Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It wasn't until his thoughts returned that Allen really realized what he had done.

He didn't dare to look at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

But I feel guilty about sealing it up.

He admitted that he had committed such a crime because of a cloud of rage.

Your Majesty is right.

He shouldn't have killed the first person, because once it started, he would have to kill everyone in order to cover up the truth.

Allen confessed to this.

But he never regretted killing Lucas.

He hated the other party's ruthlessness and ungratefulness, and the abuse of his mother was engraved in his mind every word, every word and every action.

That's the queen.

That is his mother.

But in such a family, he was trampled by everyone, but Lucas, who was supposed to protect his children, stood by and even made trouble.

...just because the mother has no outstanding talents.

Allen stood in the middle of the empty church, and heard the devil singing hymns, which came into his ears empty.

He looked at the still shining Katina lying quietly under the cross.

Mistakenly seeing rust marks everywhere.

Christmas passed without any strange news.

After all, the staff of the Ministry of Magic need Christmas too.

But it won't be certain until January.

On January 1, just after Alan had returned Katina's sword to the Tower of London, the official newspaper of the German Ministry of Magic reported a horrific incident.

[It is reported that the Grindelwald family was burned to ashes, men, women and children were burned to ashes, and the Auror Division of the Ministry of Magic is still investigating on the spot.

[The Wizarding Union is having a collective discussion under the leadership of Albus Dumbledore. ]

Allen saw the newspaper and looked at Dumbledore with a serious face on it.

He smiled calmly and closed his eyes gently.

Sorry, he can only confess to God.

In front of the world, he can only maintain the glory of the crown prince.

——To the point of death.

He opened his eyes, took out a piece of letter paper, and wrote quickly, crookedly, through the back of the paper,

[Sir: The newspaper of the German Ministry of Magic this morning said that the Grindelwald family was burned...I see you are discussing it, may I ask, do you know what happened?

—You know, I haven't found my mother yet.

Ellen begs]

He folded the letter paper in a way that was not as neat as usual, and stuffed the corners of the letter into the envelope in a messy way, with the words floating on it:

[to: Albus Dumbledore].

He called Tita over and said softly,

"Good girl, deliver a letter for me, and wait there for his reply, let him hurry up!"

Allen opened the window and let Tita fly out.

He looked back, and thoughtfully took out another piece of letter paper, writing the second letter to Dumbledore.

[Sir, is this an accident or man-made? ]

The handwriting under the pen is no longer regular, and the cover of criminals is drawn one after another, shifting as if to indicate a crooked fate.

Allen knew that he was walking into the abyss.

He raised his eyes, called Selene, and asked this proud owl to deliver a letter to Dumbledore.

He sat in the study and waited, watching the second hand falter every moment.

tick...

Drip... Tap...

The ticking sound seemed to hit Allen's heart, causing his heart to constrict, causing him to feel a little panicked.

He watched the second hand move calmly, and looked away slightly.

It wasn't until Selene left for a quarter of an hour that Allen finally got up, pulled up his long coat and disappeared into the castle.

He Apparated outside Hogwarts, turned his head as if in a daze of realization, and Apparated again to Nurmengard.

Allen walked out of the distorted space.

At that moment, his extremely calm face overflowed with restrained worry and anxiety, and he quickly rushed into Nurmengard.

He ran into the living room and asked pantingly, "Uncle, have you seen Auntie?"

Grindelwald grimaced and threw the newspaper on the table.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Have you seen the newspaper?"

Allen nodded quickly, some cold sweat poured out unconsciously on his forehead, he said quickly, "I sent a letter to my aunt, but I couldn't sit still, I thought he was here..."

Grindelwald closed his eyes hard.

He kicked the coffee table violently, got up and walked back and forth, gritted his teeth violently and said, "This group of useless trash! Whether it's the Ministry of Magic or the Grindelwald family, they are all trash!"

Allen followed behind him as if he had lost his mind, and asked word by word in a crying voice,

"I haven't looked for my mother yet..."

"Uncle, will something happen to my mother?"

"Can I go and see it?"

Grindelwald couldn't stand being annoyed by him, raised his hand to grab his neck, and pressed him on the sofa.

"Don't mess around with me, just sit down! Albus will be there soon!"

Allen was still grinding his fingers anxiously, looking in the direction of the door frequently.

Finally, he waited for the principal with the white beard.

When Dumbledore appeared at the stairs with a serious face, Allen and Grindelwald walked over quickly in sync.

Of course, a certain vinegar king is faster.

He couldn't wait to ask, "Any clues?"

Allen also looked at him anxiously, and even raised his heels slightly, which could be called looking forward to it.

Dumbledore shook his head thoughtfully.

"I can't tell - everything there was burned, and there was not even a trace of magic, only the burning point of Fiendfyre could be vaguely judged.

"——it's at the entrance gate, close to the castle. I heard that there was originally a lawn there."

He sighed softly,

"Maybe it's the children who learned the Fiercefire Curse, but they couldn't control the fire—you know your family."

Grindelwald frowned and thought, and had to admit that this was something their family did.

Dumbledore frowned tightly, pulled his beard and said, "But if this is the case, someone should be able to leave the castle."

He gently folded his palms together, and muttered softly, "I always feel a little weird...but I can't say what is weird..."

He turned around like an old bee, muttering words.

"If learning Fiendfyre leads to a loss of control, someone must be able to escape... Could it be that those children learn the Fiendfyre Curse in the middle of the night? No, then they won't learn it outside the castle...

"But I can't tell..."

Dumbledore pulled his beard worryingly, "Will someone attack the Grindelwald family? Gellert, has your family made any enemies?"

Grindelwald said with a cold face, "That's too much, I alone can draw the hatred of half of Europe."

Dumbledore corrected, "All of Europe."

He shook his head and continued to mutter, "It seems that this road will not work, but I don't think it's because of you, you have already settled it many years ago..."

Allen just looked at him in circles.

He frowned, shook hands anxiously, and asked, "Sir... sir! Do you know who died in the castle? Is there a list?"

He said anxiously, "My mother... I haven't gone yet..."

Dumbledore stopped, looked at him with some pity, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Alan—there's no list."

"However, it is said that the Grindelwald family still has a few descendants outside, and if something like this happens, maybe they will come back.

"At that time, maybe we will know who the victims who turned into ashes in the castle are."

Allen was stunned on the spot.

He turned around slowly, facing away from the two old men, and rubbed his hair in confusion.

"...You mean, everyone inside has been turned into ashes?"

Dumbledore said softly, "Yes."

He couldn't see those sea blue eyes, bottomless, cold and dull.

Allen continued to ask, "Is there no evidence at all?"

Dumbledore sighed, "Alan, that's Fiendfire, it burned too cleanly, and the Aurors didn't find anything, in case they were negligent, I went to check it myself.

"--Nothing at all."

Allen closed his eyes silently.

His shoulders slumped a little, and he didn't know whether he was relieved, or his conscience was being blamed by the vague guilt.

He asked softly, "Nothing?"

Allen didn't know what mood he was asking this sentence, just like he didn't know how he could ask Floria.

And Dumbledore gave him a conclusion he already knew well.

"Alan, I'm afraid he has suffered too."

Grindelwald's furious voice came, "Ministry of Magic! Ha, Albus, don't look at me like that, they are a bunch of trash! It was like this many years ago, and it will still be like this after many years!"

He became mad with anger.

"Look! I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this! We simply rebelled, broke into the Ministry of Magic, and dismissed these lousy moths!"

Dumbledore's soothing voice kept coming.

The old headmaster tried his best to appease the furious Grindelwald, while the real murderer just turned his back on them.

Allen closed his eyes silently, and let out a long breath.