself! Send you back to Buckingham Palace to see your father!"

Alan huddled in the flowers, hesitatingly said, "...you didn't lie to me?"

"Why did I lie to you?! Is it your brain that was abused?!" Grindelwald roared.

Edward immediately looked at Allen anxiously, fearing that the word "abuse" would irritate Allen, but Allen didn't scream, he was obviously relieved, and moved out bit by bit. Scared him, they all backed away slowly, Allen pushed aside the thorny flowers, he paused, his fingers touched the cool sunlight, then shrank back, trembling all over, "I won't go out...don't come here... "

No matter what, he hid in the flowers and refused to come out, Grindelwald frowned anxiously, and simply sat on the dusty ground to accompany him, "Hey, you used to accompany me every day, old man, now I will accompany you too! "

Edward looked palely at the blood dripping from Alan's hands and face. Seeing Alan's frightened look, he almost fainted. He tried his best to maintain his composure, and said softly, "Let me go."

Dumbledore let go of his hand slowly, seeing that Edward really didn't move, he was also relieved.

Alan stepped back into the flowers until he was sure he was safe. He sat powerlessly in the dirt, holding a thorny stem tightly in his hand. He was drowsy, vaguely seeing the tyranny, The memory is chaotic and complicated, but it is slowly recovering.

He didn't move, and the large group of people didn't move, they all stood silently.

Edward wept silently, tears streaming down his face without wiping them.

nine months...

For nine full months...

He thought that Allen was about to return to normal. If Allen could never think of those atrocities, it didn't matter if he stayed at the age of 11. Anyway, this kid has always been smart...

However, he was wrong...

Allen's memory has been recovering. The child kept those suspicious and chaotic memories in his heart, often looked at them suspiciously, and was always afraid that one of them would suddenly become Voldemort and violate him...

He thought... thought Alan was in a good state of mind...

Edward slumped on the ground weakly. Even when Alexia passed away, he had never been so rude, but... For nine months, he was so distressed that he almost died every day, and he looked forward to Alan every day. The body can recover quickly...

The body recovered, but the spirit remained at the moment of collapse...

There was a burst of despair in his heart. Could it be that Alan really won't get better?Why don't he let go of the king's position and take Alan to live here forever...What responsibility, what people, what country...Go to hell...

The sun rose and set in the west for two weeks, and Alan still didn't come out, and everyone's faces were filled with worry—the place Alan was scratched by rose thorns hasn't been healed yet!

But they didn't dare to act presumptuously, for fear that Allen's self-regulation rules would be broken by them, and they were also afraid of being summoned with a killing curse or a crutch curse.

Allen sat in the mud in a daze, feeling unprecedented security. His memory was slowly reorganized and straightened out in this sense of security. How old is he now?Allen was a little confused, as if... 16 years old...

what did he do...?

Forbidden Forest... Chamber of Secrets... Durmstrang...

Goblet of Fire... Main Soul... Horcrux... Trading...

"My dear..." He murmured slowly, "Brother, don't hurt Muggles...and Muggleborns...it doesn't involve their lives..."

Everyone was shocked, and they all raised their ears to listen carefully.

"Revenge for kindness... Make another bet... I lost..." Alan's memory slowly returned, "He will make a big move...Father, be careful...I look down on you too..." His voice was ruthless Get up, "I'm going to use missiles... to bombard the wizarding world... I shouldn't have saved you at all..."

Allen struggled violently, his double pupils were hollow and seemed firm, he remembered... he remembered everything...

He stared at the stem and leaf for a long time, then lowered his head to check his body belatedly, only a thin layer of bruise remained, but there were some small scratches on his hands and face, and some wounds on his palms ——Probably scratched by these roses...

He found himself covered in mud, and subconsciously shrunk into a ball first, then remembered that he was the crown prince, so he shouldn't be so rude, he moved out slowly, paused when he pushed the last layer of thorns away, and took a step forward out.

Allen stood up straight and took a closer look at the place. It was a mess, and the surface of the building looked like it had been attacked by magic power, but he could tell that this was Nurmengard. He scanned the crowd, Edward, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Nicklaus... and a host of saints...

He squinted his eyes under the sunlight, and saluted Edward slowly, "Father, please forgive my son's disgrace..."

Edward's demeanor was not much better. Seeing that Alan seemed to be awake, he stood up from the ground with difficulty.

Allen waved his hand, and the powerful wand silently cleaned up the two of them, and then he saluted Grindelwald, "Uncle, I'm sorry for messing up Nurmengard." He raised his arms and cast With the powerful restoration spell, the dust and stones slowly returned to their place, and soon the entire castle was as if it had never been damaged.

Hope was rekindled in Edward's eyes. Now Alan is calm and rational, his behavior is logical and orderly, and he has a meticulous control of magic power. It seems to be really good, but he hesitates. After all, Alan's state two months ago looked It's even better than it is now...

Allen paused indiscernibly, and walked towards Edward, but he avoided Edward's touch, and just said, "Father, don't worry, my son's memory has been straightened out, and nothing will happen again .”

Edward was worried when the child said that, he said carefully, "Allen, do you still remember... Voldemort..."

"He violated my son." Alan's body trembled slightly, but he completed the sentence without a trace of hesitation and without any change in expression, "I remember, the whole process is clear. Does the father want my son to explain it in detail?"

"No," Edward immediately raised his hand in panic to stop, "No need...then you..."

"My son is fine," Alan raised his eyes, but his double pupils were dull. "My son is very sober. King father, uncle... aunt, don't worry."

Everyone watched carefully, even Grindelwald didn't dare to yell at Alan to get out of the flowers like a few days ago.

Allen paused and glanced around the saints, "My son wants to wash up first, and then eat something, can I ask Nicklaus to help prepare it?"

"Of course!" Nicklaus said immediately.

Gentleman Allen leaned over gracefully and courteously, gave Edward another heartfelt salute, and turned back to the castle.He walked steadily, and the pain seemed to be completely gone.

But everyone noticed that from the moment Allen stepped out of the flowers, he hadn't smiled, as if he had lost the ability to laugh.

When Allen washed up and went downstairs to eat, everyone found that he took care of himself very well. He was neatly dressed, blond, and well-mannered. Even the scratches on his face and hands were well taken care of. Now There is no scar at all, except for the thin and purple skin that is faintly visible on the collar of the shirt and the cuffs, there is no sign of illness on the whole body, except for not smiling, there is probably nothing to worry about.

Everyone is concerned.

Seeing this, Alan adjusted his facial features slightly, showing a trace of doubt, "Aren't father, uncle, and aunt hungry?"

When the three of them heard this, they picked up the fork absent-mindedly, and their eyes were still sizing up carefully. However, Alan just ate his meal gracefully, and even sensibly chose only the food that his body could digest. Finally, he took a sip of black tea, took a He took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then picked up a wet towel and wiped his hands carefully.

He sat up straight, "Father, aunt and uncle don't have to worry, my minister just couldn't adjust his facial features for a moment. Regarding that matter, there is no problem with his mentality anymore, and he won't foolishly drill into the flowers again."

The three of them immediately restrained their expressions and nodded. The three of them are all human beings, and their expressions and moods may not be the same. Allen is so sensible, he even knows why the three of them are worried.

Then Allen said goodbye and went upstairs to rest. The three of them looked at each other, all worried.