Adventures of the Prince of HP

Harry finished answering the History of Magic question with difficulty, and left the classroom rubbing his forehead—it wasn't that the question was too difficult, but he had frequent nightmares these days and his scar hurt badly.Hermione was going over the exam as she walked, and Ron was looking at Harry for help, which made him sick.

Harry ignored Ron, he looked towards the sky, always feeling a faint uneasiness in his heart, as if he had overlooked a very important matter.An owl flew across the sky, Harry thought, only Hagrid had ever written to him... He thought of Fluffy, Hagrid would never tell anyone how to subdue Fluffy!

but--

Harry jumped up suddenly and ran towards Hagrid's cabin.

Ron and Hermione followed him panting, and Harry yelled, "Don't you think it's weird? Hagrid wanted a dragon more than anything, and a stranger just happened to have one in his pocket." Dragon eggs? Isn’t this a coincidence?! Why didn’t I think of this before?”

Hagrid was sitting on a chair outside the hut, his trousers rolled up, facing a large bowl, busily peeling peas.He saw Harry and the others, smiled and said, "The exam is over? Any time for a cup of tea?"

Harry cut him off, "No, Hagrid! I wonder where you got your dragon eggs?"

When Hagrid finished speaking, the faces of the three little ones turned pale, and Hagrid hurriedly said, "Alan also knows about this, he said it was just a dragon vendor, don't worry!"

Hearing that Alan already knew about it, the three little ones felt at ease, but this matter was too big, and they had to go to Alan to confirm it immediately!

Allen stood on the clock tower, next to the bloody Barrow.The ghost who frightened countless little wizards seemed aggrieved, "Little master is so busy, I haven't had a chance to talk to you."

Allen took out the portrait of Salazar to let their master and servant talk. He glanced at Hagrid's cabin and saw the three little ones running back in a panic. He knew that all the conditions for this test were ready—ha Leigh wasn't too stupid.He chuckled, bowed to Salazar, took back the portrait, and said to Barrow, "I'm going to take care of some things first, and we will have a chance to meet later." Barrow quickly saluted.

Allen took a step, turned a corner, and appeared in front of the three little ones, with a perfect smile, "Huh? What's the matter with you?"

Harry hurriedly said, "Your Highness!" He swallowed, moved closer to Alan and lowered his voice, "Your Highness knows that Hagrid has leaked Lu Wei's uniform method?"

Allen nodded, "Play music!"

The three panicked, "Then why are you so calm!"

Allen glanced at the three of them and sighed in his heart. He had just praised them, but he didn't use his brain anymore. "It's broad daylight, and there are people coming and going in the castle. How many people will do bad things at this time?"

The three little ones breathed a sigh of relief.

Allen continued, "But Principal Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic today, so..."

The faces of the three little ones turned pale again, Harry pursed his lips, "Voldemort plans to move tonight..."

Allen nodded, "So if you want to stop him, remember to take a look behind the trapdoor tonight!"

Hermione was anxious, "Your Highness?! That's too dangerous!"

Allen glanced at her and shook his head, "The savior doesn't have Zige who is protected in the greenhouse! As the savior, Harry doesn't have any experience and training in defeating the evil forces. Could it be possible for Harry to go directly to his death in the war?" " Alan was helpless, "Besides, you must be able to disarm the mechanism under the trapdoor!" The three panicked even more, "Wouldn't it be easier for Snape?!"

Allen choked in his chest and gave up arguing. They would know the truth soon, so they nodded, "Yes!"

The three of them were no longer in the mood to be happy because Alan agreed that Snape was a bad guy, they looked at Alan with some expectation, "Your Highness/Alan will go with us, right?"

Allen shook his head, "This is a special training for the Savior team. I went there, what room do you have for training? Besides, I will go out of school to participate in the special training on weekends, and I won't be here tonight. So you guys work hard! I will cheer for you! You are in solidarity!"

The three little ones almost cried.

Allen sighed, "Why are you so nervous? Isn't there a Portkey that can save lives?" Seeing the three people's suddenly enlightened and relieved expressions, he smiled, "I wish you success in advance!" He turned around and disappeared in place.

Ron looked at him a little enviously.

Allen had moved Harry's Portkey destination to the Gryffindor lounge, how could he not be there?The revenge for hitting Draco with the broom has not yet been avenged!Now I have to add one more thing - the Forbidden Forest scare!

At night, in the restricted area on the fourth floor, when Quirrell passed through the black flames to reach the final checkpoint, the well-dressed Allen came out from behind the Mirror of Erised with a smile, "Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Quilo's face twisted for a moment, and he stammered, "Ai, Alan! Why are you here? This is a restricted area! You shouldn't, you shouldn't come!"

Allen had a perfect smile and was graceful and graceful. He stroked his wand with his left hand, "Then why is the professor here? Is it the inspection agency?"

Quirrell stammered, "Yes, yes."

"It turned out that I was wrong. It is not the professor who is related to the Dark Lord, nor is it the professor who released the troll, nor is it the professor who disturbed Harry's broom!" Allen sighed regretfully, "'Era will pass away, Life lasts forever', it seems the professor didn't think much about it."

Quirrell's facial expression became normal, his aura sank, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "When did Alan find out?"

"After you taught me the Disarming Charm and gave me that book of black magic."

Quirrell shook his head and sighed, "It's so early! You are the smartest kid I've ever seen!" At this time, another voice came from Quirrell's body, "Let me talk to him!"

Allen's face changed, what's the matter? !

Quirrell glanced at Allen worriedly, and removed the turban wrapped around his head. The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small.Then, slowly, he turned around on the spot.

Allen opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound for a moment—the place where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, had a hideous and terrifying face.The color of the face was dead white like chalk, with bright red eyes shining, and two nostrils that were as long and slender as snakes.

[Alan, my brother. 】 His voice was low and weak, like a whisper.

Allen opened his eyes wide in shock, and said in a hoarse voice, 【...Brother?How do you...]

[Look at what I have become! ] said the face, 【Only shadows and vapors remain.I can only have form if I share a body with others, though there are always those who would like to let me into their hearts and minds, and the unicorn blood has given me back some of my strength over the past few weeks.The day you saw Quirrell drink blood for me in the forest, once I got the elixir, I'd be able to recreate a body of my own. 】

Allen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he calmed down, [Then reconvene the Death Eaters, disrupt the wizarding world, and kill Muggles for fun? 】

That face twitched slightly, 【Oh, Alan, you should know that Muggles are not worth mentioning. In this world, only power and strength are the truth!something else……】

Allen interrupted him, his face sank, [What a pity, brother.I'm the crown prince of Muggles, and I never thought they were worth mentioning!They have expectations, expectations of living better, with their own hands or their minds...]

【No! ] That face twisted and screamed, 【Muggles are a bunch of livestock!They are naturally inferior to wizards! 】

Allen looked at him with pity, the majestic Dark Lord, who had become neither human nor ghost.He took a step back, 【No.Why doesn't brother want to take a good look at them?You will be amazed by their intelligence! 】

Voldemort seemed to be panting, and he gave up talking to Allen—it was too exhausting—and told Quirrell, "Get him!"

Quirrell got the order, turned his head, looked at Allen, hesitation flashed in his eyes, Voldemort urged, "Catch him!!" Quirrell raised his wand and cast a binding spell on Allen.

Allen raised the wand to spread out the light, his eyes were calm, "The binding curse can't do anything to me!"

They started to fight, Allen was just defending, not actively attacking, with a look of pain in his eyes, he persuaded, "Professor, stop! I can act like I don't know anything."

Quirrell stopped chanting, "Alan, I don't want to hurt you, as long as you don't stop me from getting the Philosopher's Stone."

Allen counted the time, and Harry should have arrived, so he pointed at Quirrell's wand and hung it down, as if he was persuaded, he glanced at Quirrell, and said to Voldemort, 【Brother, I'm sorry, I still don't agree with you. View.Please think carefully about what I said last time! 】As soon as the voice fell, his figure disappeared.

Quirrell searched the house for a while, confirmed that Allen was not here, and he was faintly relieved-he really didn't want to hurt Allen.Then he went to the magnificent mirror in the middle, and he saw that he was holding the Philosopher's Stone, but he couldn't get it out of the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, Harry walked through the black flames, wearing a red sweater over his pajamas, and entered the last room.There was already someone in there - not Snape!Harry stared in horror at the hideous, angry face on the back of his head when Quirrell turned around.

"You!" Harry gasped in astonishment.

Quirrell smiled, his face not twitching at all. "It's me," he said calmly. "I was just wondering if I'd meet you here, Potter."

"But I thought—Snape—"

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed chillingly. He was surprised by Harry's stupidity. "Yeah, Snape doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? It's really a convenience for me! But I'm curious, Alan has guessed my identity a long time ago, didn't he tell you guys?"

Harry shook his head in shock. He remembered how many times Alan had told them that Snape was definitely a good person, but he still couldn't believe it. He said, "But Snape once tried to kill me!"

Then, Alan hid himself, watched Quirrell tie up Harry and talked freely, telling the truth about the Quidditch game, where the troll belonged, and what Snape had been doing to protect Harry.

Allen had been watching Quirrell's movements with full vigilance to prevent him from throwing an Avada in the past to solve everything, but he was forced to listen to a lot of words. He was a little helpless, the villain died because of talking too much!But he was looking forward to more from Quirrell, yes, his poor Potions teacher was misunderstood by Harry so badly!Who told that that person usually only finds faults and sprays venom at Harry!

Quirrell finally satisfied his desire to show off—he was really hit by Allen just now, "Okay, just wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry realize that the thing standing behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised.However, he turned his back to put more pressure on Harry - Voldemort was staring fiercely at Harry with red eyes, and the killing intent made Harry's spirit cap chill.

Under such gazes, Harry hardly dared to speak, but he still stammered and guided Quirrell to speak more, trying not to let Quirrell concentrate.

Allen, who was watching, nodded, very good, the courage of the savior is still very commendable!Dumbledore needn't be so worried!

Immediately after Voldemort directed Quirrell and pressed Harry in front of the magic mirror, Allen was shocked to see a piece of his pocket protruding.He had to say that Dumbledore's arrangement was crazy!

Allen raised his vigilance. He felt that Voldemort could not bear it anymore, but Voldemort was still willing to talk nonsense with Harry. After 5 minutes, he finally entered the link that Allen had been vigilant all along——

Harry sprinted towards the door, which was burning with black flames, and Voldemort screamed, "Grab him!" Then Quirrell grabbed Harry's wrist tightly with his hand.

Allen, who was about to appear, stopped again, and looked at Quirrell with a little confusion, you said how convenient it is for you to go there with Avada!

Harry yelled and struggled desperately.Afterwards, both Ellen and Harry were shocked-Qiluo let go of his hand, he bowed in pain, and his fingers were blistered one by one.

"Catch him!" Voldemort screamed again.Quirrell leaped forward, knocked Harry to the ground, sat on top of him, grabbed Harry's neck with both hands, and let go quickly—his hands were burnt, red shine.

"Then kill him, fool, and hurry!" said Voldemort in a harsh voice.

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to say a death curse.Allen raised his wand and cast a protective spell on Harry.But Harry instinctively raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face!Blisters even appeared on Quirrell's face!

Harry seemed to suddenly understand the way to restrain Quirrell - he jumped up, grabbed Quirrell's arm, and refused to let go.Quirrell screamed, desperately trying to shake Harry off, and then, twisting in pain, Quirrell hit the ground and turned into a pile of stones.And Harry was also knocked unconscious by the furious Voldemort's soul body, and then the black mist roared and left here.

Allen stared blankly at this weird battle, then glanced at his wand, and suddenly felt that he was superfluous!He confirmed that his elder brother had left, removed the Disillusionment Charm, walked towards Harry, touched Harry's neck, well, the savior is still alive!Then Allen thought about how to bring the savior back. Before he could come up with anything, Dumbledore appeared from behind the flames with a serious face. Seeing Allen beside Harry, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the scene, he found a cloud of gray Quirrell.

Allen glanced helplessly at the old man, tapped Harry with his wand, and floated a certain savior up, ready to be sent to the medical wing later.He turned his head to look at the pile of ashes of Quirrell, with complicated eyes, finally took out a pen from his pocket, tapped his magic wand, and turned it into an urn, and Quirrell's ashes floated up and flew in automatically.

Dumbledore still had a hint of worry for Harry on his face, and when he saw his behavior, he smiled gratifiedly.