Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After all that teasing, Grindelwald—the world's greatest seer—had an unwavering distaste for destiny.

Albus had said that this little nephew might take up his mantle.

But he didn't want to.

He didn't want the little guy to wade through the mud that he was stuck in again.

Grindelwald said coldly, "Prophecy? It's just a game of gods. Whoever really believes it, acts on it, or even becomes obsessed with it, is the greatest stupidity!"

He turned around and walked out, saying, "Get out and eat!"

Allen smiled lightly.

He laughed at himself.

Yes, he obviously didn't believe in prophecy, but he tossed and turned for prophecy several times.

...that's really stupid.

He smiled, looked at Dumbledore and said, "Sir, I'm awake, it's time to wash up and eat."

That night, Allen went back to school with ease.

He looked at the calendar on the wall, seeing the Christmas marked in red on December 12th, and with his fingertips, Fierce Flames burned the pages of the calendar.

Going to visit the Grindelwald family may not go well, and there is a high possibility of fierce conflicts.

After all, the Muggle crown prince traveled across the ocean from Hogwarts with great fanfare, and chose Durmstrang as an exchange student instead of Beauxbaton, who was closer to Nicole Flamel.

This kind of strange thing has long been known to the world.

Floria harassed him many times, and then went back to the family to spy on him, and the elders of the family knew about it, so she was beaten.

But until now, the Grindelwald family has not expressed the slightest.

Let alone negotiating with him.

Alan never believed that the trip would go well, let alone the warning from Uncle Demon King.

Therefore, he needs to take care of the rest in the week leading up to the Christmas holiday.

In case they broke out in conflict and caused casualties, he could clean himself up.

He watched the calendar slowly turn into ashes, gently held the ashes in his palm, and his sea blue eyes fell into the wind and rain.

The first step is to leave no trace.

According to Floria, Durmstrang pursues militarized management, not only requiring students to keep a uniform size and wear a uniform dress,

Before each Christmas holiday, the Christmas whereabouts of the students will be counted.

This just gave Alan the opportunity to declare his whereabouts openly and create an alibi.

At the dinner table, he was handed the "Christmas Destination Sheet" and calmly entered [London-Sandringham Palace] in the address field.

The second step is to confuse the public.

Floria finished filling out the form with a "swish", looked at it with her head, and said regretfully, "It's a pity, if the family recognizes you, I can take you back for Christmas."

Allen smiled lightly and refused,

"Even if they admit it, I will not abandon my father and go to a foreign country for Christmas."

Floria curled her lips and muttered, "What a filial son."

He couldn't help raising his hand to Alan's head, about to use his sinful claws to mess up the image of the crown prince...

Spotted by the little prince, he glanced threateningly.

Floria paused for a moment, and when the child looked away, he rubbed the child's head steadily and accurately.

"Floria!"

Allen stood up angrily, and childishly slapped the statistics in his face on his face.

"How dare you—move your—paw—"

Floria laughed and took off the crumpled piece of paper, threw it to the third grade student in charge of collecting statistics, and shouted, "You are my cousin! Why can't I bully you!"

"Moreover--

"Maybe next Christmas you will spend it with the Grindelwald family!"

He believed that even if those old men insisted on the theory of blood, they would never be indifferent when they saw a genius like his little cousin.

They're going to be a real family after all.

Floria thought optimistically and confidently.

Ignoring the surprised eyes of many students and teachers, he stood up carelessly and pressed the table, trying to blatantly sneak up on Alan's face.

Allen stopped his outstretched paws again and again, got up angrily and kicked him, and said aggressively, "Then let's talk about it next time!"

He seemed childishly pissed off.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take away Floria's supper packed in a kraft paper bag.

Floria spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, skillfully found another brown paper bag, and quickly refilled the bag before the group of little monsters—the name they learned from Allen—had soiled the dishes.

At this time, Allen had strode into the bedroom.

He slammed the door shut, slowed down his pace, let go of his hand easily, and let the brown paper bag float to the dining table by itself.

He smiled lightly.

The third step is to create public opinion.

If something really went wrong with the Christmas visit, the bloodshed of the Grindelwald family would have nothing to do with him.

Allen is confident in His Majesty's safety.

——Edward has been wearing his last gift, a set of aquamarine brooch and ring, on which is the mighty Zeus.

No one can hurt His Majesty under such protection.

And the protective formation under the Sandringham Palace will also be fully operational during his trip.

Not to mention, he will give Lance and the others an order to protect His Majesty.

His Majesty is safe and sound.

What he needs is to protect himself, confirm the safety of his mother from this visit, and even have a chance to bring her back.

Alan, who let go of his chaotic worries, was finally able to use his keen mind at full capacity.

He looked at the snow and ice outside the window, silently waiting for Christmas.

Maybe this year, he'll get the best Christmas present ever.