Adventures of the Prince of HP

Allen tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He couldn't help but wonder whether his decision was correct. He wanted such a domineering and powerful Voldemort to live. How much blood of Muggles and Muggles would he have to exchange?Or replace it with yourself?

The next day Alan was a little out of spirits, he sat alone in the last row of the classroom, Draco and Harry sat together, and the other little snakes didn't dare to come over.At such a time, Draco dared to go to Harry's side, either it was Voldemort's instruction, or Lucius hadn't asked him anything yet.

But the little wizards are very energetic. Before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a little lion in Gryffindor blew up a paper bird. The bird flew around and was photographed by everyone. There was a burst of joy in the classroom, and Alan couldn't help but smile slightly.At this time, the paper bird suddenly caught fire, flapped its wings twice, and fell back on the girl's table.

That Professor Umbridge was dressed in pink, showing a smile that was even faker than Lucius, with a face that was pretending to be friendly, and there was an air of bureaucracy all over her body. Her hands Holding the wand in her hand, seeing the little wizards quiet down, she withdrew her wand, showed a slightly shy smile, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Good morning, children."

Waving her wand, she wrote beautiful cursive letters on the blackboard from a distance, and said, "The Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations, OW-Ls, are often shortened to OWLs (owls)! Work hard and you will get a good grade." ! If it doesn’t go through, it could end badly.”

She showed that sweet smile again, raised her eyebrows intentionally, and tapped her side with her wand, and the books on the podium floated down, one by one, on their desks, "Your course It's been broken and incomplete, but you'll be delighted to find out that this year, you're going to have a proper, centered Defense Against the Dark Arts class directed by the Ministry, eh?"

Allen looked at the title of the book, "Theoretical Basis of Defense Against the Dark Arts for Beginners", he flipped through the book, and it was all theory.

Hermione raised her hand and asked, "Professor, I don't see a single defensive spell in this book."

"Why would you need to use spells in my class?" Umbridge shrilled. "You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free environment."

Allen lowered his eyes, he was afraid that he could not help but roll his eyes.

"Don't we all use magic?"

"What's the use? Isn't it dangerous if we're attacked?" Harry retorted.

Draco pulled Harry violently, and Harry looked at Draco angrily.

"In my class, you have to raise your hand to speak." Umbridge smiled. "This is the view of the Ministry of Magic. You can pass the exam as long as you master the theoretical knowledge. Isn't this the purpose of your coming to school?"

"So how can theory help us resist external risks?" Harry was impatient again, "How to resist Voldemort?"

The classroom was in an uproar.

Umbridge really stopped, her chest was heaving violently, but she still struggled to maintain that sweet smile, "There is no danger outside, and let me clarify one thing, you heard that the mysterious man came back, It's a total lie!"

Draco grabbed Harry immediately, but Harry shook his hand away, insisting, "It wasn't a lie! I saw him, and he cast the Cruciatus Curse on me! There's even..." He jerked pause.

Umbridge seemed to have caught his weakness, and he smiled a lot more calmly, "What?"

Harry looked at her, his chest heaved suddenly, he looked back to the last row of the classroom, turned his head, "...and more!"

"Professor!" Allen interrupted Harry. He stood up and made a gentleman's salute. "I am very happy to experience the new policy of the Ministry of Magic, but, with all due respect, this book is really not suitable."

Umbridge smiled. She knew that Fudge and Ellen often communicated, "Oh, Mr. Cornwall, what's wrong with this book?"

Alan chuckled, with some majesty in his smile, "Oh, professor, we are in the fifth grade after all, and we are about to face the Owls exam. You let us read beginner's books... Personally, I think it's not appropriate."

"Oh, yes." Umbridge smiled. "Oh, yes, it is indeed too simple for you, but these little wizards, you know, are too weak!" She deflated mouth, seemed to be coquettish to Allen, "I have to do this, are you right?"

Allen nodded with a perfect smile, "I see, you are really well-intentioned."

The little wizards in the classroom looked at Alan in surprise. Most of them didn't believe Harry's words, but they didn't like Umbridge at all, and didn't understand the subtle flattery in Alan's words.

Umbridge was happy, she smiled and asked Allen to sit down, turned around and walked to the podium, she stopped for a moment when she passed Harry, "Mr. Potter, shut up tightly, come to my office to find me later."

Harry seemed about to say something more, Draco twisted his arm with some anger, and he finally shut up.

Although the Defense Against the Dark Arts class fell into the worst situation ever, other classes were as usual, which finally gave everyone some comfort, but Alan did not. He received an unsigned and gorgeous letter every day. It is a gorgeous font that is exactly the same as Tom's, sometimes it is a reminder of his so-called "obligation", sometimes it is a photo of some pure-blood wizards being tortured, sometimes it is some dirty words that Alan can't bear, and sometimes it is the most naked threat... …

He got angry, and sent back a letter, which expressed extremely sharp meaning in extremely smooth and well-behaved terms-if these letters continued, he would rebel and show Voldemort!He also attached a death eater reorganization plan with five parchments at the end of the letter, asking Voldemort to consider it carefully.

Sure enough, the next day, he didn't receive such a letter, but a group of little snakes followed him quietly every day, seemingly waiting for orders at any time. In fact, Allen sneered, it was someone's surveillance .

At the spell practice session this Friday, Allen stood in the center of the round hall, watching the faces of the little wizards who looked up and guarded, as well as some worried and uneasy faces. Harry and the others were also among them. He showed a perfect smile, "Ask whatever you want!"

The little snakes remained silent, and a Gryffindor freshman from the Muggle world held up the book hesitantly, "Your Highness, has the mysterious man returned?"

Everyone paused and looked straight at Allen.Allen took a breath calmly, and his smile faded, "I know the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet strenuously deny this, but I want to say that the truth may not be the same."

Harry showed a somewhat excited smile, and the other little wizards turned pale.

Allen became serious, "The Spell Practice Society will still start as usual, providing everyone with the opportunity to practice spells. I hope you can become stronger as soon as possible and have the strength to protect yourself—especially the little Muggle and half-blood wizards!"

He paused, "But everyone, don't worry, I will fulfill the responsibility of the crown prince and protect you."

The little wizards were all flustered, and it took them half the time to calm down and start practicing spells hard.

Hermione obviously still believed in Alan. After the class, she stayed and called Alan.Alan glanced at the side slightly, there were a few little snakes there, and they were staring here intentionally or unintentionally, Alan's eyes signaled Hermione not to speak, Hermione glanced in the direction Alan was looking in surprise, swallowed, and Allen signaled his farewell and left.

"Not!" Alan said expressionlessly, the little snake over there immediately came to listen to instructions, Alan looked down at him, "I don't need to say some things, but if you make me unhappy, your father will also It won't be easy!"

Nott shrank his neck in fear. He thought of Allen, who had been tolerant, and said courageously, "Your Highness, if we don't take care of you, we..."

Allen looked at him for a while, then looked over at the little snake who looked at this side earnestly and apologetically, and lowered his eyes, "I don't need to worry about it, and you can relax a little bit, I know what to do and what not to do .”

Nott and the little snakes nodded quickly, with some thanks, they retreated to the door, but did not leave.

Allen's side cheeks sunken, and he returned to normal again. His double pupils were majestic and indifferent, and he walked towards the dormitory, and closed the door in the dormitory.He carefully inspected the things in the dormitory, but found no magic props for monitoring, so he cast a disillusionment spell on himself, passed through the door, passed the common room to the secret room, and from the secret room to the forbidden forest. Authorization found Hermione, he gently tugged on Hermione's robe, and whispered, "I'm Allen."

Hermione paused, and immediately said goodbye to Harry Ron, saying that she was going to the Black Lake to find a medicinal herb, which easily fooled the two silly boys. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, pretending to be a little uncomfortable, He asked in a low voice, "Your Highness?"

Allen's voice came, "I cast a silencing spell, don't worry about the sound."

Hermione relaxed slightly, and she walked towards the Black Lake, "His Highness is under surveillance?"

"Yes, let me make a long story short. The Mysterious Man is back. I have a deal with him. He won't kill Muggles, Muggleborns, and half-blood wizards, but that doesn't mean he won't hurt you. You have to be more careful."

Hermione raised her heart, what did His Highness pay for the deal with the mysterious man, "Then..."

"Don't mention what I said to you in front of anyone, or you will kill me. In addition, it is best not to appear in front of the Slytherins in the future, let alone talk to me, learn Morse code, and send encrypted messages when you have something to do."

Hermione panicked even more, her chest heaved slightly, and she squatted down by the lake, as if looking for herbs, "I see... Your Highness, Harry said, it was you who helped the mysterious man come back to life."

"I had no choice at the time, my first priority was to protect you," Hermione was slightly moved, and Alan continued, "Also, before Umbridge seals off the Spell Practice Society, you and Harry must establish A secret organization that practices spells in secret."

Hermione quickly realized, yes, Umbridge didn't let them learn spells, how could this society exist, she said, "I know Your Highness, but we don't have a venue."

"The Room of Requirement is just behind the blanket on the eighth floor where the troll beat Barnabas with a club. I meditated my request in my heart and walked back and forth three times. I have to go, lest someone come to the dormitory to find me."

"Your Highness!" Hermione called to stop him, "Your Highness, you are in danger now, you..."

Hermione felt her hair being stroked, and Alan's voice sounded, "Don't worry about me, Voldemort is my brother, he won't kill me."

Hermione heard the subtext, won't kill, will it hurt, will it humiliate, there are tears in her eyes, and Alan said quickly, "I'm leaving."

She whispered, "Your Highness?"

No one responded.

Hermione quickly wiped away her tears, pulled out a herb, and walked to the Gryffindor lounge in a daze. When she saw the little Slytherin snake on the way, she tried her best to look proud of finding the herb, and finally came back. In the lounge, she sat beside Harry and Ron in a daze, glanced down, and saw the scar on Harry's hand that hadn't healed.

"I don't know why Alan is like this? Sirius and Lupin all told me that Alan is trustworthy," Harry was at a loss, he didn't use any honorifics for Alan, "but he helped Voldemort and interrupted me What you said in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you can see that it was intentional! But today in class he admitted Voldemort's return...Which side is he on?!"

Ron sat on the side hesitantly, but still didn't speak.

Hermione couldn't help it anymore, "Harry, it's Your Highness Allen!"

"Hermione?" Harry was a little angry and puzzled, "Since when do you still care about these little details?"

Hermione took a deep breath, just as she was about to explain and then remembered Ellen's instructions, she closed her mouth and changed her words again, "It's time for us to set up a private spell practice, obviously, we are in the hands of Umbridge Nothing to learn! We can't sit still!"

Ron was puzzled, "But there is also Alan's spell practice learning, among other things, Alan really has nothing to do with little Muggle wizards!"

Harry wanted to say something, but stopped again.

Hermione looked at the two idiots, her chest heaving slightly, "What's in Umbridge's class, she obviously doesn't want us to learn spells, so how could she let His Royal Highness Ellen show such an organization, besides ..." She took a deep breath, and said with some difficulty, "...Harry, aren't you worried that His Highness is on Voldemort's side? Don't you worry about leaving the opportunity and capital of resistance in His Highness's hands?"

Harry looked at Hermione for a while, then nodded in response, "Okay!"