Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore saw nothing amiss.

Until the Daily Prophet reported another robbery.

Just like when Voldemort tried to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, the goblins also insisted that nothing was lost, but the fire dragon guarding the vault was beaten.

Dumbledore:  …

You don't need to use your brain to know who made this handwriting!

Holding the newspaper, he calmly walked towards the medical wing, and as soon as he entered, he saw a certain former devil and his restless nephew together, wondering what to study.

The old headmaster slightly raised his eyebrows, put on the illusion spell and walked towards the two of them.

Before he took two steps, Allen looked up keenly, and put away his things neatly in his hands.

"gentlemen?"

Dumbledore had no choice but to remove the Disillusionment Curse, and deliberately walked to them with a straight face.

He preemptively unfolded the newspaper and placed it between the two of them. His blue eyes sharply swept across the calm-faced Allen and the guilt-ridden Grindelwald.

"Oh Gail..."

He said lightly, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Allen blinked lightly, and remained silent unjustly.

Grindelwald tried his best to maintain his composure, glared at the nasty nephew, and coughed lightly, "Listen to Alan, you are too busy to deal with the Horcrux.

"—No, I brought it back for you."

He lifted the Hufflepuff cup in his hand and raised his eyebrows proudly.

Dumbledore looked at him in silence, half-bowed his head uncertainly, and looked at the expression through the half-moon glasses.

This……

It seemed like the little wizards in the first grade were begging for praise.

The old principal raised his hand to take the gold cup with difficulty, and saw the traces of the fire on it.

He paused, and then looked at a big golden bird that had faded in color.

Grindelwald nodded seriously, "The soul piece inside is too noisy, so I burned it."

Dumbledore:  …

In front of Grindelwald, who is famous all over the world for his "fire shield protection", Jinbei's instigation and provocation can indeed be called suicide.

He had a headache and said, "Then why did you hit that dragon?"

Grindelwald shrugged and said with a frown, "The goblins are annoying as hell, because there's a dragon out there bragging about it—and the dragon is breathing fire on me!"

He seemed a little aggrieved and looked at it resentfully.

"Al, you don't even care that I was bullied by that fire dragon, you only care that I beat that dragon!"

Even Allen felt that this was a bit ridiculous.

He couldn't help but look sideways, closed his mouth carefully, and quickly put the box that sealed Voldemort's remnant soul into the space curse watch.

Dumbledore didn't want to talk to him at all.

"It's not an example."

He warned.

"As for Allen..."

The old headmaster looked helplessly at the blond boy next to him, "Don't push him to make trouble again! Otherwise, I'll tell your father!"

Alan:  …

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a trace of rebellious evil.

Yes, he played tricks.

When Grindelwald went to Gringotts to make troubles, Allen himself was not idle.

He raised his hand to lay out the alchemy formation to ensure that he would be able to detect it as soon as someone approached, and then pulled Lance's magic line.

... Recently, the old headmaster and his uncle have been watching too closely, and he doesn't even care about accepting the progress of the knights outside the school.

He is willing to be depressed and silent in his own world, but it does not mean that he is willing to live a good life under the supervision of others.

...that would just tire him out.

After he lost his mother and returned to Hogwarts, he was angry that he could not perform better as Crown Prince.

On the grounds of applying for a leave of absence from school, he hoped to leave Hogwarts and deal with off-campus affairs with the Knight Commander in the lakeside cottage.

Allen wanted to leave Hogwarts.

...At least around Lance, he doesn't have to pretend to be gentle.

However, under the care of the old headmaster, he failed to leave, and instead was even more difficult to move under his uncle's supervision.

Therefore, he deliberately teased his uncle with Dumbledore's unfinished duties, distracted him from a distance, and then suppressed his nameless anger, trying to destroy something to vent his anger.

...like Voldemort's soul movie.

And Lance really deserved to be the knight commander he valued, and he sent a report quickly and clearly.

That unique, jade-like voice rang in Alan's ears, so soft that only Alan could hear it clearly.

He reported briefly and quickly,

"Blair has reached a contract with Diagon Alley and the potion purchase place in Hogsmeade Village. At a rate of ten Galleons per month, we will promote the sales of our medicines. If the sales volume is reached, there will be a share."

"At the same time, we started from the Knott family's business and changed one of the convenience stores into a combination of a potion store and a pharmacy."

Lance paused and asked,

"Your Highness, if Theodore Knott asks...?"

Allen said indifferently, "Don't worry about it, just say that there is a problem with the passenger flow and it is rented out."

Lance nodded and continued,

"As for Malfoy, we gave up the exclusive agency rights for a few drugs, including rare drugs like penicillin..."

"very good."

Allen said calmly, "Our reliance has made him even more arrogant.

"It won't be long before other pure-blood families will be dissatisfied because their interests have been encroached upon by Malfoy. At this time, if we extend an olive branch to other families..."

Lance answered with a smile, "They will attack Malfoy."

Those light purple eyes flickered slightly.

"Your Highness, after Malfoy's downfall, there will inevitably be a lot of markets and jobs, which is really good for us. But..."

He hesitated and asked tentatively,

"But that little Mr. Malfoy gets on well with you."

Allen couldn't help but pause.

He recalled the uninterrupted palliative potion a few days ago, twisted his fingers without moving, and said softly, "Lance, I will arrange a retreat for him."

Lance couldn't help but pause.

He frowned slightly, feeling that His Highness was too optimistic.

He heard the extremely calm words over there.

"Lance, I understand...but we have no choice."