Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

On Sunday, it was still time for Nicole Flamel's alchemy.

Alan arranged his clothes under the praise of the magic mirror, and then took out the door key that had been activated dozens of times-a colorful pink stone.

The feeling of the navel being hooked, the space seems to be distorted, and the surrounding scenery is spinning...

Allen was used to the Portkey's side effects, though.

He lightly stepped on the magic factor in the air, as if flying.

Ever since he took control of the "Zeus" domain, Allen hasn't worked hard on creating flying spells.

To be precise, he didn't need the spell anymore.

All the magical factors in the air are like his most loyal subjects. As long as he has a thought, they will go forward and follow him to fulfill his wish.

In a sense, such a magic factor is much easier to use than subordinates.

After all, dealing with them does not require any emotion at all.

Allen is the complete beneficiary.

The blond crown prince landed in Nicole Flamel's living room, and the familiar French-style room filled with various alchemy products appeared in front of him.

He turned around and greeted the two old people with a smile, "Teacher, teacher's wife, good morning!"

Perenelle smiled and waved, "Come on, let's have breakfast!"

Flamel happily tapped the plate with his fork, but Perenelle yelled at him and forked a croissant in aggrieved manner.

Allen sat at the dining table without any surprises, listening to Perenelle chatting about recent French affairs.

She looked at Alan tenderly, added a piece of bread to his plate, and handed the jam and sweet cream to Alan.

Speaking of which, when Dumbledore wrote to mention Allen's talent, they had inquired about the British Muggle Crown Prince.

The king and his son are known to be gentle and gentle...

Allen is even more surprising. He is talented and intelligent. What is rare is that he is not arrogant or impetuous, and he is still diligent and conscientious in his studies...

When Allen first arrived at the cottage that Sunday, Perenelle took an immediate liking to the child.

She and LeMay had no children, and almost devoted all their motherly love to Allen.

Allen obviously knew this too.

He lowered his eyes and slowly spread sweet cream on the bread, hesitating whether to use this feeling to get the information he wanted.

This thought was too despicable and made him feel strongly uncomfortable.

In any case, yes, in any case, Alan didn't want to take advantage of the most sincere feelings.

For example, in the beginning, he used Harry's trust as a way to show Dumbledore that he was taking a firm stand into the wizarding world.

He therefore tirelessly tries to teach each other more.

He asked Triss to improve many of Harry's daily life, and even shared the royal family's personal training with her, and asked Alger to teach Harry...

Later, he took advantage of Draco's status as Malfoy's heir, so he indulged him a lot.

When they discovered the possible confrontation between their respective positions, they also sincerely offered the most refined training method...

Including Salazar...

Allen always carried a sense of guilt.

This guilt won't affect his decision-making in the slightest, but he does try to make up for it.

And among all these relationships, the one he is least willing to take advantage of is maternal love.

He's been expecting it since he consciously, but never got it.

Therefore, he condoned Professor McGonagall's feeding, condoned Mrs. Molly who was not very clean and tidy, condoned Lucius using Narcissa to show favor, and condoned the approach of all female elders...

His hands were almost trembling.

Perenelle's feelings were so sincere that he could sense it the first time he saw it.

He regards the love of the other party as the filling of the missing soul, and pretends that he also has the warmth of his mother, but now, is he going to take advantage of this warmth?

Perenelle grabbed his hand and gently took the butter knife out of his hand.

It was only then that Allen realized that the trembling he had just dropped the sweet cream on the table, messing up the beautiful tablecloth.

He frowned angrily, circled his right index finger, and cleaned up the tablecloth.

"Son, do you have any questions for me?"

Perenelle touched his head lightly, and said, "If you want to ask, just ask, as long as we know, we will definitely tell you."

Flamel didn't speak, but looked over with great concern.

Allen pursed his lips tightly.

He hesitated, sighed a long time, and asked, "Teacher, teacher's wife... am I similar to Grindelwald?"

As soon as the words came out, the two old men understood.

Perenelle angrily threw the butter knife in his hand onto the table.

"This Dumbledore!"

The old lady gritted her teeth.

Flame didn't dare to say anything, and didn't even dare to bite the croissant in his hand.

Perenelle controlled his emotions, looked at Allen, and said gently, "Son, don't listen to him...he was frightened by Grindelwald! I thought he was a little mature, who hasn't come out yet?" !"

Allen smiled slightly and asked,

"Aren't Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald enemies? He beat him, didn't he?"

Perenelle snorted softly, "The two of them... it's really messed up."

A certain alchemist's teaching time was thus encroached on.

He didn't dare to say a word, stepped on the floor lightly in aggrieved manner, ate two more croissants in retaliation, and lay on the sofa clutching his stomach, unable to move.

Perenelle didn't notice this, and was still talking to Allen about the absurdity of the old principal back then.

Alan:  …

This is really, unexpected.

lover?

Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

How is that any different than proclaiming that Voldemort dances in a tutu?

Especially, in the UK back then, homosexuality was illegal, right?

Even in the wizarding world, oh no, or especially in the wizarding world - such a society that has been frozen for centuries.

The blond crown prince froze here.

Who would have thought that the kind Dumbledore would have such a tragic love story?

The old man, almost always calm and tolerant, tolerated everyone, even a disgusting politician like Fudge.It seems to him that everything is children's slapstick and can be tolerated...

His suspicion was only given to Voldemort back then, and maybe it is still given to Allen intermittently now...

But it is such an old man who was stunningly talented when he was young, but fell into a lifetime because of "emotional injury"?

Look at the previous conversation in the principal's office...

Allen dares to say that the other party is still not relieved!

The blond crown prince pinched his brows with a headache.

If he doesn't know the inside story, he can wantonly retaliate against the other party's suspicion.

But now he knows...

Out of gentlemanliness and the tolerance that the crown prince should have, he should appease Dumbledore and make a safe promise...

Allen looked at the butter knife on the table in disbelief.

He felt that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were like butter and turkey—they were clearly people who would never get together no matter what!

But everything seems to be so natural.

The rebellious Durmstrang genius boy, and the talented Hogwarts graduate who yearns for the future but is trapped in a small mountain village...

The same talent, almost the same sensitivity, very similar ideals...

If such a person appears, Allen himself can't guarantee whether he will secretly abandon the current path.

Not to mention the genius Dumbledore who was forced to be trapped in the mountain village back then?

No no no!

Allen shook his head restrained——

He couldn't believe it anyway, that Dumbledore would be the one who wanted radical change...

When Allen doubted his life, Perenelle, who had finished telling the story, also noticed that something was wrong with LeMay. He crossed his hips and glared at him angrily. He went upstairs angrily and took a bottle of potion.

Alan:  …

I really don't understand why the teacher's wife is in such good health, look at the posture of going up and down the stairs!

He smiled awkwardly, and turned his head away to ignore Flamel's plea for help.

Flamel was wronged to death.

His apprentice ignored his plea for help? !

You know, there will be Principal Beauxbaton's business soon!

This is all right, the whole day's teaching time has been encroached on!

The old urchin angrily left the finished potion bottle on the sofa, and his wife angrily grabbed his ears.

Alan:  …

It's so lively, teacher!After all these years, haven't you caught your wife's anger?