Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

There was inevitably a murmur in the auditorium.

"What is your Highness going to do?"

"Why doesn't he take the golden egg? If he takes it, he wins!"

Some young wizards, such as Hermione, inevitably became impatient.

She clasped her hands, stared at the field, and muttered words.

"Your Highness! Get the golden egg!"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked worriedly at the blond boy standing out of nowhere in the field, his worried blue eyes glanced at the chains that restrained the dragon.

... This child has too much power.

If it was Alan in the first and second grades, he would be at ease, but...

Now Allen has gone through a huge blow from the fall of Grindelwald, and Dumbledore has to admit that the accident changed the child.

Allen was always gentle and calm in the past, but now the young man has an imperceptible indifference in his bones, and a bit of boredom with life.

This almost never happens to Allen.

These are the exact words of His Majesty Edward——

"Principal Dumbledore, even when Allen was suffering from illnesses in his childhood, this kid never lost hope of moving forward, but now... I think there will be this tendency."

The king sitting on the throne is worried.

He sighed, "Sir, it is for this reason that I have invited you here this time—the current Allen cannot stand doubt, and that will push him into the abyss."

"You must assure me—"

"No matter how much doubt you have, you can tell me, and I will guide Alan. Please believe me, if there is someone in this world who is the last support for that child, that person is me."

Dumbledore returned to his senses, lowering his eyes with a sigh.

...he had promised Edward.

He promised the simplest expectations of a father, so he would never show the slightest bit of vigilance and suspicion in front of Allen.

The old headmaster tugged at his beard, and secretly glanced at the former demon king beside him.

Grindelwald frowned slightly and looked at the center of the arena, he almost doubted his own thoughts.

——Did Allen really not inherit the madness of the Grindelwald family?

The giant dragon in the field could no longer hold on.

Numerous bright blue alchemy formations condensed with magic power rotated, surrounded the dragon from all directions, and then shattered into countless magic chains, entwining the trapped dragon.

The blond boy in mid-air lowered his eyes, his face was neither sad nor happy, just like the Seraph Archangel who descended from the sky, descending to heaven to destroy the rebellious dragon.

Allen knew the metaphor of the little Muggleborn wizards.

Blazing Archangel?

Michael?

He gently gathered his fingers, and gently landed on the side of the bound dragon.

No, he's not Michael.

He is Lucifer.

The Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven, who was once favored by the gods, was abandoned by the gods in the endless favor, fell into the chaos for nine mornings and evenings, and became the Lord of Hell, Lucifer.

Lucifer...

He should have been the brightest dawn star.

The venue was silent.

The little wizards were too frightened to make a sound.

How could someone... How could someone be so powerful?

They still remember Krum and Fleur scrambling among the rocks, looking for an opportunity to steal the golden egg from the dragon's claws, and Alan...

The little wizards suddenly understood what absolute power meant.

It was difficult for them to make a sound, and there were thousands of thoughts in their hearts. Some were excited by Mu Qiang, some were frightened by fear, and some were worried because of interests...

Even the young Muggle-born wizards inevitably have different expressions.

Allen swiped lightly, and saw the savior with a complicated complexion.

...and even Hermione.

his secretary.

But it didn't matter, since he discovered Hermione's firm friendship with Harry, he never counted this clever little witch among his capable subordinates.

And Harry...

His mood is very complicated.

On the one hand, he was happy for Alan's strength; but on the other hand, he couldn't help but think of that deep cave.

Before the start of the third grade, a group of them went to pick Regulus home.

In that dark cavern under the sea,

On the side of the stone basin of potions that brought great pain,

The blond crown prince was as indifferent as he was at this moment, ignoring Sirius' painful struggle and begging for mercy, pouring cups of potion into his godfather's mouth.

Harry didn't know what he was thinking.

...he was also of Slytherin blood.

But he was nothing like a Slytherin.

For the first time in his life, he questioned Allen's words.

...is he really the heir of Slytherin?

Voldemort is, Your Highness is, they all have the same natural talents, and he, Harry Potter, seems to have nothing to do with those thoughts, actions, habits, tendencies...

Harry also began to doubt Alan's position.

Reason told him that this shouldn't be the case, but emotionally he couldn't help but raise more doubts.

...the goal of the first project was simply to capture the golden egg.

Since capturing the golden egg can win the victory, why does His Highness want to bind that insignificant dragon when the golden egg is at your fingertips?

Is this too cruel?

But no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of the slightest mistake in Alan.

His Highness's every frown, smile, and every move is in line with his status and reason, making people feel ashamed with dignity.

But in this normality, it is full of vague weirdness.

This weirdness, especially after returning from Durmstrang in the third grade.

Harry was extremely entangled, but he didn't dare to express his thoughts in public, so he had to hold back for a while, and exchanged a glance with Hermione.

There was also a faint fright in those eyes.

In the silence of the crowd, the giant dragon weakly supported the chains, and lowered its high head to express its submission.

Allen slowly landed from the air, and raised his pampered right hand.

He raised his hand, and the chain turned into a soft "mist", which was gently dispersed in the wind.

And that Hungarian tree peak lowered its head fearfully and cautiously, letting that hand rest on top of his head.

Grindelwald frowned fiercely.

... He took back his previous thoughts.

This little bastard probably also inherited the curse of the Grindelwald family.

That's downright crazy.

Although Allen never came into contact with the Grindelwald family when he was growing up, he has inherited that curse miraculously.

The curse was like a maggot attached to the bone, destroying the royal family's deep affection passed down from generation to generation.