Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

A certain headmaster who is "pretty good-looking" successfully arouses the jealousy of his lover.

That night, Grindelwald blocked the bedroom door and refused to let him go back to bed with a bad face.

Dumbledore sighed slightly.

"Gellert, I'm tired."

Grindelwald almost retracted his legs subconsciously, but when he reacted, he immediately stood firm.

He said sourly, "You and that ignorant Karkaroff really had a good chat, huh? Haven't we finished discussing the league affairs?

"Could it be that you have fallen to such a level now——

"Can't even handle such a simple thing?"

Dumbledore was successfully angered by Yin Yang.

His chest twitched deeply, and his blue eyes were as sharp as arrows.

He said calmly, "Maybe you should explain that you told Allen that you wanted to go to the Triwizard Tournament?"

The old man with the white beard spoke softly, but with full threat, he whispered the name of the Demon King.

"Gail?"

Grindelwald couldn't help feeling guilty.

He used to call Dumbledore a close nickname, he called him "Al", and liked the happiness that he was the only one in the world who enjoyed this name.

But not Dumbledore.

The stubborn old man likes to call his name properly——

He had to be thankful that Albus wasn't Russian, and didn't honor using his full name (that fact made him feel like he was doing something wrong.)

—Albus didn't like calling him Gale.

Or rather, Albus only called him that when angry and threatening.

He sighed softly, and said aggrievedly, "But I have never participated in the Triwizard Tournament..."

Dumbledore paused, and couldn't help but hate the tacit understanding between them.

...This bastard, he doesn't want the Karkaroffs he looks down upon to have the glory that he doesn't have.

He said helplessly, "But I let Alan participate."

He blinked and said,

"You know, I set up another circle outside the 17-year-old age line. Little wizards under the age of [-], as long as they pass the strength test in that circle, they can put their names into the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore brought a casual comfort, lowered his eyes and fluttered his eyelashes.

He drew a heart shape with his index finger like an old urchin, and said briskly,

"—the rules tailored for Allen!"

"That kid also has Grindelwald's blood."

Grindelwald pursed his lips, snorted angrily, turned his head and walked to the bedroom.

He muttered in a low voice,

"...I'm trapped to death."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows inexplicably, and rolled his eyes silently.

He sighed.

After a busy day, he can finally rest.

And on the other side-

After Alan bid farewell to Fleur, he went to the secret room to deal with affairs.

Before he came to Hogwarts, no matter what he did, there would be a group of people around him to take care of him.However, he has been in the magic world for three years, but he is used to being alone.

This is true these days.

Draco has long been used to it, and will go to bed early and won't wait for him.

Today, however, is an exception.

When Allen returned to the dormitory, Draco jumped up excitedly.

He restrained himself very reluctantly, trying to "knock around".

"Your Highness, do you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Those gray-blue eyes were extremely shining, with a greed for glory.

Allen glanced at him and sat down casually.

"Maybe."

"What is maybe?"

Draco said loudly, "That's the Triwizard Tournament! You will be recorded in history! As long as you go, you will be the champion!"

Allen chuckled, and said indifferently, "But I have been recorded in history——

"Draco, I am the Crown Prince."

He said leisurely, with confidence from the bottom of his heart.

"—no historian would leave out the future sovereign."

Draco choked, speechless.

He curled his lips and said, "But I want to sign up! Malfoy will have a Patriarch who won the Tri-Strong Cup!"

Allen laughed, shook his head and said,

"It is also possible to lose the Patriarch."

He looked at the frowning Master Malfoy, and calmly said, "Don't tell me, you don't know the risks of the Triwizard Tournament—

"It was stopped because of the high number of deaths."

Draco: ...

He realized this problem slowly, and opened his eyes suddenly.

He slowly put his hands into his pockets, swallowed, and said slowly, "Oh, maybe the life of Patriarch Malfoy is more important in the future!"

Draco grimaced and nodded in agreement.

"That's right, I shouldn't be so selfish and let Malfoy's only descendant take this risk."

look...

What a young master who can protect himself.

Alan is half mocking, half envious, and also has a hint of inexplicable secret.

He prides himself on being smart.

...But they don't know how to protect themselves wisely.

He watched as Draco raised the corners of his lips 15 degrees, raised his shirt collar arrogantly, and turned into a proud young master Malfoy again, curling up the too coquettish tail feathers of the white peacock.

Those gray-blue eyes glanced over inadvertently, revealing a bit of pity.

Draco was still trying to persuade.

"However, Your Highness... You can obviously add another glory to yourself! You will be the best in the history of magic! So brilliant that no one can ignore that glory!"

Allen leaned back in the chair wearily, and smiled slightly when he heard this.

... the most magical history?

Sounds like a great title!

He half propped his chin, sitting there majesticly and steadily, with a light and casual smile, his sea blue eyes looked at the ground smoothly, seeming to be inclusive, but also seemed to be condescendingly contemptuous of everything.

he admitted,

"It makes sense!"