Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In December, it also snowed in Berlin.

The sky was gloomy, and hundreds of millions of snowflakes fell from the sky, laying out a thickness of 5 centimeters on the ground.

The Victory Column made of purple granite stands silently, and the statue of the Goddess of Victory at the top is half hidden in the snow.

Floria half-squatted on a pedestal several meters high to hide from the snow—thanks to the Roman-style ring columns built by the Muggles, watching the Muggles hurrying from a height.

He glanced at the dial of the watch Alan gave him, and saw that it was almost twelve o'clock at noon, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and muttered,

"Is this kid not coming?"

"What are you talking about?"

Allen slowly showed his figure beside him, looking down at the gorgeous blue dial.

The hour and minute hands on it don't even coincide.

He looked at the place and smiled slightly, "You found a good place to hide from the snow."

"Just cast the Confusion Curse, isn't it all right?"

Floria got up, patted her trouser legs casually, and shrugged, "Today's snow is too heavy, so I don't want to stand underneath and wait!"

He looked Alan up and down, curled his lips in disgust.

"Why are you dressed so formally? I know that you are here to visit, but I don't know that you are going to get married!"

Allen flicked his double-breasted coat lightly.

He is indeed dressed formally today, with a hint of luxury in a low-key manner.

The dark gray suit was straight and slender, with a shirt placket with shutter pleats inside, and a beautiful silver-gray tie under the long and pointed collar of the shirt.

He even added shirt collar pins, with a faint silvery glint.

The black double-breasted coat inlaid with silver buttons was covered on the outside, and the tail hangs neatly on his calves, making him slender and beautiful.

The blond hair was more brilliant than ever.

Every strand of hair is where it should be, delicate like an elf who has fallen into the world.

He turned his eyes to the side, causing the clothes to wrinkle slightly, and the low-key sapphire brooch on the neckline of the suit was faintly visible.

Allen smiled lightly.

He stepped out of the ring pillar and stepped down, the invisible barrier surged beside him, pushing away every trace of wind and snow for him.

Floria had nothing to do with him, cursed and jumped off the high platform, and seemed to be reluctant to take out a small silver bell.

"Now, the Portkey."

He reminded, "The group of old men don't want to see you, you have to be mentally prepared."

Allen grabbed the silver bell and smiled coldly.

"It's all right, Floria, I never cared about them."

They looked at each other with the same determination in their eyes.

Floria suddenly showed an arrogant smile, and laughed loudly, "Little guy, I have really become a traitor.

"Remember, don't trust that stupid old man of mine—

"His name is Gregory!"

Floria's voice was elongated and distorted, as if they were being sucked into a washing machine, and the surrounding scenery was a twisted and flipped turmoil.

In an instant, the turbulence in the space calmed down, and the two of them stepped on the flat ground again.

Allen clenched his fists silently.

In front of him was a fully closed black gold gate, with tall marble statues of knights standing on both sides, as if something was spying on the incoming people through the armor on the head of the statue.

Floria exhaled lightly,

"I don't have any talent for prophecy, boy, let's both be lucky!"

He pushed open the door, looked at the fluctuating fog, grabbed Allen's wrist, and pulled him in.

Allen subconsciously wanted to break free, but then he felt the resistance behind the door.

Like a transparent film, he can't pass through it no matter what.

...It seemed that something wanted to throw him out of the door, and the murderous intent was hidden all around, reluctantly taking care of Floria who was on the side.

He frowned in surprise.

This is a kind of alchemy circle with blood, which once flourished in wealthy pure-blood families.

These families will integrate the blood of each descendant of the family into the alchemy circle to ensure that the descendants of the family will not be impersonated.

and……

The kidnappers are not given the opportunity to take their descendants into the ancestral home.

Under this kind of alchemy formation, unless it is a descendant of the family who has been integrated into the blood, or holds an invitation letter from the family...

Otherwise, it is impossible to enter.

Floria took a great risk by pulling him.

Because in the rules of this alchemy formation, it means——

Floria is likely to be thrown out of the house as a traitor, and if the family stops embracing him from within, he will never be able to enter the house again.

Allen silently drove Zeus to temporarily isolate the alchemy circle on the gate.

When Floria felt that he was about to move Alan, he suddenly let go of his hand, and he took a step forward inertially, almost throwing Alan as a discus.

Tie Hanhan said happily, "You came in!"

Alan who was thrown and staggered: ...

He smoothed the folds of his jacket silently.

Thanks to the gate of the Grindelwald family, there is a flat avenue and lawn instead of a stone fountain like the Malfoy family.

...Otherwise, he might have to visit with a bag on his back.

The sea blue eyes slid gently, looking at the green lawn inside.

Light gray marble tiles are used here.

Flat stone bricks lay out an avenue, occasionally dotted with a few pebbles of different sizes on both sides, surrounded by a light and artistic beauty.

He looked into the distance, and saw overlapping magnificent castles in the distance, with towering towers standing in between.

The whole body of the castle is made of white marble, and the overall maintenance is very good. The dark gray pointed tower tops complement each other, half leaning against the lush trees, almost a kind of summer tranquility.

Floria happily jumped beside him, still in disbelief.

"Child, did you feel it just now? I almost couldn't pull you up just now, but the resistance disappeared all of a sudden!

"That big formation is not an ordinary thing, we almost couldn't get in!"

Allen glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and reminded, "Cousin, shouldn't you invite me in first?"

Floria shrugged her shoulders tuggingly, but in the end she pulled him inside.

"Remember what I told you, don't trust my father Gregory, and of course you don't trust anything else!

He kept rubbing his hands, so nervous that he became a chatterbox.

"Why are you so calm, kid, remember the troubles of the younger generation I mentioned?

"I told you, Florian, Felix...they are all extreme bloodists, we don't like each other!

"But you can believe Alessio, he's pretty reliable."

"As for those old men, don't believe any of them!"

Floria managed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Little kid, I just hope that we can get out of this together."

Allen smiled lightly and said softly, "We will."

They walked towards the castle and stopped in front of the five-meter-high semi-circular foundation.

This is a common castle style, with curved steps on both sides leading up to the real gate.

Allen clenched his fists silently.

At this moment, a cold male voice suddenly sounded.

"What an unexpected visitor!"