Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen got butter beer as he wished.

The mellow aroma of butter just overwhelms the slight bitterness of the beer, bringing a unique taste and endless aftertaste.

He leaned lightly on the back of the chair, and countless cleanups surged up before he sat down.

Dumbledore naturally felt it.

He watched the child quietly sip his drink, but he had mixed feelings in his heart.

——Alan's cleanliness got worse.

If the former crown prince could tolerate a little uncleanness, now Allen cleans up every time he comes into contact with the outside world.

When the bartender took the beer glass and was about to pour beer into it,

Dumbledore keenly felt a slight wave of magic power, washing away the beer mug.

Including when Ms. Rosmerta ushered them to a seat, there were also many tables and chairs that had been cleaned and spread over.

He knew it wasn't right.

But he really didn't know how to speak.

Allen is no ordinary kid.

He has been in a very complicated environment since he was a child, and his mind matured prematurely.

Although geniuses always have some ideas that are not in the world, under Edward's teaching, Allen gets along very well with the world's standards.

He knows what is right and what is wrong.

He also knows the standards defined by the world, and can even practice all the rules perfectly.

And when he no longer follows the rules, there is only one possibility—he committed a crime knowingly.

Allen knew that the old principal was worried again.

But honestly, he was very happy.

He likes the feeling that these people are no longer holding a magnifying glass to find out whether he is completely complying with the rules, but are worried all day long whether they will go too far.

Psychology is right.

People seem to like and care more about rebellious bad kids than well-behaved kids.

He almost laughed out loud, so he pretended to look at the wine list to divert his attention.

After that day, Dumbledore was clearly more worried.

He felt that he couldn't control Alan, so he simply sent a letter to Gellert, asking him to come to London as soon as possible to deal with this troubled little nephew.

And Allen...

He submitted a leave of absence form.

Facing the questioning from the old headmaster with a toothache all over his face, he was as calm as withered.

...Should I say that he really deserves to be a student of Nicole Flamel?

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "I want to go out and relax, sir. I want to leave the duties of the crown prince temporarily and travel around the world alone."

"you know--

"Nobody can hurt me."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Does His Majesty Edward know?"

Allen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

After a while, he said softly, "Can you not tell Your Majesty?"

Dumbledore shook his head gently, "I'm afraid not, Alan. No matter how mature you are, you are only a 13-year-old child."

What's more...

You are not reassuring now.

Allen's shoulders relaxed a little, he leaned back in his chair, and asked calmly, "You mean, you rejected my application for suspension?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

Allen sneered, "But I think you also understand that - being in a place where little Muggle-born wizards gather will only increase my loss."

He said coldly, "I'm not in the mood to be gentle right now."

Dumbledore was almost bald.

Those blue eyes were extremely sad, and he didn't know how to explain this proposition.

He said softly, "But, child...you don't need to be gentle all the time, you can laugh when you want to laugh, and you don't have to laugh when you don't want to."

"That's a Gryffindor prerogative."

Allen cut off his voice calmly, his drooping eyes were as deep as the sea.

"Sir, a person's code of conduct is constrained by his identity, and also by his location. And I, since I was born, have no freedom to laugh and scold."

"I'm used to it all."

He sat there so quietly, quietly as if he had accepted the established fate, and he generally accepted it without making the slightest resistance.

He said softly, "But I need to rest now."

Allen said softly, "I just want to rest for a few days until I can laugh. Such a crown prince cannot appear in front of his subjects..."

Dumbledore suddenly felt a little sour.

Under that pitiful request, he could only let the child sit in the principal's office to wait for a while, and then disappeared into the firelight with Fox.

He ran two palaces and found Edward in Windsor Castle.

Unexpectedly, the flames of the phoenix could not penetrate the barrier outside the castle.

Even his Apparation no longer works.

The old headmaster had some doubts in his heart, but he could only temporarily write a greeting card, covered with a confusion spell, and asked the soldiers at the door to help pass it in.

Butler Fran received him.

The old butler took his old father's troubles and reluctantly led him to the castle, explaining the reason along the way.

"Your Majesty has also been ill recently, and his spirit is not very good."

He didn't see Dumbledore's surprise, and he twirled his fingers in annoyance.

"Originally, I was fine, but after learning the news of the Queen's death, I was always worried, but I didn't expect Your Majesty to be as usual.

"But after Christmas, when the little Highness went to Durmstrang, His Majesty stopped smiling. Until one day, His Majesty was walking well, and suddenly fainted."

The old butler sighed anxiously.

"There are already a lot of documents that need to be signed by the cabinet, and I stopped them first.

"Oh, by the way—what's your business?"

He took the vigilance of a silk guard, "Is there something wrong with your highness?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips tightly, and sighed deeply helplessly, "I'm afraid it is... I wanted to ask His Majesty to go over and relieve Alan a little..."

The two stared at each other, and sighed sadly at the same time.