Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Although Allen had made plans to visit the Grindelwald family, he didn't reveal anything when he spent the weekend with a certain headmaster and the former Dark Lord.

He no longer devoted himself to studying black magic, but also found time to refine a few magic memory.

Allen once used it when engraving a protective circle on the palace as a magical support.

After that, his strength multiplied, and he no longer needed the help of the magic memory.

But now, he needs to refine a few more to ensure safety.

His alchemy has also improved a lot.

It can be said that no one can compete with him in alchemy except Dumbledore.

In the past, he could only make a magic memory with the appearance of a palm-sized silver astronomical ball,

Now, he can compress it to the size of a ping pong ball, add a keychain or a sweater chain, and it can be used as an ordinary accessory.

Allen refined three in total.

The two were worn together by him with a silver chain, which was conveniently buckled on the ear of his trousers as a pendant.

Another, he gave to Grindelwald.

He knew that this might cause trouble, especially when confronting Dumbledore, the old headmaster had a 90.00% chance of getting the benefit of the magic memory.

But he doesn't care.

The blonde crown prince never relied on magic alone.

He has the blessing of the Lord God Zeus.

Even in order to repay the devil's cousin for taking care of his mother, Alan is willing to send the magic storage, hoping that the magic can nourish his body and make up for the damage of decades of prison life.

Grindelwald held it in distaste, but in the end it was worn on the ear of his trousers.

Speaking of which, Nicklaus' cooking skills have improved a lot.

Allen looked at Dumbledore beside him, took a bite of the fried egg, and then looked at Grindelwald with a displeased expression on the opposite side, raising his eyebrows innocently.

he laughed,

"Uncle, don't look at me like that. Besides, how can you see my aunt if I don't travel between Durmstrang and Nurmengard every week?"

Dumbledore:  …

Dumbledore had given up on his argument, and was silently eating the steak covered in honey on his plate.

Grindelwald snorted.

He looked at Dumbledore, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not your fault, then it's Albus' fault? Could it be that this old guy is disrespectful and rubs against a young man like you every day?"

Alan:  …

For a moment, he doubted whether he had inherited the eccentric talent of the Grindelwald family.

Dumbledore concentrated on squeezing salad dressing on his steak, and casually raised his eyes to glance at him, "Gellert, if you talk nonsense again, I'll turn your hair red."

He smiled and said, "You know, my Transfiguration is pretty good."

Allen held back a smile and took the bun and whipped cream, and was angered.

Dumbledore turned to him with a smile, and assured him, "And you, Alan. Don't even try to run away!"

Alan:  …

He imagined himself with red hair, and couldn't help shivering slightly.

——He never believed in Dumbledore's aesthetics, and seriously doubted whether the other party would turn his hair into Gryffindor red.

Allen said immediately, "Okay, sir. No problem, sir."

He watched Dumbledore look away contentedly, before being glared at by Grindelwald.

The devil's cousin seemed to be saying, "Spineless brat!"

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, signaling that he was helpless.

He coughed lightly, started another topic, and asked, "By the way, uncle, do you plan to live in Nurmengard forever?"

Dumbledore immediately became vigilant, his blue eyes looked at Allen reproachfully, and said in a low voice,

"Ellen."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, pointed at the resisting old headmaster with a fork, shrugged and said, "Look, the one who decides is not willing."

Allen put down the tea and looked at Dumbledore gently and obediently.

If Edward was here, he would definitely be able to tell that the kid was holding back his thoughts again.

In fact, in this context, Dumbledore could see it too.

He stood ready, and then heard Allen say,

"Sir, why don't you consider hiring uncle to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Dumbledore:  …

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly.

Allen continued, "Is there anything more at ease than having him by your side? Uncle is very knowledgeable, and he must be able to restrain his temper when he is by your side."

"What's more, compared to the many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors before... Uncle is simply impeccable!"

Dumbledore hesitated to speak, but couldn't find a point to refute.

Finally he said, "Alan, but he is Gellert Grindelwald. As long as he appears outside Nurmengard, it will shock the Ministry of Magic of all countries."

Grindelwald couldn't help snorting.

He muttered, "A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Allen ignored that sentence and continued, "It's not difficult. I heard that my uncle's body deformation technique is superb, and it's easy to transform into other shapes."

Dumbledore:  …

He had absolutely nothing to refute, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Alan seemed to realize something, and said clearly, "Do you not want uncle to be implicated by Voldemort's curse?"

"What curse?"

Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore triumphantly with curiosity.

Dumbledore sighed deeply, and heard Allen reply,

"Voldemort was also born at Hogwarts. Around 1950, he returned to Hogwarts and asked to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but was rejected by Mr.

"In a fit of rage, he cursed the position and cursed that any teacher who taught the subject couldn't teach it for more than a year."

Allen shook his head lightly.

"After that, the professors of this course either died unexpectedly or disappeared. So far, none of them have a good end."

"Uncle, Mister has to work so hard to recruit every year!"

Grindelwald let out a long "oh".

The pride on his face could no longer be concealed, and there was a faint embarrassment all over his body.

"Albus, I didn't expect you to care so much about me."

He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "But it's okay, I'd be happy to be the professor of this course and share some of it for you."

He pretended to be a threat, "If you don't agree to me, I will leave Nurmengard and run to a place where you can't see to do evil!"

Allen sang and sang with a sad expression on his face.

"Oh, sir, why don't you promise him?"

Dumbledore looked at the two of them with a headache, and said decisively, "Lupine is a very good professor. Since he taught, the students have learned a lot. I will not consider replacing him for the time being."

Grindelwald withdrew his gaze in disappointment, poking the steak restlessly with the fork in his hand.

"Tsk, you'd rather hire a werewolf than me."

Dumbledore tilted his head to look at Allen, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Allen lifted Pudding wrongly, "I didn't mention this!"

"Don't blame him!"

Grindelwald said with a stinky face, "I read the Daily Prophet these days, so what... His ring finger is as long as his middle finger, and he has obvious werewolf characteristics."

"You underestimate me, Albus."

Dumbledore was taken aback, and smiled slightly, "Yeah, I forgot."

He blinked narrowly. "Just remember you're a Durmstrang expelled dude without a degree."