Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore never had a moment like this.

He felt that his brain, which had always been brilliant, had stopped spinning, and he even felt that he had temporarily lost the ability to understand language.

That short sentence almost burned his brain.

It took him a while to realize that his head hurt even more.

Dumbledore looked at Allen fixedly, and asked slowly, "...Really? What else did he tell you?"

Allen lowered his eyes, looked at the cleaned floor, his eyes smoothed over vaguely, observed Dumbledore's expression, and said softly,

"He said my mother was sent to Nurmengard and he never saw her again."

Dumbledore paused on the spot. Seeing those sea blue eyes looking at him quietly, with vague expectation, he nodded slightly after a while.

How the kid did in Durmstrang can be discussed later, but maybe...

He should ask that person.

Dumbledore thought that he could walk into Nurmengard calmly, face the former friend like an old friend, and then discuss the matter of Allen in a logical manner.

But just like back then when he thought he couldn't be hostile to this person——

He could not remain indifferent.

He looked at the snow-covered cold wind in the mountains of Austria, at the black rocks unintentionally exposed on the peak covered with thick snow, surrounded by a ruined but still luxurious castle.

The old headmaster couldn't help sighing.

He twirled his white beard and stood there for a while before moving his legs with difficulty.

That year, Grindelwald's international trial ended, and the Wizarding Union once invited him to escort Grindelwald to Nurmengard, but he refused.

He was sitting alone in his house in Godric's Hollow that day.

...not even daring to take a look in his own bedroom.

But now, he had to take a look.

Dumbledore thought.

He was just for that poor kid Alan.

The old elder climbed up the stairs, and the fiery red robe seemed to set Nurmengard on fire.

But when he reached the real entrance of Nurmengard Castle, he couldn't restrain himself and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

"Oh, Merlin..."

There was a tremor in the old voice, as if the discoverer of magic could really appear in front of his eyes and save his misfortune in this life.

I saw a stone tablet standing at the door, with a line of words engraved on it——

"For the greater good."

Dumbledore tried to calm down his emotions, he mustered up his courage, and kept telling himself in his heart——

You are a Gryffindor.

Gryffindor should be brave.

Then--

He stepped into the castle, let the alchemy formation at the entrance brush over his body like a black veil, and looked at the man in black who followed him.

The opponent is nearly 1.9 meters tall, but his hood is very low, making it impossible to see his true face.

Dumbledore looked back at the dilapidated mountain road, and then at the not-so-good lawn in the castle, which had been carefully repaired.

The azure blue eyes quickly glanced at the deathly halloween pendant on the opponent's chest, and quickly buried the emotions in the bottom of the eyes.

The man in black seems to know him.

That's not quite accurate, since almost everyone knew Albus Dumbledore.

Especially in Grindelwald's base camp.

The opponent clenched his wand tightly in his right hand and stood there without saying a word.

This silence made the atmosphere between the two seem tense, but Dumbledore never wanted to see this situation.

He said calmly, "Hello, please pass on a message, I want to see him."

The man in black sneered, and said sarcastically, "The mighty Albus Dumbledore.

"As an envoy of justice, after betraying Lord Grindelwald's great cause 48 years ago and gaining such a reputation for himself,

"Finally willing to condescend and come to Nurmengard to see your defeated generals?"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, and said calmly, "Yes, please tell him, I'll come to visit him."

The man in black was obviously very angry.

He snorted heavily, but no longer tried to stimulate the calm old man with words - after all, it was useless.

He turned around and walked back to the castle, then walked back with a whole body of reluctance, and said coldly, "Go in."

Dumbledore glanced at the blue and white castle over there, and walked in.

To be honest, he knows that Gellert is a person who enjoys it, for example, he never makes do with his desserts, and for example, he never refuses Grandma Bathilda's creamy soup...

But he was still shocked by the interior of Nurmengard.

Perhaps because the guards are the most loyal saints, the castle here is well maintained. Bright gold and luxurious marble can be seen everywhere, which is very artistic and can be called resplendent.

Of course, there are not many ornaments.

——I'm afraid they were all searched by the Ministry of Magic back then.

Dumbledore regretted secretly, and didn't know what he was regretting.

He followed the guidance of the man in black and walked towards the tower step by step.

The more you go up, the more crowded the space is, and the gorgeous wall lamps on both sides have become simple torches, giving people a sense of oppressive undercurrent.

As the steps went up, a small cell came into view.

It was a small space where people couldn't stand up. There was a small window without glass, and a few iron bars were fixed on it. The cold wind poured in, and it sent chills down the back of the person.

Dumbledore tried to look away from the old thin quilt on the ground, and looked at the crooked old man behind the iron railing.

He couldn't believe it was Gellert.

Gellert should be a big golden bird flying recklessly, a bastard boy who acts recklessly, and it seems that he should also be a devil who will never repent and firmly believes that he can make a comeback...

It shouldn't be the pale-haired, toothless, malnourished, skinny man in front of him.

The man seemed startled by him.

He frowned and narrowed his eyes, the blue pupil in his left eye was very dim, and the abnormal pupil with a golden ring in his right eye was even more terrifying.

He slowed down bluntly, and saw who was coming.

The room was silent.

Finally, Grindelwald waved his hand lightly and drove away the man in black who was standing aside.

With a hoarse voice, he said softly, "Long time no see, Albus."

Dumbledore looked at him, squatted down slowly, and said softly, "Yes, yes... Long time no see, Gellert."

Another moment of silence.

The two of them used to talk about everything, and they would never be short of topics, but now they had to rack their brains to get each other to answer a sentence or two.

Grindelwald had nothing to say.

He looked skinny, but tried his best to put on a look of indifference,

"Oh, you look the same as in the newspaper, and you still like red so much, maybe this is a Gryffindor patent?"

Dumbledore said softly, "Yes."

He cleared his throat and said, "I came today to ask you something..."

The thin old man on the opposite side paused, and became cold visibly to the naked eye.

There was also a coldness in his voice, and he laughed at himself, "Yeah, look at how stupid I am, to think that you will simply come to see me?

"—Just to remember what we used to be?"

He nestled back into his broken quilt, resisted and pulled the quilt over his head, showing his refusal with actions.

Dumbledore was both amused and distressed.

He smiled slightly, sat on the ground, and shook his head slightly, "No, Gellert, I think you'd like to hear about this topic."

He saw that the shabby quilt moved further inside, and there was inevitably a trace of sourness in his nasal cavity.

"Okay, Gail..."

He whispered,

"Do you have a younger sister named Alexia?"

Grindelwald paused, slowly pulled off the quilt, and sat up frowning, his different pupils still carried the old charm.

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore shrugged slightly, his words and actions revealed a kind of helplessness.

He sighed, "Perhaps, you have a little nephew who has never been masked and will soon inherit your mantle?"

Grindelwald:  …