Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked at him deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, the old man's almost decayed voice sounded, accompanied by deep exhaustion.

"So far, the Horcruxes I know about include the Hufflepuff Cup, Slytherin's locket, the Resurrection Stone Ring...and of course the diary."

Allen's expression was indescribable.

After a while, he lowered his eyes restrainedly, and knocked on the Pensieve by his hand.

"Yes, I should have thought of it... Tom Riddle is a very arrogant person. For such a person, the Horcrux he is looking for will not be unknown."

He looked at Dumbledore probingly, and asked, "May I ask, where did you get this information?"

Dumbledore shrugged, sat on the edge of the table, slowly broke open a Lemon Sherbet, and said, "This is unexpected, but... Tom worked as a clerk at Bokin Burke's after graduation."

Alan:  …

OK, he got it.Have you ever asked that insidious blog about your feelings?

The spreading thoughts were concealed by the drooping eyelashes.

He thought easily: that's good too, so that he won't have to check the memory of the other party.Although he can give the Forgetting Curse thoughtfully and considerately, but...

If you don't know, you can do nothing.

Allen pursed his lips lightly, and said with a smile, "Please remember to pack this part of the memory with me. Also, have you found out the whereabouts of these Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore glanced at him vaguely, and said helplessly,

"Well...the Hufflepuff Cup is in Lady Lestrange's, supposedly in the Gringotts vault.

"The Slytherin locket has not been traced."

Lady Lestrange?

The sea-blue eyes rolled slightly, and found relevant information in the memory palace.

Yes, Bellatrix Black, married Rodolphus Lestrange, then changed her husband's name.

Allen nodded, drooping his eyes and thinking, but didn't wait for the old man's next words.

He looked up strangely, and asked, "What about the resurrection stone ring?"

Seeing that the old man's hand breaking the candy stopped, Allen leaned forward, looked at the half-moon lens of the other party, and said, "Sir, let me remind you——

"Life and death are irreversible."

Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly.

After a long while, he said in a dry voice, "Sorry, Alan... Please forgive an old man's wishful thinking."

He smiled wryly, and said, "It's in the old Riddle house - right next to the Gaunt family in Little Hangleton.

"...I tried to detect the magic inside, and found that there is a powerful isolation formation there. Of course, there must be many traps."

Allen said decisively, "Sir, the gold cup is for you, and the remaining two are for me."

Seeing that the other party hesitated to speak, he said firmly, "That is a relic of Slytherin, and I am the heir of Slytherin.

"—I'm the only one qualified to recycle them."

……

A moment of silence.

Dumbledore said slowly, "Okay, but..."

Allen continued, "But, please find out the whereabouts of the Slytherin locket first."

He smiled mischievously, and seemed to spread his palms helplessly,

"You know—the crown prince always has a lot of business. I am only responsible for destruction, not investigation."

Dumbledore tilted his head like a stupid lion king.

He said helplessly, "Alan... In fact, you can read the rest of the memory here."

Looking through the half-moon lenses with those azure blue eyes, he saw the sly smile of the blond boy on the opposite side.

The child said, "In that case, sir, I have no reason to ask you for a Pensieve."

He took a bite of the candy and said strangely, "But tomorrow will be a holiday."

"Yes……"

Allen put his hands behind his back, twisting his fingers anxiously.

...he needs a Pensieve, he must get a Pensieve.Maybe he can see the forgotten memories of His Majesty from the Pensieve.

If only a few people can control this thing, it will be difficult for him to buy this kind of thing outside.

On the contrary, it is not as fast as Dumbledore's here.

Allen tried his best to restrain his expression, and said calmly, "So, you can send the Pensieve to Balmoral."

The old man finally agreed and nodded slightly.

Allen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and lightly opened the palms clenched behind his back.

He showed a perfect smile that belonged to the crown prince, and invited, "There is one more thing, I want to ask for your help - I want to ask you to have a duel with me."

Dumbledore really paused this time.

It was rare for him to show such an obvious expression, and he almost couldn't laugh or cry.

The old principal put down Lemon Xuebao helplessly, and said, "Oh... Alan, you seem to push yourself too hard? My child, you must know that you are only in the second grade."

Allen was silent.

After a while, he seemed to muster up a lot of courage, and said softly, "It's for my mother, sir."

He smiled wryly and said, "You also know about the Queen's rumors, His Majesty has never responded to it... For many years in the past, I didn't even know my mother's name."

Dumbledore looked at him reassuringly, and said softly, "Alan..."

Allen closed his eyes and frowned, pursing his lips tightly.

He said softly, "A few days ago, by accident, I found some clues about my mother's life experience... She is a German and a wizard."

"As the crown prince of Muggles, but having a mother with the blood of a wizard...it seems a bit shocking."

Allen laughed absurdly and self-deprecatingly, but raised his eyes firmly.

"...No matter what, I want to follow her trail. I think a witch always has some means of self-protection. You also know that your majesty's memory has problems, which may not be the queen's fault.

"And, when I sent the teacher to sleep, he showed me the crystal ball!"

He looked up at those blue eyes, and smiled sadly,

"I saw her..."

He almost cried.

"Sir, I saw the Queen walking hand in hand with His Majesty in the palace...I saw it! She must be alive, I'm not greedy...I just want to see her..."

There was paranoid longing in those sea blue eyes, and the ever calm and calm voice trembled slightly.

"Sir, I'm going to find her! I want to bring her back."

Dumbledore turned his head involuntarily, hiding the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Many years ago, he was as talented as Allen, and he also had the warmth of his mother.

Now, seeing the child lose his composure, he also...

I will miss that year too.

Dumbledore was barely able to speak, he cleared his rough throat, and said, "Yes, Ellen. So... what can I do for you?"

Allen fell silent.

After a while, he said softly, "It's His Majesty's request. He was worried that I would not be able to protect myself in Germany, so he asked..."

He sighed softly, with helpless tears,

"Your Majesty wants me to defeat you."

Allen tried his best to stabilize his voice, and said softly, "He is worried about me, I know...I'm also trying my best to train my magic power this semester, but I probably still can't do it..."

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and said, "Good boy, don't be sad."

He stood up slowly, stretched out his hand comfortingly, and asked,

"Shall we go to the Chamber of Secrets duel?"