Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

On the way to find his mother, Allen was like an abandoned puppy. He was overjoyed when he picked up a bone, and wagged his tail desperately at the owner.

He changed into a well-made dark gray suit, pinned on Edward's platinum and diamond brooch, and put on a black double-breasted overcoat.

The black and white plaid pattern on the neckline made him very calm, but it was a bit worn out by the anticipation and childishness of those sea blue eyes.

He had never been so obedient, and Dumbledore was a little surprised by his obedience.

The old headmaster sighed secretly, handed Alan a hair tie with a bow, and said softly, "Portkey—hold on tight, kid."

As if stuffed into an upside-down washing machine, they arrived at the entrance to Nurmengard in the dark.

Allen calmly stabilized the dizziness.

He didn't know the source of the dizziness for a while, and blinked his eyes lightly.When his eyes refocused, he was attracted by the stone tablet at the entrance.

There is a line of words engraved on it.

"For the greater good."

He stared fixedly, not sure if he would like this uncle.

After all, two people with similar personalities are either close friends or enemies.

The man in black from last time reappeared.

He walked over step by step, his eyes fixed on Allen.

The young man's face was cold and indifferent, and he looked somewhat similar to Lord Grindelwald.

...A junior from the Grindelwald family?

Nicklaus bowed slightly, glanced at Dumbledore aside, and invited the two to enter.

Allen stepped into the castle step by step, looking at the lines of the extremely artistic columns, his eyes glanced at several half-height platforms, and he could even imagine the grand scene of the past.

He clenched his fists tightly, restraining his beating heart.

Until he stepped into the closed tower, stepped on the last step, and saw the old man sitting on the ground behind the iron railing.

His heart seemed to be empty for a moment.

Allen looked into those eyes involuntarily, admitting that they were exactly the same as those recorded in the history of magic.

He stood there blankly, looking at the pair of different pupils that had left a notorious name, a certain name was about to come out of his throat, but he couldn't make a sound.

Grindelwald snorted softly.

He frowned and said, "What are you doing in a daze, idiot! You are as clumsy as Alexia!"

Allen came back to his senses.

He stepped up to the last step, bowed his heart, and called softly, "Uncle."

He said softly, "Alan Cornwall, Alexia's son—nice to meet you."

Dumbledore silently wiped the corners of his eyes, wiping away the inadvertent tears.

But Grindelwald is such an atmosphere buster.

He snorted coldly, nodded reluctantly, and said, "I'm glad you're not stupid."

Alan:  …

He lowered his eyes and smiled, then looked up at the cell.

He said softly, "It's very clean here."

Dumbledore moved his eyes lightly, looking at the dust accumulated over the years in the small prison cell, and at the dirty and worn thin quilt, his heart sank slightly.

Sure enough, he heard Allen say,

"There's nothing here to trap you, so why don't you leave?"

Grindelwald frowned, looked at Dumbledore, and admitted defeat, "You're right, he's really not a good guy."

Dumbledore:  …

Alan:  …

He barely held back his temper, and tried to calm down, "Please forgive my offense, if you want to seriously repent, I can provide you with a Bible."

Grindelwald showed a disgusted expression.

Alan, who successfully achieved his goal, showed a cute smile and asked, "I heard that my mother..."

His speech became sluggish again, like a stuck machine.

He cleared his throat, squeezed out the words stuck in his throat one by one, and tried to ask, "I heard that she was sent to Nurmengard and disappeared after that. May I take the liberty to ask you, she... ..."

Grindelwald seemed to have calmed down.

He snorted lightly, as if resenting Alexia for leaving him here alone.

He interrupted Allen, and Da Ma sat on the ground with a golden sword, leaning against the cold wall, as if leaning into an armchair embroidered with gold silk.

"She's silent, a freak who can't control her magic."

Allen frowned uncontrollably, and his pupils were slightly dissatisfied.

This obviously couldn't escape Grindelwald's eyes, he waved his hand and said,

"Don't look at me like that, I helped her solve the silence in her body... In fact, I still like this sister very much. After all, I have been trapped in Nurmengard for more than [-] years, and there is nothing fresh."

He raised his eyebrows and drooped his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled unconsciously.

Grindelwald's voice was slightly unnatural, and he coughed, "She wanted to go to England, and then she went. After that, I also lost her audio."

"So stupid boy, if you come to ask me, you are asking the wrong person."

Allen blinked unconsciously to ease the dizziness in front of him.

He felt a soreness in his nasal cavity, and the ensuing mist blocked his vision. He was top-heavy and almost couldn't stand upright.

A pair of old but strong hands supported him.

Dumbledore said softly, "Oh, Alan...child..."

He didn't know what to say, so he searched his brains, and in the end he only found a bad word.

"Don't be too sad..."

Allen nodded slightly, and he stood half-supported against the wall, resisting Dumbledore's touch, and moved his body to the right.

He pursed his lips and asked, "She...I mean, my mother...was she doing well before?"

Dumbledore tried to interrupt him, "Alan..."

Grindelwald sighed and said, "She's silent."

silently...

A dark parasite born of emotional anguish in which a young wizard is physically or psychologically abused.

Allen gritted his teeth tightly and closed his eyes.

He simply said, "My father's memory is problematic, and I suspect that my mother is not dead at all...Maybe, it was the Grindelwald family who brought her back."

He looked at Grindelwald, looking for approval in those cold eyes.

"Uncle, there is such a possibility, isn't it?"

He couldn't help frowning, gritted his teeth to hold back the tears, and raised his hands to cover his face uncontrollably, his voice trembling.

"But, but in that case... Is she having a bad life..."

He suppressed the sound of sobbing, endured the colic in his heart and the oppression of his throat, and tried his best to ease his emotions.

Dumbledore followed his back gently.

He wiped away the tears from his side cheeks, and looked at Grindelwald, who was frowning and staring at Allen, with complete reluctance, and glared at him.

Grindelwald twitched his lips reluctantly.

...Tsk, what kind of son did Alexia have?

...a pure crying bag.