Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The four deans were worried about Grindelwald's arrival.

Specifically in……

Professor Flitwick often whispers to Professor Sprout together;

Professor McGonagall pulled Dumbledore with a sad face;

Even Snape, who had a dark face, rarely sprayed venom, let alone flirted with Dumbledore in public.

They are very concerned about the safety of the students.

Worried about this terrible former demon king, in order to avenge his hatred for being defeated by Dumbledore, he attacked the students of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore repeatedly assured that Grindelwald was only here to take care of Allen and would not cause other troubles.

Professor McGonagall didn't believe it.

Snape raised his eyebrows sarcastically, expressing his disdain with action.

Even if that person is related to Allen, he doesn't look like someone who can take care of children.

As for Grindelwald himself...

Apart from contemptuous of the head of Gryffindor who often dealt with Albus, he just sat in the medical wing and stared at his little nephew who was not worried.

He has never seen such a soft and stubborn little boy!

The former devil even felt that his reputation had been discredited.

Allen performed well. He paused briefly after seeing Grindelwald, and then bent his eyes mischievously.

"Uncle, don't put on a straight face, haven't you come to Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald really can't bear the look of that superficial smile, which is even more fake than the lowest level of body transfiguration!

He picked up the little boy with a straight face, and carried him directly from the principal's office to the medical wing.

Allen sat there, quietly allowing them to cast various inspection magics on themselves, but none of them came to abnormal conclusions.

...Of course not abnormal.

The real problem was never in his body, but in his spirit.

And the wizarding world never pays attention to these.

Grindelwald was helpless.

He sighed and sighed with Albus countless times, and then, as a matter of course, he went to the old headmaster's bedroom.

Dumbledore:  …

He was wearing a bright red robe with stars and moons falling on it, and a nightcap of the same style. He stood at the door of the bedroom and looked expressionlessly at the former demon king who couldn't hide his pride.

A certain demon king noticed his gaze, and immediately lowered his eyebrows to restrain himself.

Dumbledore was helpless, and frowned worriedly, "Aren't you worried about Alan, are you still in the mood to make trouble here?"

Grindelwald jerked over and sat up.

"That little bastard is my nephew, how could I not care!"

Dumbledore gave him a suspicious look, and tapped his wand to conjure a bed.

The old principal said blankly, "Your place."

Grindelwald still wanted to hesitate, but after all, he was defeated by that look, and crawled slowly to his little bed.

He muttered, "There's something wrong with that stupid kid, why don't you go to his Muggle father?"

Dumbledore waved his wand, floated a quilt for him, and poured himself a glass of water.

"Do you think I haven't been there? But that His Majesty is also sick."

He paused, "You should understand that Allen's only support now is Edward. If he knows that his father has an accident because he didn't find the queen..."

"At that time, I'm afraid no one will be able to catch him."

Grindelwald frowned tightly, and complained, "Why is this brat so difficult to serve!"

Dumbledore crawled under the covers, extinguished the candles with a flick of his wand, and lowered the red-and-gold hangings beside the four-poster bed, complaining feebly,

"You say that as if you are so easy to serve."

Grindelwald fell silent.

Dumbledore managed to win back, and put his wand on the pillow on the far side from one of the former demon kings.

He looked at the dark bed curtain in the dim light of night, and slowly closed his eyes.

A certain former demon king settled down for a while, and then began to act as a demon.

He pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, only to hear continuous, regular and shallow breathing, so he acted wisely and lightened his movements, planning to get out of bed without making a sound, and took this opportunity to sneak onto the opposite bed.

Grindelwald thinks this plan is very good.

All beginnings are hard.

With the first time, are you afraid that there will be no follow-up?

He was secretly happy in his heart, and lightly lifted the quilt and sat up.

The little bed was very shameless, and it let out a long "creak--" sound overwhelmed.

Grindelwald:  …

The former devil almost broke out in a cold sweat, feeling his heart was about to jump out nervously!

...It's ridiculous.

He thought a little unconvinced.

He had never been so nervous when he pretended to be a member of the Ministry of Magic, incited people to escape from prison, and committed crimes against the wind in the Paris cemetery!

Fortunately, Albus was not alarmed!

Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully got up slowly, and the bed began to make a "creaking—" sound again.

The former demon king is going crazy.

He stood up neatly with a stinky face, and then angrily found that he could only move lightly, and tiptoedly lifted the bed curtain unconvinced.

The poor devil worked tirelessly, and finally got himself into Albus's quilt.

He sighed contentedly, put his arms around the thin old headmaster, and closed his eyes triumphantly.

then……

He was thrown out of bed by the old headmaster the next day.

The former devil hadn't woken up yet, and was thrown out sleepily. A nameless evil fire had nowhere to vent, and he occupied the principal's office with a dark and sullen face.

Allen, who was quiet and noisy these days, was successfully vented.

The blond crown prince said calmly, "Uncle, if you are free, please go to Gringotts to destroy something."

Grindelwald with his arms behind his back, gritted his teeth and said,

"If you want me to go back to Nurmengard, just say so!"

Alan pulled the corner of his mouth and urged, "But this is my aunt's work. If he doesn't deal with it for a long time, what can I do?"

The former Demon King raised his eyebrows curiously.

He knew that this bastard was inciting him, but he had to admit that he was indeed a little curious.

...It turns out that the members of the Ministry of Magic who were instigated by him before felt this way.

Grindelwald thought about it.

He sat in the armchair, hooked and said, "Tell me in detail?"