Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

During Nicklaus' shopping, Allen sat at the simple dining table, closed his eyes and meditated.

His memory load is too heavy, especially recently he has been involuntarily falling into the deduction of the direction of events, which has added to his burden.

He needs more time to organize his memory than usual.

On the other side, on the high tower, two old men were bickering back and forth.

Maybe it's mainly a certain former demon king.

Grindelwald pressed the railing unconvinced, gritted his teeth viciously, "Where did that stupid kid call it wrong! Don't tell me you are having an affair!"

Dumbledore:  …

The old headmaster was very troubled. He used to have nothing to do with this guy, but now he has improved to a higher level, and Alan was added in the middle.

He explained, "Even if Allen is right, do you think it's appropriate for me to go out with such a name?"

Grindelwald's expression froze, he sneered, and said with a strange air in his hands, "Yes, yes, how could the 'just' Dumbledore have anything to do with this evil devil like me?"

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"Gellert, you know that's not what I mean."

Grindelwald shut his mouth.

If it was the young Gellert, he dared to uphold Albus Dumbledore's love, bit his voice confidently, and replied triumphantly, "Then what do you mean?"

But he is old now.

He'd already been through a duel, so he knew very well that in Albus's eyes he was less important than those ants.

...well, not as important as the lives of those mediocre people.

That's why he was so angry back then.

He'd always thought - even after he'd run away - always believed that Albus Dumbledore loved himself and would keep giving in to it.

He hijacked Albus' love, thinking that the other party would follow him forever.

However he was wrong.

Gellert was no longer qualified, and had nothing to fear from Albus.

Grindelwald is even more unqualified, and he is making progress in front of Dumbledore.

His silence made Dumbledore uneasy.

The old principal sighed helplessly, took off his half-moon frame, pretended that he was wiping the dust on the glasses, and said softly,

"Gellert, you don't have to. You and I both know that you don't love me—or rather, you never loved me."

He said calmly, "So you don't have to..."

Grindelwald felt that he had been wronged.

He rushed to the railing again, kicking the railing angrily,

"Albus! Do you think I'll turn into a good-natured saint if I damn repent!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at Dumbledore, watching Dumbledore calmly lower his eyes, and concentrate on wiping the lens in his hand.

...seemed to be indifferent.

"Well, listen—I don't know where you came to such an outrageous conclusion, but if I didn't love you, I wouldn't be willing to stay in Nurmengard!"

The former demon king was so angry that he wanted to stand up, but the cell was too narrow for him to stand half-bent.

Probably really angry.

He maintained such an awkward posture, and shouted,

"Why do you think I took Alexia over with such kindness? Why do you think I have nothing to do to clear the silence for her?

"—damn it, I'm making it up to Ariana!

"—I want to make it up to you!!!"

Dumbledore paused with his fingers twisting the lens, a dead silence spread between the two of them, and a sad streamer flashed across his blue eyes.

He said softly, "Oh, thank you for having such a heart."

Grindelwald was going crazy with rage.

He frantically turned around and kicked the wall, turned around again, his chest heaving violently.

He tapped on the railing as loudly as a second Aberforth.

He knew how ugly it was, but for this damned little moralist to understand his intentions, damn it!

He yelled, "If you don't believe it - damn it - I like you, Albus, I love you! I love you like crazy - Merlin's sausage, what an overly nasty talk!"

Those different pupils were full of anger, with a compelling sense of oppression, but also full of sorrow.

His voice softened, he stretched out his skinny hand over the railing, grabbed Dumbledore's wrist, and said softly,

"Al...you can hate me for leaving without saying goodbye after Ariana's accident, or hate me for setting off a bloody storm all over the world..."

There were tears in those eyes.

He said, "But you can't doubt that I love you...not that I loved you, but that I love you..."

Dumbledore's voice was hoarse, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to raise them to see clearly the emotion in those different pupils.

He whispered, "I'm glad to hear that, Gail."

A moment of silence.

Dumbledore didn't seem to know how to respond. He cleared his throat and said, "Alan is a special child..."

Grindelwald stood with a stinky face, half bent, with the cold ceiling on his head, staring at him like that.

However, Dumbledore, after all, mixed too much in the crowd, continued without changing his expression,

"What he values ​​most now is his mother. I think that if Alexia can really be found, this child will not go astray."

Grindelwald couldn't help it, "I..."

Dumbledore raised his voice and said firmly, "Alan is a very filial child, which can be seen from his respect and love for the king.

"I think Alexia and the king will definitely lead him on the right path..."

Grindelwald tried to interject, "I mean..."

Dumbledore looked at him and asked, "Gellert, don't you have the heart to see Allen follow in your footsteps?"

Grindelwald:  …

He sighed deeply, gave up struggling and sat down on the ground.

... It doesn't matter, the big deal is that if he calls Allen every week, he won't believe this little moralist, don't worry!

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Great, now let's discuss Alan's education. I found out that Durmstrang..."

When Allen walked up the tower familiarly, he saw the old principal who was chatting with gusto, and a Dark Lord who was tortured until his eyes were dull.

He paused slightly, then smiled again in an instant, and reminded,

"Uncle, aunt, Nicklaus has bought the ingredients and is cooking."

Dumbledore:  …

He said with difficulty, "Alan!"

Grindelwald interrupted him immediately, and reprimanded with a stinky face, "When he is ready, let him bring it directly."

Allen paused and pursed his mouth aggrievedly.

He skillfully pulled out pitiful eyes, looked at Dumbledore pitifully, and asked, "Aunt..."

Dumbledore coughed heavily.

Allen blinked and continued, "...will you allow my uncle to come and eat with me? At least let him take a bath and take care of himself."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slowly.

He thought about looking at Allen, thinking indescribably:

Alexia not only gave birth to a little crying bag, but also a baby girl?

Dumbledore:  …

When he was in a dilemma, Allen lowered his eyes aggrievedly, with his blond hair half hanging down his cheeks, and said softly, "I don't have any other requirements, and uncle will not leave Nurmengard...Is this also okay?"

The blond crown prince made the lore lightly and deftly.

He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and argued, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that my mother also had dinner with my uncle..."

Dumbledore's words were completely blocked.

He couldn't bear to sigh, and turned his head to warn the former demon king in the cell, "Never leave Nurmengard!"

Grindelwald gave a "tsk" sound with displeasure and strange pleasure, and glanced at his nephew next to Tongzi, seeing that he was a little complacent, and blinked at himself lightly.

... This little guy!

On this day, he stepped out of the tower.