Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The king has knowledge of the forgotten past.

And the Crown Prince faces an unending future.

On the day Allen left Durmstrang, all the teachers and students breathed a sigh of relief. Krum and the others wanted to send him off, but he refused.

He sent a black magic research manuscript as a matter of necessity, and then, accompanied by Dumbledore, stepped into the burning fireplace.

The old headmaster was worried.

He has always been keen, so he easily noticed the changes in Allen.

The child is no longer gentle and kind.

The young man looked calm and calm on the surface, but there was a void in his eyes that ignored everything.

It almost made him think that the child had activated Occlumency.

In the past, he was always worried that the smile on the corner of Allen's lips was too stereotyped, with a false tenderness, but now...

That genuine or fake smile suddenly disappeared, but it made him tremble a little.

When they returned to Hogwarts, Dumbledore stopped the boy who was about to leave.

"Alan, well, I have a new candy from Honeydukes here, would you like one?"

Allen looked at him, and sat silently in the armchair opposite the long table.

In the past, Dumbledore had always laughed and watched him conjure a stool, but now it was no longer the case, and the old headmaster conjured soft armchairs and unsweetened black tea with complete concern.

I'm afraid it will make Allen worse.

Dumbledore watched him hold up the black teacup, warmed his hands out of focus, and twisted his long beard even more worriedly.

"Well, Alan, maybe you came back at the right time - this year's Quidditch final is about to start, I heard that Gryffindor has found a new Seeker!"

He winked playfully,

"Don't you want to see who this year's Quidditch Cup belongs to?"

Allen returned to his senses, and gently pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, is there any progress with the Grindelwald family?"

Dumbledore looked at him reassuringly, with a little pity.

"I'm afraid not, son."

He handed over a piece of mango pudding, and seeing the boy take it slowly, picking up the fork and slowly dividing it, he couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

"...Alan, don't be too sad. Although you can't see your mother, we all know that she loves you."

The hand holding the fork stopped, as if frozen.

Allen said softly, "Sir, I haven't even seen her."

His eyes suddenly turned red.

"How many children in this world don't know what their mother looks like? Let alone me..."

He paused suddenly, holding back the confession that he almost blurted out.

Allen put down his fork, got up to say goodbye, left the principal's office under Dumbledore's worried eyes, and returned to the Slytherin common room.

He sank himself into the bed, thinking drowsily and soberly about his future plans.

For now, he needs to order a batch of communication crystal balls for the Ministry of Magic.

He must add the monitoring circle and sealing magic circle to it, these must be hidden and cannot be discovered by others.

He also needs to confirm the development plan submitted by Lance to see if their proposed plan to bring Muggle drugs into the market is feasible.

He needs to continue to fulfill the responsibility of the crown prince and give spiritual encouragement to the people who follow him.

Allen looked at the deep dark green above his head.

... He was never alone, and he had no right to be depressed.

He pulled Lance's magic line silently, and heard a gentle call from over there, "Your Highness? Do you have any orders?"

Allen raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and said softly, "Send the plan, and I want to see the details you agreed on."

His voice is light, but with unprecedented arbitrariness.

"in addition……"

He raised his eyes to look at the vacant bed opposite, and said softly, "Contact Lucius, give him benefits, pull him to cooperate, and give him fame and benefits.

"I want to lift up this arrogant Patriarch Malfoy."

he said softly.

Those sea blue eyes were as deep as the sea.

When Draco returned from Quidditch practice that day, he was surprised to find the curtains on the other bed down.

Allen is back?

He hesitated for a moment, walked over and lifted the hanging silk.

With just one glance, he was shocked by the man on the bed.

...Is this Allen?

He had never seen the other person like this before, his face was as pale as paper, and he was leaning against the pillow with his eyes closed, looking sickly.

Draco was so shocked that he didn't even notice the aquamarine eyes that opened silently.When he looked again, he was startled by that look again, and took a step back suddenly.

The bed curtain fell silently between the two.

After a brief silence, it was gently lifted up by invisible magic power.

Allen looked at him calmly, beckoned, and patted the edge of the bed lightly.

"Draco, come here."

Draco swallowed unconsciously, sat down on the edge of the bed hesitantly, carefully occupying only a small space.

"... When did you come back? I don't even know."

Seeing Alan's calm eyes, he explained casually, "I haven't had time to explain yet."

Draco paused, frowning unconsciously.

...What's wrong with this bastard?

He suddenly remembered the rumors circulating before, and said cautiously, "Well, I heard that you are related to the Grindelwald family..."

He carefully observed Allen's expression, saw that the other party had changed from indifference to indifference, and reluctantly said, "Don't be sad, maybe it's not fate..."

"enough!"

Allen suddenly stopped him sharply, his sea blue eyes filled with shocking hatred, "I hate the so-called fate the most!"

He stared at Draco like that, so fierce that he wanted to kill someone.

After a while, he finally realized his gaffe, adjusted his breathing slowly, and apologized softly.

Draco pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, with a rather difficult expression.

The blond jerk on the opposite side took it as a matter of course and asked about the major events that happened in the school in the past six months.

He had no choice but to answer obediently,

"It's nothing, everyone is doing well, there are just a few episodes——

"That Black often made trouble, and Professor Snape couldn't understand Lupine, and kept deducting Gryffindor points. Later, Professor McGonagall scolded them all, and it stopped recently."

Draco thought about it carefully,

"Slytherins are pretty quiet too, and the topics of conversation are just a few - clothes, jewelry, and the attitude of the parents.

"I recently studied family affairs with Theodore, and the results were pretty good."

"Oh, yes—Harry has been in Gryffindor for half a year, and he's hanging out with that red weasel again."

He curled his lips slightly, with a trace of disgust.

Allen nodded slightly, and said softly, "...Yes, they are all living well."

He quickly came back to his senses and asked, "Where's the Hogwarts Primary School? I haven't even visited it. How is it going?"

Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, with a little indescribable,

"Huh? The nobles are all wearing airs, and only a few minor nobles attached to our family sent their children here.

"At present, there are not many ordinary wizard families who send their children here. Most of them are the children of low-level dark wizards from Knockturn Alley, and there are also some abandoned orphans."

He wrinkled his nose complicatedly, and inadvertently saw Alan's eyes, and immediately became serious.

Draco felt in a trance that Allen had changed.

It's not the kind of change due to interest entanglement, but... It seems that something hidden in that heart has changed.

He didn't even dare to chat casually in front of him.

He changed his address unconsciously, and said softly,

"...Your Highness, I feel that the elementary school seems to have failed."

Allen smiled lightly, with a coldness that he didn't usually have in his smile.

He leaned back on the pillow and said softly, "No, Draco—this is where it all started."