Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen looked at him coldly, looking at the rushing red light.

He raised his hand and gently moved the air.

The invisible barrier rose suddenly, like fishing, wrapping the Cruciatus Curse net in the center, and quickly entangled it to form a tight and tough film.

Like capturing silence.

The red light rushed left and right, and an ugly blood-red skull appeared in the interlaced light and shadow.

Floria almost broke out in a cold sweat.

In Durmstrang, he dared to send seniors to participate in the black magic duel with Allen, because he knew that there was a professional therapist next to him, who was best at dealing with black magic scars.

What's more, he didn't know Alan's identity at that time.

But in the family...

In case Allen couldn't avoid it and really suffered from the Cruciatus Curse, there would be no one here to heal the child.

Fortunately, this kid is amazing...

Floria exhaled slowly, feeling a little weak in her hands and feet.

He bared his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and punched Florian on the chin, "Your uncle! You are really capable of casting the Cruciatus Curse at home!"

It can be seen that Floria is a frequent offender in the family.

Immediately after that punch, he kicked again.

When the opponent was unable to parry, he grabbed the opponent's hair and pushed him to the ground. He rode on the opponent and started the unilateral beating mode steadily and ruthlessly.

Florian was looking at the transparent film covering the Cruciatus Curse in amazement, but was caught off guard.

He was so angry that he pointed the tip of his staff at the restless brother.

"It's all set—"

"Determine your uncle!"

Floria grabbed his wand directly, and threw it casually, letting the wooden wand roll to Allen's feet.

"You're kind of dueling me, don't be a Muggle—ah!"

"Grandpa! The last time I came back to pick up something, it must have been your secret!"

Allen raised his eyebrows lightly, admiring the brothers and sisters of the Grindelwald family, silently hooked his fingers, let the wand float over, and stuffed it into his pocket.

... It can be seen that this Florian is not only a bloodlineist, but also a crispy skin.

Allen likes to deal with this kind of people the most.

As soon as the wand is retracted, the trouble is over.

He suppressed his laughter, pretending not to hear the constant insults and wailing, and concentrated on watching the artwork in the living room without saying a word.

It is said that the Grindelwald family made their fortune in antiques and artworks, and these furnishings are indeed true.

With just a glance, he saw many authentic oil paintings lost in historical rumors, and even lost gold and gemstone war horse ornaments from the German court.

These things are placed extremely exquisitely, matching the red background and gold embroidered wallpaper very well.

And over there...

Florian finally couldn't take it anymore.

He wailed, "Floria, how dare you...! Oh! Damn it, Grandpa is still waiting to see him!"

Floria stopped her fist, thought for a while and asked, "Where is Grandpa? Who else is there?"

Allen glanced sideways slightly, listening to the sound over there.

Florian stared at him with a swollen nose, and said unconvinced, "The study on the second floor, and your father and third grandpa! Just wait, I'll see how my little uncle treats you!"

"Ow!"

Floria hit him firmly on the chin, and said with a gloomy face, "Don't worry about it!"

He got up and waved to Allen, "Kid, go, go and meet those terrible old men!"

Alan Shi Shi stepped forward and walked through the hanging legend.

Those sea blue eyes drooped slightly, and he smiled helplessly.

He is cold by nature and has little affection for others, but it is not so hard to distinguish the sincerity and kindness of others.Floria took a great risk here to help him.

He stopped and reminded,

"Cousin, you'd better leave, I can go in by myself."

Floria looked at him and said indifferently, "Don't you plan to take me in?"

Allen shook his head lightly.

"The name of family rebellion is not good, and you are not another Gellert Grindelwald."

He bent his eyebrows and smiled, "Go and help me look at Florian, don't let him cause trouble."

Floria frowned and gave a soft "tsk".

He ruffled his hair a little irritably, and hesitated in his actions.

... What the kid said is indeed reasonable, Florian can indeed make trouble.

He frowned and looked at Allen, "Can you do it yourself? None of the three old men are good!"

Allen smiled, raised his hand to press on his chest, and pushed it away gracefully and gently, exuding unparalleled calmness and confidence.

"Floria, the whole of Durmstrang has done nothing to me!"

Floria scratched her hair, snorted softly, and pointed to a room on the left side of the corridor.

"Go forward, the door in front is the study."

Allen smiled, watching the other party hesitantly walk down the stairs.

He turned around, walked to the door step by step, clasped his hands and knocked twice, then pushed the door open.

This den is a traditional layout.

On the left is a tall and beautiful bookshelf, of course with a set of desks, and on the right is the reception area with a sofa.

He turned to the right, and saw a long sofa and two short sofas arranged around the coffee table, and three old men in simple plain wizard robes sat on it, seeing him with different expressions.

Especially the one on the far right, he looked like he was looking at some kind of bug.

But for the sake of his mother, he didn't mind tolerating the offense.

Ignoring the expressions of the three of them, Allen bowed to caress his heart with a gentle smile, "Good afternoon, gentlemen! Son of Alexia, come to visit."

The old man in the middle snorted, "Since you're here, come and sit."

Allen smiled with downcast eyes, and closed the door.

He walked over and sat in the only single chair left.

He leaned forward slightly, and lowered his posture with respect hidden in the details.

"Elders, I don't intend to cause trouble for you, but there is something that I must come to visit."

The grandpa raised his crutches and tapped the floor, leaned back in the armchair and said,

"You don't need to be polite—I saw your greeting card, and said you came to find Alexia?"

He pointed to the one on the right,

"The third child is Alexia's biological father, you can ask him yourself!"

Allen paused, raised his eyelids halfway to look at the old man on the right, lowered his eyebrows again, suppressed the disgust in his eyes, and showed a respectful smile.

"...I should call you grandfather."

"No need!"

The other party raised his hand and neatly rejected the more intimate address.

He arrogantly said,

"Your mother? Well, that's just a lowly Squib. Unfortunately, she's not a Squib, she's a Silly."

Allen's face gradually turned cold, and his leaning body leaned back.

The other party noticed it, but dismissed it.

He said coldly, "She destroyed a batch of antiques that I bought back, and I'm afraid she won't be able to create the value of those antiques for me in her lifetime.

"After that, Nurmengard asked for silence, and I threw her over, that's all."

He talks about Alexia as if it wasn't his daughter, triumphantly throwing away a big trouble.

He looked at Allen, but he didn't have any kindness from his grandfather.

Those eyes were full of disgust, and there was slowly malice in his voice.

"If you want to know the whereabouts of that squib, you should ask Nurmengard about that—you both have Muggle blood anyway, so don't dislike each other's dirtyness."

Allen clenched his fists silently.

He tried his best to suppress the coolness in his voice, and said with a faint sarcasm, "But Gellert Grindelwald is well-loved in the family——

"You can't deny that, can you?"