Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two old people was becoming more and more harmonious, Allen smiled slightly, looking down at the milk in the glass.

He thought of his mother who had nowhere to go, and he clenched his fingers unconsciously.

But these two old men are people who are good at observing details. His unconscious action made them look sideways for a moment.

Grindelwald frowned, sighed silently, and tapped the plate with his fork with a stinky face.

Allen returned to his senses and smiled in a concealed manner.

"What's the matter, uncle? Nicklaus' cooking skills have improved a lot, aren't you satisfied?"

Grindelwald is not used to him.

The pair of different pupils stared at him, looking at the chaotic bloody sword shadow in front of him, and asked, "What are your Christmas plans?"

Allen was taken aback, almost thinking that the other party had used Legilimency.

But he quickly realized, smiled and said, "What else can be arranged? As the crown prince, Christmas cannot be absent."

"is it?"

Grindelwald looked at him steadfastly, then retracted his gaze for a while and said, "Be careful when the time comes, and don't fail to come back."

Who doesn't know that Grindelwald's public prophecy in the speech at the Paris Cemetery made the future he saw soberly public through a pipe.

In this regard, the former Demon King is unique in the world.

Trelawney was no match for him.

At this moment, even Dumbledore was stunned.

The old principal and Alan came up with an idea almost at the same time:

What did Grindelwald see?

Allen frowned slightly, his heart slowed down bit by bit, and then seemed to be struggling violently.

He said softly, "Don't worry."

At night, Allen stood in his room on the third floor, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance that looked like the Milky Way under the moonlight.

The hour and minute hands have coincided.

It's twelve o'clock at night.

Allen knew that he should go to rest, but he couldn't control his thoughts, nor could he suppress the panic rising from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know what Grindelwald saw, let alone where the warning would be fulfilled.

Blood shadow knife light?

Should it be in London, or should it be the Grindelwald family who doesn't know where?

Then, Your Majesty and Queen...

Is it safe?

He raised his hand to press the cold railing, and the blood vessels under the back of his white hand spread under the skin.

The next day, Allen woke up on time at six in the morning.

He had a splitting headache, delusional thinking that the nerves in the back of his head were about to be snapped.

After drinking, he learned his lesson again.

…I had a lot of thoughts yesterday, after sorting out my memory, I stayed up until two o'clock in the morning, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

He knocked on the head of the bed, but he didn't wait for the hot milk.

Allen was stuck in the bed, his face was slightly pale, he really didn't want to move, so he curled up in a ball, trying to get back to sleep and relax.

When I returned to the cage, I fell asleep.

It would have been better if he hadn't been frozen awake.

As soon as those sea blue eyes opened, they saw the white-bearded grandfather sitting by the bed, and Grindelwald, who was standing in the standard Durmstrang posture with his arms folded behind him.

He jerked his head back and realized it was Dumbledore's hand.

The white-bearded grandfather breathed a sigh of relief, and said easily, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."

Grindelwald frowned, "But he didn't get up on time today."

This kid has come to Nurmengard three or four times, so he can't even notice the outrageous schedule.

Allen slowed his numb head, sat up slowly, and explained, "Uncle, I woke up on time in the morning, but I didn't sleep well last night, so I fell asleep again."

He rubbed his head and asked, "What time is it?"

Grindelwald still frowned, listening to a good-tempered headmaster reply, "Nine o'clock."

The White-haired Lion King tilted his head and said softly, "You missed breakfast, Alan."

Allen smiled, "That's a pity."

Grindelwald asked abruptly, "Is it because of my warning yesterday?"

Seeing Allen looking blankly, he said impatiently, "Because my policeman yesterday... well, remind me, you didn't sleep well?"

Allen barely twitched the corner of his mouth.

The former demon king was very depressed, and said in a bad mood, "I see so many prophecies every day, do I worry about dying just because I know the future?"

"Maybe what you see is not your own future?"

Allen guessed.

A sentence was almost blurted out from Grindelwald's mouth, but he glanced at Dumbledore next to him with scruples, remembering the future he had seen.

That prophecy appeared before his eyes as early as the beginning of his meeting with Albus.

And he arrogantly thought that he could overturn the spinning wheel of the God of Destiny, and then snatch the authority of the God of Death, and stand on top of the world.

But that prophecy came true.

He and Albus split into two sides, desperate duel.

Everything was doomed from the beginning.

Grindelwald regretted it too.

But it was never his entanglement with Albus Dumbledore that he regretted, it was just that he didn't make a change.

But at this moment, facing the boy's vague doubts, he replied naively, "I see my future, stupid kid."

He thought again of the vague reminder he'd been given before his duel with Albus.

[You will always stand on top of the tower. ]

At that time, Grindelwald thought it was a harbinger of his victory over Dumbledore, and he was complacent about it.

See how cruel the goddess of fate is!

She gave hints, gave the right hints, but she also understood that nothing could compare to human arrogance.

Cleverly using obscure language, she played with the human beings who thought they could glimpse their destiny, and watched them rush towards the established destiny with absurd hearts.

Thinking of this, Grindelwald added softly.

"Alan, don't trust the prophecy completely."