Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen buried himself in a mountain of documents.

Under such busy schedule, time passed quickly, and soon it was the time he and Dumbledore agreed on.

On that day, Allen got up as usual, finished breakfast in the dormitory, and drank three potions under Draco's supervision.

——Master Malfoy even sacrificed his own sleep time in order to supervise him to take medicine.

However, the benefits brought by this are also extremely obvious.

——Alan can show three or five smiles a day.

Draco looked at the crown prince who was carefully choosing his clothes, wondering if the jerk's enthusiasm for work was good or bad.

let's say bad...

Allen is no longer depressed and can face other things.

Say it well...

This guy's aura is getting more and more intimidating, and it's getting more and more different from the gentleness before.

He watched Allen finally put on a traditional dark gray suit, bid him farewell and headed out the door.

Master Malfoy muttered and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply sat at the desk and looked at the family assets.

the other side--

Allen soon joined Dumbledore.

The two walked in the castle, listening to the chirping of the early birds and the cool breeze blowing by, it made people feel refreshed.

Dumbledore smiled happily with a piece of candy in his mouth, and said happily, "Oh, Alan, I have good news here, you must like it!"

Allen was taken aback.

...Could it be that the Grindelwald family has made progress?

He paused and looked at the smiling old fox.

The old fox old god was stroking his beard on the ground, and announced happily, "I plan to let your uncle teach next school year, how about it?"

Alan:  …

He breathed a sigh of relief silently, and asked inexplicably, "Didn't you say before that he would never be allowed to leave Nurmengard?

"What's more, the former demon king appeared to teach at Hogwarts, are you assured that this reputation will spread?"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hands.

"It's all right, all right—you said it, he's the ultimate in Transfiguration! Nobody's going to recognize it."

Allen asked again, "But you said that he doesn't have a diploma, so he can't be a professor."

Dumbledore twitched his lips and looked at him helplessly.

"...Son, the rules can be changed."

The child finally stopped asking, which finally let him breathe a sigh of relief.

He also knew it was wrong.

However, apart from Edward, the only one who can control Allen is Gellert, who has taught Alexia.

Thinking of that stubborn old man, Dumbledore sighed silently again.

To be honest, Gellert didn't have a deep relationship with the family, otherwise he wouldn't have broken up with the family, dropped out of Durmstrang, was sent to Godric's Hollow, and stayed with Grandma Bathilda .

After they separated, this guy didn't think about returning to the Grindelwald family, and went directly to Europe to make trouble.

Gellert was upside down in Europe until he lost the duel and was sent to Nurmengard, and never returned to the Grindelwald family.

Dumbledore would not believe that he had a deep affection for the family.

But that's where he came from after all.

Compared with the sadness of the family accident, Dumbledore felt that his irascibility was mixed with anger, anger at the weakness within the family.

...and angry at the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic.

That's a grim man.

Dumbledore realized this fact for the umpteenth time, and even now that Grindelwald claims to repent, he dare not trust it easily.

Such a cruel person keeps emphasizing love.

...too ridiculous, isn't it?

Just thinking about it, Allen tugged on his robe, and Dumbledore realized that they had already passed the Black Lake.

He came back to his senses and asked, "Alan, what's wrong?"

Allen pointed to the three broomsticks, approached him cautiously, and said softly, "Sir, we will finish the elementary school in a while, can we have a cup of butter beer?"

Dumbledore was a little weird.

"Of course, Alan, the students love butterbeer, and of course Ms. Rosmota."

Speaking of the latter, he blinked slightly.

The mischievous old man suddenly realized something, and thought to himself, "By the way, I heard Fudge say that His Majesty won't let you drink alcohol?"

Allen turned his head away expressionlessly, and muttered, "Because I can't hold alcohol well."

Dumbledore didn't know what expression to make for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly after a while.

"Oh……"

Allen looked at him, with a trace of trust, and said, "But you are my aunt, and under the care of the elders, I can drink a little."

Dumbledore:  …

He forced a smile, pointed to the faintly visible luxury castle, and changed the subject, "Oh, Alan, maybe we should go and see Mr. Malfoy's 'Primary Department' first?"

Allen is naturally irrelevant.

But when they passed by, they saw Lucius who was being interviewed at the school gate.

Patriarch Malfoy stood there gleaming with gold, almost being sucked into his mouth by the microphones of various newspapers, his face was rather ugly.

A reporter with a peculiar crazy temperament squeezed in the front. He wore a pair of black square glasses and held a crumpled notebook, asking and taking notes.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, most of your primary school admissions are children of dark wizards from Knockturn Alley, and you are a well-known ex-Death Eater—

"So we at least need to understand, are you still with these dark wizards?"

Lucius managed to maintain a smirk on his face, and said, "First of all, I want to declare that I was only controlled by a mysterious person, and this has already been verified by the Ministry of Magic."

"You mean that the mysterious man has added a lot of harassment horses to your brain?"

The reporter asked in an erratic voice.

Lucius: ...

He said patiently, "As we all know, this school has absorbed a lot of young Muggle-born wizards, and I have provided them with a lot of jobs..."

The reporter frowned and asked suspiciously,

"But what I'm asking is—are you still with the Dark Wizards? Or, are you plotting something evil?"

Lucius froze his face and tried his best to say calmly, "Of course not. But I want to say—"

He looked at the reporter who was concentrating on memorizing the answer, and he was almost out of breath.

At this time, the arrival of Allen and Dumbledore seemed like a savior.

Lucius looked over in surprise and decided to make trouble.

"Look, that's the Muggle Crown Prince, and I don't think you'll question what he says. And of course Dumbledore, at least he's known to care about students.

"—why don't we ask them?"

The head of the Malfoy family thoughtfully invited Allen to the reporter's microphone with a hypocritical expression on his face.

The sharp reporter just now adjusted his glasses subconsciously,

"Oh, hello, kid... I heard Luna mention you."

He suddenly froze for a moment, eyes filled with regret and said,

"How can you have so many disturbing flies in your head--

"Oh, what a pity!"