Adventures of the Prince of HP

The next day Allen woke up with an extremely normal biological clock. He curled up on the bed and opened his eyes, looking at the French windows where the sky was gradually rising, remembering Tom's reaction, but caring about how he calmed down when he went back to his diary, with a blank expression on his face.

...he was wrong.

Tom's consciousness is unique, and after fusion, it no longer exists.

How could Tom treat himself so tyrannically, he would not even hurt himself when he did something, if it wasn't for his insistence on the night of the Goblet of Fire Christmas Ball, he would probably have endured until he became an adult.

He stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows in rapt attention. The red clouds gradually spread to his double pupils through the window, like the surface of the sea in the morning. After a while, he sat up and washed himself. He looked at himself in the mirror. I could only see the bruises, put on the shirt, and slowly buttoned it to the top. I chose the emerald silver cufflinks and put them in place. I picked a finger-wide dark green velvet tie and tied it into a bow tie. , put on a well-tailored light gray coat, and combed her slightly curly golden hair.

Allen looked at himself in the mirror, still looking like a noble gentleman, but the gentleness disappeared, adding a bit of majesty. He tried hard to draw a smile, but failed.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the slight water stains on the sink, slowly wiped away those marks, and washed his hands.

Here's the lesson — not all kindness pays off, even when you've got your heart and lungs out.

Voldemort...

His body began to tremble a little, his eyelashes began to blink uncontrollably, his trembling hands clenched the edge of the stage...

Can't go on like this...

He couldn't allow his body to lose control just because someone abused him...

If he would tremble endlessly even thinking of this person and his name in the future, he would probably be useless!

Allen took a deep breath and calmed down slowly. He could not allow this to happen. He is the crown prince, and his dignity cannot be trampled on!He must recover, he wants revenge!

He lowered his head and slowly raised his eyes. The smooth lines of his eyebrows were clearly revealed at this moment, but the silent content in those double pupils was scary. Alan helped his waist and stood up slowly. With messy skirts, he turned and went downstairs.

The atmosphere of the breakfast was still a bit weird, until Allen was done, he looked at the three cautiously, and suddenly said, "Father, my son wants to go back to Hogwarts."

"No!" Edward immediately vetoed, "Absolutely not! My father thinks you are not suitable for the wizarding world. This place is chaotic and too dangerous!"

Allen was silent for a moment, then he turned to Edward and lowered his eyes again, "My son, I have something to hide from my father, please don't blame my father."

Edward paused, hesitated, "...you say it."

"Father still remembers that my son once said about Voldemort..." He paused, his body trembling slightly, but he continued without changing his face, "The first Horcrux I had was a diary from his school days. "After getting Edward's confirmation, he said, "My son fell in love with him."

Edward slammed the table and stood up, his face full of anger, "Alan!"

Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked at each other worriedly.

The king got up, how could the crown prince sit down, so Allen also stood up and stood aside, "My son is guilty." He paused and raised his eyes, "My son thought that Tom and the master's soul merged, and my son could live and die with him." Together, we can turn the tide and protect the people. Voldemort..."

Allen's hands were trembling constantly. He clasped them in front of his body and managed to control them with a little force, "When he first hurt Erchen, Erchen tolerated and backed down for a while because some of his behaviors were similar to Tom's. Like, I thought it could arouse Tom's consciousness, so at the meeting of the Death Eaters, knowing that Voldemort..."

His body trembled even more, but his expression did not change at all, "I have already broken my promise, but I still didn't evacuate immediately. I have some expectations. If he admits his mistake, I can also blame him on his subordinates, deceiving himself and others." .”

Edward said angrily, "Alan!"

Since you know he will hurt you, why don't you go!Blindfolded, throwing away reason, you...!

However, Allen stood with his eyes downcast, motionless as a mountain, "So that in the end, it's my son's fault that he ended up like this."

"Alan!" Edward interrupted him regretfully, "It's not your fault!"

Allen raised his eyes and looked at Edward, "But I don't regret it, I don't regret every decision, because that decision was made by my son after careful consideration, various considerations, and in the end... I also admitted that I Still in love with Tom, I probably won't be able to take him out of my life for the rest of my life."

Edward was a little desperate, and he heard Allen say, "But as the crown prince, I am not willing to be trampled on by others! Now even hearing the name of the tormentor and thinking of this person makes me tremble all over, I am not ashamed of this! I swear To overcome this, if this is the case, you can’t always stay away from the root, approach and overcome, this is the courage that a crown prince should have.”

Edward closed his eyes, his voice trembling, "...have you decided?"

"Yes."

"No more changes?"

"Yes."

Edward looked at Allen for a while, "If something happens to you again..."

"My son won't." Allen raised his eyes, "I won't give anyone another chance to hurt me."

Edward frowned slightly, unable to bear it, he touched Alan's head, "...then go...my father believes in you."

Allen was taken aback, and leaned forward to salute, "Thank you, father...don't worry, my son will learn a lot from a fall, and he won't be stupid again."

After Allen left, Edward held his forehead helplessly and distressedly.

Grindelwald snorted softly and smiled slightly, "This kid is not bad! Edward, Alexia gave you a good son!"

Dumbledore also had complicated eyes, "Alan is more honest than me..."

Grindelwald looked at him, "It's also more honest than me..."

Now that the decision was made, Allen and Edward got on the carriage of the Sky Horse the next day, took the pile of condolence gifts, and set off for London with Dumbledore.

However, Allen followed Edward back to Buckingham Palace first, and recorded a video to inform the people of the country and the governments of various countries that he had recovered. At the same time, he thanked all the people and dignitaries of various countries for their concern. He stayed at Buckingham Palace for seven days and received some visiting guests. The princesses and princes responded to a lot of letters of concern, attended several events to show their status, rejected interviews from some newspapers, and prepared to go to Hogwarts.

Before leaving, Daria said worriedly, "Allen, are you going to that school again? Don't you? What if another terrorist attack..."

Allen chuckled, although he still didn't smile, but his face softened a lot, "No, I promise." He leaned over and kissed the back of Daria's hand lightly, "It's a pity that I don't understand your intentions now, but I also have someone I love, I hope you can find someone who treats you like your life, and grow old with him forever."

Daria paused, her face turned pale, her eyes were filled with tears, her lips twitched, "Who is that person? Is she better than me? Will you marry her?"

"It's not better than you, and I won't marry anyone. It's just Cupid..." He sighed, "He's a brat, and he only shoots arrows according to his own will."

Daria looked at him, turned sharply and ran away, seeming to wipe away tears.

Allen sighed and said goodbye to Edward.

The transformed Dark Lord was very happy when he heard the news that Allen was coming back. He looked pale and read the latest memory provided by Dumbledore, and was stabbed to pieces by Allen's calm and indifferent words, but Allen was coming back, he said he would Get close, conquer yourself...

Okay, okay, this means that I can see him again!I can still see a living Allen again!

His hand is resting on the edge of the pensieve, his slender fingers are very beautiful, and on the ring finger of his left hand is an extremely simple platinum ring--Alan's first alchemy product, which was made for the soul piece of the diary whose soul was damaged. A ring that helps stabilize the soul.Since he returned from Nurmengard, he has turned it out and worn it on his finger.

His face is pale and his cheeks are thin. In the past nine months, he has been in pain all the time. He hangs his life purely on the memory of the diary period and Alan's recent situation. The only time to be happy.

He stayed in St. Mungo's Hospital for nearly a month, followed by the pain of horcrux fusion and a long flight, and stayed outside Nurmengard for a long time without sleep, eating or drinking, and was seriously injured by Edward. When he came back, he continued to carry out Allen's plan again and again. He hadn't had much rest, but Allen's plan was completed in only five months. For the next month, he looked at the plans provided by Dumbledore every day. Memorizing the day, stuffing food and drinking water indiscriminately, just to ensure that you don't die, it's really not healthy.

But none of this matters!

Allen is coming back!

He smiled happily, Alan is not dead, he has come to his senses, even though the little golden retriever came back to settle accounts with him, but what does that matter!That little guy is still alive and kicking, he still has the mind to take care of himself, his mind is complete, and he is still proud!

Those who lose their dignity and lose their sense of security to protect themselves are all nonsense!Allen is fine!

The boulder in his heart was put down, he leaned against the side of the Pensieve, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he glanced at the date, May 5th, well, it was the day when the little golden retriever came back. This year, Hogwarts did not hire a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and it has always been Severer Si concurrently...

He thought about it, quickly got up from the ground, groomed himself like a boy on a date for the first time, and combed his jet-like hair neatly.

He changed into a black and silver suit that Allen had praised. It was specially designed and well-tailored. Inside was a white shirt with a collar pin at the collar, wider cuffs with three buttons, and the sleeves of the suit jacket were slightly shorter, which was just right. The cuffs of the shirt are perfectly exposed, and a simple obsidian brooch is pinned to the collar of the suit.

To be precise, this suit was personally selected by Allen, and the design from the inside to the outside was approved by Allen, as if it was a gift from Allen, and he has been hanging it in the closet very cherished. I can't bear to wear it.

But today is different. He took out the cherished and preserved Allen's wand, put it in a beautiful box, and quickly arrived at Hogwarts. In a very short time, he finalized the appointment with Dumbledore as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then he forced Dumbledore to announce the news during lunch, and waited expectantly for the return of the little golden retriever in the evening.

After Alan bid farewell to Edward, he immediately apparated to Hogwarts. The school gate of Nuo University slowly opened, and Alan could feel the joy of the castle. Although he lost his wand, the castle still recognized his The identity is like in the hands of Umbridge, Dumbledore was forced to resign, but Hogwarts still only recognizes the old man as the headmaster.

Allen was in a better mood. He went back to the dormitory to change his school robes. He paused in front of the new dormitory, his hands trembling slightly. He slowly pushed it away and found that the style inside had changed. All the furniture and arrangements are exactly the same in the style transformed by Tronshi himself, the only difference is that these things are originally like this, instead of relying on transfiguration.

He was silent for a moment, tried hard to control his hands not to tremble, and calmly changed into the school robe.Relying on his master's privilege, he stepped across the entrance of the cafeteria hall. The door opened slowly, and everyone fell silent the moment they saw him.

There are too many things that can be discussed about him. The person whom the Dark Lord admits to be in love with, who indirectly saved the wizarding world, is said to have been injured by the Dark Lord and went elsewhere to recuperate, and now he is recovering.

Allen didn't care about their sizing up, except for a certain person, which made his body tremble. He looked at the teacher's seat, hesitating for a moment, should he go in?

After a while, he snorted, originally he wanted to come back to overcome this damn body reaction, but now he hid, isn't that a joke?

He clenched his fists vigorously, walked into the hall evenly, and sat in the place where the little snakes made way for him—the head of the sixth grade.

Dumbledore stood up, "In the past half a year, many things have happened, and everyone must know it all the time, but what I want to say is that you will never imagine what kind of price Alan paid, and for the final result. He is a respectable and powerful wizard, an admirable and responsible crown prince, and a hero, let us welcome his return!"

He looked at Allen, and took the lead in applauding with great relief and distress.

The whole hall burst into applause, Allen got up and gave a gentleman's salute.

When everyone's eyes were on Alan at the door, Tom couldn't describe his heart, as if it was about to break through his chest, his limbs were numb, and the love in his eyes was so hot that it could overflow, he was fascinated , At a loss, feel ashamed.

Tom sat at the seat closest to the long Slytherin table, and looked at Alan with a correct gaze. His behavior was as always impeccable, a gentleman was elegant, dignified and majestic, but he lost weight and stopped smiling. He lowered his eyes and didn't look at himself, no, he lowered his eyes and didn't look at anyone, it seemed that something was missing from him...

...with less tenderness.

...It lacks the gentleness that can compare with the aurora all over the sky.

When Alan sat on the long table, the old man started to speak, and everyone started to applaud, Tom's eyes, ears, and heart were still quiet, only Alan, only Alan, and only his own heart that seemed to be about to explode. crazy beating.

He came alive.

It brought him back to life, too.

Had he seen Durmstrang's bedroom that he had copied for him?That was the happiest place they could remember!Does he still remember?

The sight was so hot and naked that all the professors and students tacitly refused to look at those two people, and Alan felt it too. His body and fingers were trembling slightly all the time, because his expression was so immobile and The cover of the robe couldn't be seen, but... He took a deep breath and frowned slightly. This sight really affected his meal.

He picked up the knife and fork, took a piece of lamb chops, and started to eat slowly. His movements were very slow, because he wanted to restrain his trembling. He used half of it. So he drank the lipstick tea, wiped his mouth and hands, and put his hands under the table.

This is just the beginning...

Allen took a deep breath calmly, comforting himself, take your time, the future will be long!

Tom frowned worriedly. Alan ate too little and he was so thin. Is this enough?He hasn't laughed until now, is it because of himself?Did I make a wrong decision to come here, but it made Alan not recover well?

He blamed himself, and in front of Alan, he felt that he would never be able to stand up straight and be confident. He owed the little golden retriever so much, and he only asked Alan to give him a chance to repay it...

He loves him!