Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall frowned, looking at the doors that were thrown back and forth, "Oh, Severus!"

Professor Sprout gently pulled her back and diverted her attention, "Minerva, would you like to have a cup of tea in my office?"

The three principals bid farewell.

Professor Flitwick manipulated the mechanical legs, swaying like a Transformer.

He enthusiastically patted Allen on the shoulder, and said, "Allen, tomorrow the duel club will open, you must come, let's go up and fight, and demonstrate to the students!"

He emphasized, "—you must come!"

Allen nodded in agreement, and asked curiously, "Why is it that you are not in charge of the Dueling Club, but handed over to Professor Lockhart?"

Flitwick frowned, showing a hint of disgust, "It was supposed to be mine, but Lockhart snatched it abruptly!"

He paused, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to accuse his colleagues in front of the students, he immediately shut up, waved his hands and left.

Hagrid dawdled and didn't want to leave, but Dumbledore glanced at him, so he patted Allen on the shoulder.

"Oh, Ellen . . . in a few days—when you're free, of course—

"You must come to the hut to find me! I'm really curious about the appearance of the basilisk!"

Alan smiled and promised, "Don't worry, Hagrid! I will definitely let you see Haierbo with your own eyes."

Hagrid was content.

Humming a song, he walked out of the principal's room, and even dragged Filch away.

Filch struggled, "I haven't asked Mrs. Norris yet!"

Hagrid patted him gruffly, "What are you asking! The mandrake is about to ripen, let's go!"

After a while, there were only the two of them in the principal's office.

Allen walked slowly across Dumbledore's table, floated an armchair for himself, tapped the tabletop again, and picked up the black tea that appeared.

The old headmaster didn't care about him either.

——Alan appeared here more frequently than Snape!

He smiled and said, "Alan...how is your diary research? Can you let me, an old man, take a look?"

Allen took a sip of the black tea and said with a smile, "I have some eyebrows, and I can give it to you in a week."

The old man tugged at his beard in melancholy, "A week... is it too long?"

He hooked a candy while Allen was not paying attention, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and said,

"Actually, you can give it to me, and we can study it together. It is Tom's dark magic product after all..."

He folded his hands lightly and sighed,

"I'm afraid no one has gone further than him in the study of black magic..."

Allen chuckled, looking down at the color of the black tea with a touch of sarcasm,

"Yeah, he is someone who dares to touch soul magic."

Even Dumbledore couldn't help showing a hint of consternation.

"……what?"

Allen nodded, raised the black teacup, "Sir, that diary is his Horcrux."

Dumbledore leaned back slowly, bowed and thought.

After a while, the old headmaster figured it out.

"...Yes, yes. Tom has always claimed that he has gone furthest on the road to immortality."

Those azure blue eyes are somewhat complicated.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, "Oh, Alan... Actually, I always thought it was my fault that Tom became what he is today."

Allen frowned slightly, put down the cup in his hand, and comforted, "It's not your fault."

Dumbledore smiled, "No, Alan... When I was young, I was too arrogant, and I don't have the tolerance now...

"Yes, facing a child like Tom, I couldn't help but doubt him. Perhaps, this also pushed him into the dark."

Allen smiled helplessly, and gently supported his forehead.

"I have never understood a phenomenon - kind people always like to take responsibility for themselves."

He mused, "Your Majesty said it's because good people have great empathy.

"When faced with some situations—especially when it has a little connection with him, I can't help but wonder if he would have done better, whether there would be a different ending."

The blond boy shook his head helplessly.

"However, sir... Personal ability is limited, and personal influence is also limited. A person's ultimate path is determined by himself after all."

"In my opinion, this is also a kind of arrogance."

Allen looked into those blue eyes and said sharply, "Especially in people like you and me who have a relatively high status, it's hard to guarantee that it's not a kind of conceit - thinking that you can change everything."

He raised the black teacup, smiled and blinked,

"You have the arrogance of a genius too, sir!"

Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile, and then laughed again.

Albus Dumbledore was a calm and reserved man.

He has been very quiet since he was born. He is a gentle and talented senior at school, and a serious and irresponsible older brother at home...

Since graduating from Hogwarts, all his ideals have died in the death of his mother.He had to take on the heavy responsibility of raising his younger siblings.

And that blond boy from Durmstrang brought a glimmer of brilliance that broke through the wall, and completely wiped away all the brilliance.

After that, Albus Dumbledore was never happy again.

Right now, he was amused by Allen's sharpness.

how many years.

Everyone regards him as a gentle elder.

Nobody remembers that he was also a genius second to none, and he deservedly had the arrogance of a genius.

He adjusted his glasses, smiled and sighed, "Yes, Alan... I also have my arrogance. I have been guarding Hogwarts all these years, so I inevitably regard myself as the savior."

The old man shrugged, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Okay... I really shouldn't take myself too seriously as an old man, it's time to make room for young people!"

Allen said bluntly, "You should be quiet! If you want to travel around the world, you have to wait until Voldemort is completely destroyed!"

He rubbed the handle of the black teacup, thinking,

"Recently, I've been in the secret room, looking through books about Horcruxes.

"I discovered an academic problem—theoretically, the soul can be split multiple times to create multiple Horcruxes."

he thought,

"As is common with geniuses, Voldemort must arrogantly challenge the boundaries of existing theories."

Dumbledore followed his train of thought, "Then, he won't just make one Horcrux!"

The old man gently closed his palms, as if thinking of something, and said softly, "Oh, Alan...Maybe I have some ideas about this, leave it to me!"

He looked over with a smile,

"Speaking of the secret room, why don't you take me to visit first?"

His blue eyes sparkled.

"That's the glory of the founder of the school after all! Don't be like this, Alan—I was a student at Hogwarts!"

Allen smiled, stood up and invited, "Then please, Professor Dumbledore!"