Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This group of young people look at me and I look at you, and they all see the same suspicion in each other's eyes——

This is not a lunatic, is it?

They looked at the three principals lying on the ground, and at the strange boy with a few drops of blood on his cheeks, holding up their wands and not daring to move them.

The person in charge looked at Allen coldly, clutching his wand tightly.

Allen also looked at them indifferently.

Those sea-blue eyes moved slightly, extremely indifferent, coupled with some blackened blood spots on the side of his cheeks, blood stains on the collar of his white shirt...

Really like a maniac.

Everyone believed that if they dared to attack, this maniac would kill them all regardless.

Both sides were silent, and the silent smell of gunpowder spread among them.

At the touch of a hair.

Just when both sides were about to start to strike, an old female voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the actions of both parties.

"—stop it all!"

The voice was old and cold, with restrained trembling and coldness oozing from the bones.

Allen looked up.

He was extremely calm, without any emotion in his eyes.

In those sea-blue eyes, the reflection of an elegant old lady gradually appeared.

She was wearing a long black dress with a long black woolen coat, and a shiny and round pearl necklace on her wrinkled neck.

This is obviously a very delicate and elegant old lady.

She looked over 100 years old, her back was bent, and her face and neck were covered with wrinkles.

But she puts on her makeup delicately, even with bright lipstick.

Her white hair was elegantly coiled up, and she even wore a beautiful black yarmulke, and even her hands were wearing black lace gloves, with a matching small bag on her wrist.

...somewhat weird.

This is obviously a dress for a funeral.

Allen looked at her calmly, and asked according to the inertia of a crown prince gentleman.

"excuse me, you are……?"

The old woman sighed, her eyes filled with indifference and sadness that Alan couldn't understand.

She whispered, "Oh, I'm Georgiana—Georgiana Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald's aunt."

She looked at Allen, her eyes revealing the sorrow and pity for the dying.

She said, "You should call me aunt, or you can call me aunt."

Allen looked at her steadfastly, and bowed slightly for a while, as a junior salute.

He didn't pronounce the title.

...as if he no longer expected the Grindelwald family.

He asked, "Is there something for you to come here? If you want to find these three, I'm afraid you won't be able to do so."

Those sea blue eyes are so calm.

It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He said quietly, "They're all dead—I just killed them."

The group of young people showed expressions of displeasure, and some couldn't help but want to raise their legs and move forward.

Allen glanced at them lightly, and that glance was like a thousand shots, which made them hesitate again.

Georgiana snorted coldly, waved her hands and said, "Let's all go out first, I have something to talk to this child!"

She didn't seem to see the three corpses inside, closed the door calmly, walked to the sofa and sat down.

The old voice followed her.

"I know why you came here, and I know you must have an answer...Son, yes, I erased your father's memory."

Allen turned to look at her abruptly.

He strode over, and as he got closer, his steps slowed down again.

He walked forward slowly, looked into the other person's eyes, and knelt down in front of the old woman.

"...Auntie, I beg you.

"...I beg you to tell me the truth back then."

He was begging unconsciously, and his eyes were fragile like never before, almost giving birth to a kind of humbleness.

Georgiana sighed softly.

She said softly, "I think you already know that the Grindelwald family values ​​prophecies."

"Even many times, the fate of a child and how he will be treated in the family depends on whether there is a prophecy."

"Back then, before and after the birth of your mother—Alexia, there wasn't a single prophet in the family who spoke..."

She sighed softly, looked at Alan regretfully, and explained,

"It means she's ordinary, kid — she can't be a unique offspring that will bring benefits to the family."

Allen looked into her eyes, and the sea blue eyes seemed to have really fallen into the sea.

The faint tears blurred his vision, making him unable to see everything here clearly.

He whispered, "But... isn't she a child of this family?"

Georgiana shook her head lightly. Every wrinkle on her face was a mark of time. This kind of scale made her go through too much.

She whispered, "Look at me—"

She sat dignifiedly, her gray hair coiled with the elegance of a lifetime.

"Look at me, I seem to be respected by the whole family now, but that's because... when I was a teenager, I awakened the talent for prophecy."

"Before that, I was just a commodity used for marriage."

Georgiana spoke calmly, as if speaking of something other than her own fate.

"After that, it didn't get any better - I went from a marriage commodity to a mascot who couldn't leave the family."

"This is the Grindelwald family."

She said softly, "I can't resist, I can only accept, I rely on my prophecy to gain status and honor, and I also help those poor, gifted children."

"—including your mother."

Allen looked into her eyes steadily, as if to confirm whether she had lied.

His face was pale, as dull as a puppet.

Georgiana went on talking as if she had come to finish these words.

"Your mother, she actually has magical talent, but it is too weak, so weak that the magic riot is only a breeze, like a squib.

"Of course she was treated like a Squib."

She sighed and looked at the little black bag in her hand.

"During that time, Gellert had already been imprisoned in Nurmengard, and the whole family was ruled by Gruss. He has always been displeased with our family, thinking that we have taken away too much care from the elders...

"I traveled with my father, and when I came back, everything was settled."

She looked at Gruss who was on the ground to the bottom, her face and eyes were as calm as a dead wood.

"I thought, maybe it would be good if Alexia was sent to Nurmengard, at least she wouldn't have to suffer in the family until a prophecy appeared before my eyes."

She looked at Alan, the bottom of her eyes suppressed the helplessness of being played by fate.

"...I saw her die."