Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen had to admit that Grindelwald still had two brushes to fascinate a genius like Dumbledore.

At least the appearance is enough.

Even though nearly 50 years of imprisonment almost destroyed his body and made him skinny, but after he washed and changed his clothes and took care of himself, he was still worthy of the word "handsome old man".

He was wearing a dark gray sweater and black trousers. His dull blond hair had long since faded to silver, hanging casually on his cheeks.

He is now thinner than Dumbledore, and the clothes cover him almost empty, and there seems to be an empty wind in his actions.

But Nicklaus still saw the all-powerful devil back then through this appearance.

The silent charm of speech and demeanor is still deposited in his bones.

What's more, he is also a second-to-none genius.

Grindelwald wrinkled his nose and complained, "Who bought these clothes?"

Allen sat at the dining table, ignoring Dumbledore with a calm face beside him, and exclaimed, "Very handsome, uncle!"

He got up and asked Grindelwald to sit across from him, motioned for Nicklaus to start serving the dishes, and said happily, "Is this a family dinner?"

Grindelwald agreed, "Forget it, stupid kid."

He glanced at Dumbledore, who didn't seem to see the other's stare, looked at Allen and said, "Okay, kid, what did you learn in Durmstrang? It's not like Hogwarts here. magic……"

"cough!"

Dumbledore coughed heavily.

So the voice of the former demon king turned a corner, wrinkled his nose and said, "... so gentle."

Allen bet that the word he was biting just now was definitely not this word.

He faced the eyes of the two old men, well-behaved and gentle with arrogance.

"But uncle, if those teachers were of sufficient skill back then, you wouldn't have bombed Durmstrang, would you?"

Dumbledore's white eyebrows knit together again.

Grindelwald half-raised his eyebrows, and approved of this sentence, "Yes, Alan. Although now I don't think I should attack my classmates with such dangerous black magic, but maybe..."

The pair of different pupils turned to Dumbledore, and faintly withdrew their gaze.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have met Albus either - that would be a pity."

"Tell me, what do you think of this place?"

Allen smiled slickly, and continued, "It's still interesting. Their library is unique in the entire magic world, and the bloodline theory they insist on also interests me very much."

Dumbledore:  …

He listened to the child say, "I have fully trained my magical reflexes."

While speaking, Nicklaus had already placed steaks in front of them and filled the table with various foods.

He reminded softly, "Your Excellency, young master... Mr. Dumbledore, the dishes are ready."

Dumbledore said helplessly, "Thank you, Mr. Nicklaus."

He coughed lightly and reminded, "You two, eat first."

Allen was happily cutting the just-fried steak. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Grindelwald starting to cut the meat without hesitation, and decided to give this opportunity to Dumbledore.

After a second...

After two seconds...

After three seconds...

Dumbledore finally couldn't take it anymore.

He coughed lightly, wondering where the caring children who once reminded him not to eat too much sugar and LeMay not to eat steak went.

He thought helplessly:

...perhaps in order for him to fulfill his "aunt" duties.

But even if he knew that this was a conspiracy, he couldn't help but look at an old man who didn't eat very well and hurt his stomach because he craved steak.

He raised his wand, cast a light levitation spell, and moved the plate in front of Grindelwald to his side.

"Oh, Gellert, don't look at me like that."

He said helplessly, "You should know that you can't eat steak now, for your health..."

He waved his wand again, manipulated the porridge spoon, and scooped a spoonful of seafood porridge into the bowl of the old man opposite.

"You can only eat these for the time being."

Allen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and he really heard Grindelwald's resentment.

A certain former demon king held a fork, stared fiercely and pitifully at the distant steak, and said aggrievedly,

"Al...I haven't had a decent meal in 48 years..."

Dumbledore squinted his eyes with a smile, and put away his wand self-consciously.

"Well, Gellert, if you want steak, I won't stop you."

Grindelwald slowly put down the fork, slowly picked up the seafood porridge in front of him, and stared fiercely at the steak still exuding the aroma of frying in the distance.

Allen doesn't care about their old couple.

He was engrossed in gnawing on the hot steak in front of him, and served it with some good mashed potatoes——

Although the steak wasn't perfect, the mashed potatoes were good, and finally drove away the unpleasantness of Durmstrang's cold dinner in the evening.

Grindelwald sipped the seafood porridge dejectedly.

... Nicklaus is not a very good cook.

He tasted salty and fishy, ​​but he didn't taste the freshness that seafood porridge should have.

He looked at Allen, who was eating very deliciously, and asked angrily, "Stupid kid, is the steak delicious?"

Allen commented truthfully.

"Uncle, I can tell from the expression on your seafood porridge—maybe Nicklaus is not good at cooking."

He smiled. "But compared to Durmstrang's constant cold sausages, salad and beer, I think the hot steak is pretty good."

Dumbledore blinked, and then said,

"Ah, yes... Alan, I think the elves at Hogwarts are really good compared to those. I like their sweet turkey the most. How about you?"

Allen said powerlessly, "I just hope they don't make any more salted fish pudding."

Grindelwald:  …

…Albus' tastes were as weird as ever.

The old man snorted softly, watched the old and the young across the table singing together, and resignedly drank the seafood porridge.

He hates seafood porridge the most!