Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Quirrell huddled at the end of the crowd, looking at the confident and calm blond crown prince on the stage.

The voice in the head goes straight to the soul.

Voldemort sighed, "This Muggle crown prince...his ambitions almost run counter to ours..."

Quirrell dare not say a word.

—he was surrounded by little wizards.And at a time like this, casting the Silencing Curse beside him is really conspicuous.

Voldemort fell silent.

They listened to the thoughts of mechanical bearings and industrial standardization, and then watched Dumbledore lead the little prince to the principal's office.

Allen's wrist was tightly held by Dumbledore.

He felt a little regretful about the bruises that he had faded, otherwise he could use them again to try Dumbledore's sympathy.

Professor McGonagall followed Dumbledore with a straight face.

Now, even Professor Mao Mao, who has always loved him, turned against him...

Allen sat in the principal's office, looking at the frozen eyes of the two.

The blond boy seemed a little strange, and asked, "Professor, did I say something wrong with the Muggle machine just now?"

Dumbledore looked at him, shook his head slightly for a while, "No, what you said is very good, it's easy to understand..."

Allen showed a gentle smile, "That's great! It took me a lot of effort to write a manuscript that Draco could understand, and I was a little worried about whether they could understand it!"

The two professors in front of them still did not respond.

Allen seemed to finally realize something, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

He added, "Professor?"

Dumbledore came back to his senses, closed his palms hesitantly, and asked, "Alan, what you said at the beginning-did someone teach you? Or, did you read it in any books?"

Allen was taken aback, uncertain, "What?"

He slowed down, shook his head and said, "Of course this is my own opinion. Muggles are no different from wizards, aren't they?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Yes, child."

How could he have forgotten... All specific words of Grindelwald have been erased.

Except for those who really participated in those speeches, no one will know the scene of that year.

Allen narrowed his eyes strangely.

——Why didn’t the headmaster ask again?

He was a little angry, angry at the other party's doubts as if they were having fun, and summoned him whenever he wanted, and let him go when the doubts dissipated.

When he is what!

Allen lowered his eyes slightly, frowned and said, "Professor, have you paid attention to Harry recently?"

Dumbledore paused and asked, "What happened?"

The blond crown prince shook his head lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his words, "No, professor—he's fine. It's just...the savior has always been suspicious of Professor Snape, and suspected that he would steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Professor McGonagall's face turned red and white, and she held her wand in both hands angrily, "Oh! This child!"

Allen added fire calmly, "He thought that Quirrell was threatened by Professor Snape, and told me to visit Quirrell and cheer him up..."

Dumbledore paused, and took a candy silently and pretending to be nonchalant.

Alan smiled and added, "Professor, your 'Savior Trial' doesn't seem to be very effective? Otherwise, let me take it back to the palace to teach!

"After all, what my Majesty taught me is still reliable."

... It's not just reliable, it's very reliable!

Dumbledore raised his eyes silently, knowing that the other party had seen his suspicion, he straightened his back silently, and sighed softly.

"Sorry, Alan."

The old man said with difficulty, "You look too much like him..."

The blond crown prince frowned slightly, "With whom?"

The old principal did not speak, and Professor Mao Mao was also silent.

Allen sneered, "Sir, maybe you don't know much, but if I want to know something, it's only a matter of time."

The room was silent.

After a while, Dumbledore said softly, "Okay, Allen... well, it's Grindelwald."

Professor McGonagall was so nervous that he gripped his wand so tightly that he almost broke his wand.

The sea blue eyes are so quiet.

After a while, Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, and confirmed, "Grindelwald? Gellert Grindelwald?"

The name that had been silent for many years reappeared, and Dumbledore almost shed tears.

The azure blue eyes drooped slightly, the pair of white eyebrows gathered together again, and the half-moon lenses lightly covered the expression of the old man.

Dumbledore said softly, "yes."

The blond crown prince stared closely at the old man's expression, and then at Professor McGonagall, who was so nervous that he was about to lose his breath.

Hailan's pupils turned slightly, and asked, "Aren't you an enemy with him?"

Dumbledore covered his face gently, and said helplessly, "Alan, please..."

... Please stop talking.

Allen pursed his lips, looked at the rather poor old man, and then at the very nervous Professor Mao Mao.

Professor McGonagall stared and shook his head, trying to convey the message of "shut up" to Allen.

The blond boy sighed softly, "Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, please forgive my mistake."

He got up to say goodbye, turned and walked out of the principal's office.

Then, there was a knock on the door of Quirrell's office.