Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The godfather and son happily went to visit the campus.

Excitedly, Sirius turned into a big black dog, circling around Harry eagerly, "barking" twice, let Harry sit on him, and ran out happily.

Dumbledore sighed softly, and patted Allen on the shoulder, "Ah... a wonderful reunion of father and son, isn't it?"

Allen smiled.

Those sea-blue eyes rolled slightly, and he responded, "Mr. Black loves Harry very much."

He watched Dumbledore sit back behind the table, and under the gesture of the other party, sat in the armchair opposite as usual, and asked casually,

"Sir, you haven't been at school for a long time... Has there been any progress regarding the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

He sighed, "You've always been like this, Ellen—advice from the old man, don't push yourself too hard."

But he still answered Allen's question.

"Yes, I found the clues of the year—"

Dumbledore got up and led him to the back right of the table.

Allen saw the shabby sorting hat, Fox standing on the shelf next to it, and the long silver sword in the glass case next to it, with a large ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

He thought that Dumbledore would show him the sword, but unexpectedly, the old headmaster opened the black cabinet next to the glass box.

Dumbledore looked at him and explained,

"Alan, that's the sword of Gryffindor. But what I'm going to show you - is this."

He stepped aside and showed the stone basin in front of the blond boy in front of him.

The stone basin is very shallow, so wide and flat, the silver liquid inside is flowing and floating, like a piece of flowing silver.Complicated magic patterns are wound into letters and symbols, inlaid and engraved on the edge of the basin mouth.

—is a Saxon rune.

Allen examined and recited,

"I am a Pensieve...Take out your memory and put it in my arms...I am a faithful repeater, only showing the memories and thoughts you put in, so that you, as a bystander, can see everything that has happened... ..."

Those sea blue eyes froze for a moment.

The blond boy almost froze in place.

He wanted to get a Pensieve, he thought.

The old voice called Alan's attention back, and he continued to read the remaining few sentences.

"—I can reveal to you all the neglected details.

"Use me cautiously, as long as you can bear the consequences."

Allen hesitated. He looked at Dumbledore and said slowly, "Sir, this sounds like a bad thing."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and shrugged slightly,

"Yes, many people are afraid of the Pensieve - anyone who has something to hide, is ashamed of the past, desires to keep a secret, or wants to protect their privacy is bound to be more wary of it."

He winked playfully and encouraged,

"You shouldn't be afraid of that, though, huh?"

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth.

He's not afraid to pierce his own memories, but he resents prying eyes from others.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, raised his wand against his temple, pulled out an almost silver thread of memory, and gently put it into the Pensieve.

He stretched out his hand to invite, "Want to take a look, Alan? Don't worry, I'm here."

Allen slowly stepped forward, with vague vigilance, looked up at the pair of blue eyes, and then looked at the Pensieve under the love and tolerance of the other party.

He slowly raised his hands, pressed on the sides of the stone basin, bent down and fell into the silver memory.

It was pitch black.

Allen almost thought that something went wrong in this "adventure", until he got used to the darkness here, and then saw some objects in the faint light.

It appears to be a house.

A house of extreme filth.

There are thick cobwebs on the ceiling, the ground is dark, and there are moldy food and a pile of rusty pots on the table.

The only light came from a faltering candle at a man's feet.

The man reeked of alcohol and lay scruffy on the ground, his hair so long that it almost covered his face.

Dumbledore fell silently beside Allen, and said softly, "Allen, are you surprised?"

Allen was taken aback by him.

He calmed down his heartbeat, and slowly pressed his left hand on his right hand, restraining his urge to cast magic.

He took a breath and asked, "What is this place?"

Dumbledore said calmly, "The old house of the Gaunt family."

Allen frowned slightly, his sea-blue pupils turned slightly, looking critically and disgusted at everything in this room.

It was terrible!

He almost felt humiliated—look, this was his distant family.

Although there are many worthless aristocrats in the Muggle world, they all rely on the glory of the royal family, and he doesn't bother to deal with those moths at all.

But in the wizarding world...

Yes, he also wears the title of Heir of Slytherin.

Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door.

The man lying on the ground jerked awake, his wand raised in his right hand, and a short knife in his left.

The door creaked open.

There was a young man standing at the door, holding an old-fashioned oil lamp, and a well-crafted suit looming.

Allen's eyes flickered.

— Voldemort?Or, a teenage Tom Riddle?

He looked at this young man with a vicious and domineering expression, and saw that the other party used Parseltongue to gain the trust of that sloppy man.

Riddle's first words were,

"Where's Marvolo?"

Allen slowly raised his eyes, showing a clear smile.

——Yes, Riddle came here to pursue his wizard blood.Unfortunately, he didn't get an answer.

Marvolo had already died, and the one in front of him was his only son—Morfin Gunter.

Morfin wiped the messy hair from his face, and the resurrection stone ring was faintly visible on his hand.

He whispered, "I thought you were some Muggle."

"Which Muggle?" snapped Riddle.

"The Muggle my sister was infatuated with, the Muggle who lives in the big house across the way."

Morfin said, unexpectedly spitting on the ground between them, "You look just like him. Riddle... he's back, you know?"

"Ah, he abandoned my sister - Merope Gaunt.

"My sister deserved it, married to rubbish! And she took our stuff - huh, where's the Slytherin locket?"

Alan thought, "Sir, did Voldemort inherit the locket from his mother?"

Dumbledore said softly, "Yes... I found the staff of the orphanage where Tom was born and confirmed it."

Those sea blue eyes flashed.

Allen smiled, and followed Dumbledore away from this memory.

He said with a smile, "Sir, please give me that memory... as the coordinates for my search for the Horcrux, how about it?"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, his white eyebrows slightly raised.

The old man asked, "Alan, why don't you ask about the follow-up?"

Allen looked at the Pensieve indifferently, showing half of his side face, gentle and cold under the light.

He said, "Sir, what happens next is of no value to me."

The sea blue eyes are as quiet as the deep sea.

"—I just need to know the whereabouts of the Horcrux, that's all."