Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It has been three days since the end of the exam, and all the teachers are busy correcting the test papers.

At noon that day, Allen was drawing an alchemy formation in his dormitory——

After he was inspired by the Beauxbaton School last time, he has always wanted to engrave protective magic circles on various palaces.

The alchemy formation as big as a castle is different from ordinary alchemy formations. This kind of formation is more complicated, and any connection will affect the final flow of magic power.

If there is a slight mistake, I am afraid that the entire formation will fail immediately.

That's fine.

What Allen was really worried about was whether the crooked formation would have any side effects.

Therefore, he planned to draw up the first draft by next Sunday, and take it to Flamel to show it to be sure.

At this time, the fiery red phoenix appeared out of thin air with flames, almost burning the half-painted alchemy formation.

Allen quickly cast an Iron Armor Curse, and quickly put the manuscript into his arms.

He looked at the draft in his hand, confirmed that it was only burnt, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Fox yelled, urging him to take the note.

Allen didn't look at the parchment on the table, but looked into Phoenix's eyes and asked,

"Fox, you don't seem to like me? I don't seem to have offended you!"

Fox looked at his blond hair.

Allen actually saw contempt in the eyes of a bird.

He clenched his fist and asked, "Is there any reason?"

Fox flew up, a gust of wind was blown by his huge wings, and he glared fiercely at Alan's brilliant blond hair.

"My hair?"

he asked uncertainly.

Fawkes landed on the table again, nodded, and pecked at the box of chocolates he had set aside.

Allen took a small plate, peeled a plate of chocolates for it intimately, and said helplessly, "Blonde hair is not something I can decide? Why do you hate me because of this?"

Phoenix pecked at the chocolate.

It tilted its head, and finally decided to make a reminder for the sake of chocolate.

It flew up again, circling Alan's bookshelf.

Allen thought about it, and walked over to show it all the books Dumbledore gave.

The phoenix was standing right on the black-bound book—it was Durmstrang's "Basics of the Dark Arts."

"..."

Allen seemed to understand, and he asked, "Grindelwald also has blond hair?"

Fenghuang flew back to the table arrogantly and continued to eat the chocolate.

Allen waved his hand, and all the books automatically floated back to their original positions.

He walked back to the desk, peeled another plate of macarons for Fenghuang, and coaxed, "Fox, good Fox—there are so many blond-haired people in this school, why do you dislike me because of this? "

He tentatively asked, "Am I similar to Grindelwald?"

Phoenix reluctantly nodded.

Allen's eyes were heavy, and he continued to ask, "Is it character? Appearance? Words?"

Fox thought hard, seemed to be confused, and finally flapped his wings angrily, and nodded emphatically.

The sea blue eyes are as deep as the sea.

Allen confirmed, "Does it look alike?"

Fox was annoyed by his question, but still looked at him seriously, shook his head, nodded again, and pointed to those sea-blue eyes with the tip of his tail.

"Is it eyebrows?"

Alan groaned, watching Fenghuang concentrate on eating macarons, and finally left him a dirty plate, stretched out his paw and stepped on the sticky note.

The boy finally picked up the sticky note, and it read:

[Fudge invited me to the Ministry of Magic tonight. ]

The blond crown prince's eyes turned cold, he nodded to Fox, "Don't worry, I understand."

As soon as these words fell, the phoenix disappeared in the flames.

The flames were reflected in the boy's eyes, like the sunset over the ocean and sky.

Allen gently closed his eyes.

Edward's words played in his mind.The king looked into his eyes with nostalgia countless times, and said——

[Alan, your eyebrows and eyes really resemble your mother. ]

He was too young then to reply, [But everyone says I look like you...]

Edward smiled melancholy, [You look like me, but the outline of your eyes is very similar to your mother. ]

Allen opened his eyes and called an ordinary mirror. He looked at his eyes carefully and sketched the outline on the white paper.

Afterwards, he took out "A History of Magic" and traced the outline of the opponent's eyes against the illustration of Grindelwald on it.Holding two sketches in his left and right hands, his eyes widened in shock.

"……how so?"

He stood up suddenly, and the two sheets of paper made a soft sound.

Those hands have signed countless important documents and held the scepter countless times. Facing the attention of people all over the world, they have never hesitated.

At this moment, it trembled slightly.

He suddenly buckled the two pieces of paper on the table, panting violently.

Grindelwald...

He quickly found the portrait of Salazar, restrained his speaking speed and asked, "Ancestor, do you really not remember the surname of the German whom the ancestor of Sylvia married?"

Salazar was taken aback for a moment, thought seriously, and hesitated, "I can't remember clearly...what is it..."

Allen smiled ridiculously and said, "Grindelwald?"

Salazar looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had said something outrageous.

After a while, Snake Ancestor nodded slightly.

"Indeed...indeed, it's Grindelwald."

Alan's face froze, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were half down, and he looked blankly at the wall above the desk.

Salazar called out to him carefully, "You son of a bitch?"

Allen slowly came back to his senses, his voice was trembling a little.

He smiled, too frightened for Salazar to speak.

He said, "The ancestors...my mother..."

Tears welled up in those sea-blue eyes, and the boy said, "Ancestor, I found it—my mother, her surname is Grindelwald..."

Salazar dared not speak.

The child's state is obviously not right, he has never seen such an expression, half crying and half laughing, with a hint of absurdity and a hint of hope.

Allen laughed silently. He looked at the ceiling and laughed heartily, letting tears wash down his cheeks.

He sat on the stool exhausted, laughing and crying, his chest heaving violently.

He said, "She's a wizard."