Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This dark arts class was terrible.

At least for the professor and the third-year students.

Well, they don't want to mess with that exchange student again.

Didn't you say that this person has a gentle personality?

What a fool to ask for information!

That dread came to a head during Wednesday's practical black arts class.

The professor gave each student a spider to practice the Imperius and Cruciatus Curse.

Some ungrateful guy tried to get the spider to climb up that blond hair.

They are both revengeful and angry because they don't like Floria.

But they clearly failed.

The exchange student seemed to have eyes on his back. Their spiders were torn to pieces when they were one meter away from each other, and then floated to the top of their heads and fell on them.

Although they are all the same board size, but...

damn it!

Spiders have venom!

That day, the school hospital had five more third graders whose scalps were burned.

And the exchange student turned his head and smiled gently.

Next, the spiders in the entire classroom let out a shrill scream, their eight legs kicked in pain, and died under the horrified eyes of all the students.

After that, no one dared to approach Alan within three meters of his body.

Even Krum and the others had lingering fears.

...except Floria.

The young Grindelwald heard about Allen's "feat", and happily ran to the long table of the third grade at lunch and sat next to Allen.

It's easy because there are always three open spots next to Allen.

He said enthusiastically, "I heard that you used the Cruciatus Curse to kill the spiders in the entire classroom today, and sent five idiots to the medical wing?"

Allen cut the sausage on the plate, nodded and said, "Yes, but please pay attention to your words."

He looked at the other party, glanced at the blond hair that was very similar to himself, Zhou Quan said,

"It was the other party who wanted to hurt me with spiders, but I was defending myself and accidentally killed those spiders."

Floria laughed and patted him on the back, and said indifferently, "You don't need to make excuses, of course I believe what you said is true——

"Someone did this when I first entered school, scratching my books, destroying my dormitory, threatening me with various dark creatures..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth contemptuously, and said arrogantly, "They always do this, dangling a sausage in front of my nose."

Allen was puzzled, "What?"

Floria rolled her eyes. "Well, little guy—that's a common saying, meaning they're always trying to piss me off—we like the sausage analogy."

"But after I tortured a bastard with the Cruciatus Curse, they didn't dare again!"

Allen frowned slightly and asked, "But why did they bully you?"

Floria came with a tray and added smoked sausage to her plate.

"Why else? Because of the surname Grindelwald."

He shrugged, seemingly unfazed by it.

"You know, the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, starting a riot or something, hurting their family or something..."

He wrinkled his nose and said in disgust,

"These incompetent cowards really have the ability to go to the culprit to vent their anger, or go to that father to vent their anger, and find me a student..."

"—that's 'courageous'."

Allen couldn't help smiling.

He took a bite of the sausage, lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in his eyes, and asked casually, "Listen to your voice, does Gellert Grindelwald have a bad relationship with the family?"

"Of course!"

Floria nodded of course and hesitated again.

"...Maybe not. After all, he was the most anticipated genius in the family back then. My father said that when he lifted the underwear of those old people in the family, no one would say anything about him.

"But not after he was fired by Durmstrang."

Allen frowned slightly, and the sausage under his knife was chopped into pieces.

If so, he'll have to change his strategy.

Floria gnawed on the sausage, glanced at him, and asked, "What's the matter? Do you like my cousin very much?"

Allen shrugged slightly and tilted his head.

"...No, after all, I haven't seen him before."

He made an excuse deftly.

"You know, Professor Dumbledore is very powerful, and I'm curious what someone who can equal him looks like."

"Oh……"

Floria took another sausage, but his hand slowed involuntarily.

Uncle Demon King?

He looked at Allen thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he had found the faint familiarity.

He squeezed the tips of his right fingers—the sausage had left a hand of oil on them—and then reached out and tried to move the face away, intending to take a closer look.

Allen leaned quickly to the side, saw the unwiped grease on that hand, his eyes slowly moved to that face, and his sea blue eyes overflowed with murderous intent.

he warned,

"If you can't manage your claw well, I don't mind chopping it off."

Floria rolled her eyes and took a tissue to wipe her hands.

"Come on, there's a lot to do!"

His gaze was fixed on those eyes, even though those eyes were full of murderous intent.

Allen frowned and couldn't help raising the knife.

But this man in front of him is a lunatic that the whole Durmstrang doesn't like very much.

The other party calmly grabbed his table knife, looking at him with confusion of deep thinking.

He heard the other party say, "Do your eyes look a bit like your cousin's?"

Allen couldn't help but frowned more deeply.

Floria withdrew her hand, crossed her arms with her left hand, pinched her chin with her right hand, and thought softly, "...Frown looks more like it."

Allen threw the knife on his plate, got up and said, "Excuse me."

Floria grabbed him and asked, "You're not related to my family, are you?"

Allen stopped where he was and glanced at him.