Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The complete success of Zeus' experiment gave Allen extra confidence.

So much so that when he went to the principal's office for a small class on Friday night, he had to restrain his emotions.

Dumbledore blinked, "Why are you so happy?"

Allen pouted.

——Sure enough, he still couldn't escape the old man's keenness.

Perhaps instead of relying solely on meditation's control over the brain, he should study Occlumency as well?

He quickly thought of an excellent reason, so he smiled relaxedly, "Recently, I have relaxed, but my classmates are all busy."

Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile, "Yes, I heard that you sorted out the notes of all the lessons, and the children are very happy.

"—Especially troublemakers who don't listen well in class."

Allen shook his head lightly, "This momentary pleasure may have long-lasting consequences."

He sighed, "I tried my best to organize the notes in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, hoping to help them."

The old man was very ironic, and was about to start teaching when he heard the blond crown prince change the subject.

"—but how do you know that I have organized notes for them?"

The old man tilted his head, spread his hands and said, "You know, Alan. The gentlemen and ladies in the portraits are so boring, they always have all kinds of interesting things to share with me."

Allen glanced sideways, refusing to accept this obvious excuse.

He asked, "What are you going to do about a certain Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore took a piece of dessert with a smile, "Oh... I will pick a time to leave school when the children's final exams are over - at that time, I will ask you to help me watch."

Allen didn't ask why the other party didn't consider the professors. After all, Snape was still a spy, so how could he show up so easily.

He nodded squarely and assured, "I'll protect Harry—but I can't guarantee that I'll be able to stop that man."

Dumbledore nodded understandingly, "Of course—you just need to protect Harry. After all..."

Looking at the blank photo frame on the desktop with blue eyes, he sighed,

"Harry is our best hope!"

Allen didn't understand.

He frowned, "You shouldn't have entrusted such a child with the heavy responsibility of killing the Dark Lord, Harry is only 11 years old!

"If adults can't solve a problem by themselves, and then hand it over to a child, then they are just avoiding responsibility."

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise.

After a while, the old man said softly, "But Alan, this is a prophecy—the Dark Lord will only be defeated by Harry."

Allen said calmly, "The prophecy will only come true if it is believed. If the Dark Lord hadn't killed Harry, he would still be powerful."

It's a theory the wizarding world has never heard of.

Wizards believe in prophecy.

Dumbledore looked into the sea-blue eyes of the blond crown prince and noticed——

The Muggle Crown Prince didn't believe it.

His voice was a little dry, and he said, "Many prophecies have been fulfilled, Alan - as long as it is a true prophecy.

"In other words, the prophecy is just a fortuneteller's chance glimpse."

The blond crown prince frowned slowly, he hesitated, "I know wizards are very idealistic, but...the prophecy seems too idealistic.

"What if the so-called 'prophecy' was released by the enemy?

"If the so-called 'prophecy' is manipulated by the prophets, wouldn't the whole society be manipulated by them?"

Dumbledore was momentarily speechless.

He realized that it was impossible for him to convince Allen with a few understated words.

After all, this kid is in the political vortex.

The old man thought about it, and said softly, "Alan, how about this, I approve you to participate in the divination class next year, can you go and experience it?"

"No, don't be too quick to say no - one shouldn't refuse to try new things, should one?"

Allen pursed his lips and finally sighed, "You're right."