Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In the past few days, Allen has been staying in the Slytherin secret room, listening to Lance's report on the recent movements of the people in charge, and discussing the details of the plan.

Dumbledore was even more worried when he saw that he was late for class.

He even sent Fox over to deliver Allen's meals to make sure the kid didn't make a big mistake.

When Allen was discussing with Lance for the umpteenth time, he was interrupted by the flames of the phoenix.

He was angry, and coldly pulled out the two tail feathers that Fox had managed to grow.

Fox screamed angrily, flapped his wings and blew Alan's hair, and never came again after that.

The old headmaster had to visit in person.

He came with Grindelwald's letter, and the moment he walked into the study in the secret room, the roaring letter came out of his hand.

The bright red letter paper flew into the air and changed into the shape of a mouth.

A long red tongue spewed out from it, and the voice of a former devil suddenly appeared in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the voice was full of yin and yang.

[Boy, I heard that you have been hypocritical these days? ]

Alan:  …

He was still holding the pen in his hand, and was planning to go to Hogsmeade on tomorrow Sunday, and go to the Hogwarts Primary School for a field trip.

He looked hesitantly at the white-bearded grandfather at the door, and got a playful wink.

The howling letter continues—

[Family matters are enough to bother me, I still have to check, don't trouble me at this time!

[Otherwise, I'll throw all Alexia's stuff out! ]

Allen was stunned, and reached out to grab the violent roaring letter in the air, smoothed the letter paper, and saw that it said——

[I asked Al to bring you Alexia's things, don't make a fuss anymore, go to class obediently, otherwise, I'll let you go around without food! ]

Those sea-blue eyes looked slowly at Dumbledore,

He got a nod of approval from the old headmaster.

With pity and helpless worry, Dumbledore handed out the simple little cloth bag in his hand.

The little bag had rough needlework, and the fabric wasn't much better.

It must have been sewn by a girl who used to be clumsy.

The young man unconsciously raised his hand, but he didn't dare to touch it as if he was facing some kind of beast, hesitantly hovering in mid-air.

He looked at the cloth bag longingly and fearfully, and watched the old headmaster hand the small bag into his hand with pity.

"The bag with the space spell, Allen.

Dumbledore said softly,

"Your mother sewed it."

"Although Gellert is in Nurmengard, he still has basic abilities. It's just that there are few things there, and he can only use simple materials."

Allen silently held the small cloth bag.

That hand is pampered and pampered, and it would never have been involved in such a thing in a lifetime.

With a hoarse voice, he asked, "What's inside?"

Dumbledore said softly, "It's your mother's things from when she was in Nurmengard. There are not many of them, but they are all made with care...bone china tableware, some clothes, and a pair of pearl earrings."

Allen was silent, and took out the things in the small bag one by one.

The bone china tableware has become dull, the color of the clothes has gradually faded, and the luster of the pearl earrings has faded.

It's like the past that has passed and cannot be recalled.

He held back his tears, took out several exquisite boxes, packed these things separately, and sealed them in the largest box, intending to go back to his father who missed his mother as much as he did.

Their father and son clearly possess the most stable wealth in the world.

It's such a sad life.

It really echoed that ancient oriental poem——

How Siji is the emperor is not as good as Lu's family.

Dumbledore said softly, "Child, you shouldn't indulge in this. This not only failed your father's teachings, but also failed your mother's love for you."

He tapped his wand, causing the nearby armchair to jump behind him, and sat down noiselessly, flipping up his robes.

The old man rarely showed such kindness to Allen.

In Allen's impression, this is almost exclusive to Harry Potter.

Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, quite like a lion king looking after a cub.

"Son, in fact, I understand your pain—

"Perhaps you don't know, as early as 1899, I lost many precious things at the same time. I lost my mother, my sister, my brother, and Gellert."

He couldn't help but blinked, took out a piece of Lemon Sherbet from his pocket, and slowly broke the candy.

"At that time, I was heartbroken."

There were tears in those blue eyes.

"But what can I do? I've tried everything I can to persuade Aberforth to go back to Hogwarts, but he doesn't trust me anymore—

"He thinks my sister's death is my fault, and of course, it is my fault."

The old man sighed softly, as if he was being weighed down by something, unable to move.

"He insisted on going to the Pig's Head Bar to work, and refused to go to school no matter what.

"This is also revenge for me, revenge for abandoning my younger siblings and wanting to travel around the world and make friends."

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled.

In the eyes of outsiders, he has always been calm and wise, and no one has seen him like this.

Even his voice was hoarse.

"Ellen, we've all been through a lot of pain, but life goes on."

He asked softly, "Are you going to abandon your father who has stood by you alone for so many years because you lost your mother?"

Allen looked at him suddenly, his sea blue pupils were silent.

After a while, the blond boy said in a young voice, "Of course I will continue walking, sir."

"—my mission is not yet complete."

Dumbledore looked at him with great relief, and smiled tearfully.

He said softly, "Good boy, remember to come to class next week."

Just as he stood up and was about to leave, Allen suddenly stopped him.

"gentlemen!"

The white-haired lion king turned around lovingly, and looked over with peace and comfort.

Allen got up, hesitantly invited,

"This Sunday, I'm going to Hogsmeade."

"Want to relax?"

The old man showed a clear expression, and looked at him encouragingly, "This is very good, Alan, we need to adjust our mood."

"No, sir."

Allen shook his head lightly, and explained, "I heard that Mr. Malfoy was granted a special license by the Ministry of Magic to host the Hogwarts Elementary School... I haven't visited it yet.

"After all, he has provided many opportunities for young Muggle-born wizards, but I heard that there have been some problems with the enrollment of the primary school recently.

"I think, as crown prince, I should thank him."

He looked down at the newspaper in hand, and looked at the bold headline on it——

[Dark wizard gathering place?Hogwarts Elementary School? ]

Allen raised his eyes and said, "I think I have the responsibility to justify his name. After all, it is a good thing for little wizards to get better preschool education-can you go with me?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly, thinking about it.

He tilted his head and blinked, and said playfully, "Then, see you in the principal's office on Sunday morning."