Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The moment Allen took out the sealed magic box, Grindelwald almost thought that this kid was going to sell him.

...although no.

He glared at the aggressive boy with a foul face, crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

Needless to say, Grandeval has never seen anyone who can compare with this kid in terms of alchemy talent, not even Albus.

If he felt correctly, the alchemy array seemed to separate the magic power, thereby achieving the effect of controlling the soul.

He wasn't sure if Albus felt it...

The former Demon King glanced at the old principal's expression calmly, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

——Looking at it like this, I feel it.

Sure enough, Dumbledore asked.

"So, Allen... why are you taking out the main soul now?"

The blond boy looked at him calmly, without the slightest worry that his "card" would be exposed.

"Sir, I know your kindness."

Allen raised the corners of his lips slightly, seemingly in a silent sneer, and then said, "But you should also know that someone needs to be responsible for His Majesty's accident!"

Dumbledore said angrily,

"But you won't let Voldemort go! In other words, he will be responsible for this! Then why do you always hold on to Harry?!"

"How do you want me to let go!"

Allen's anger was instantly ignited.

He gave a high-pitched sneer and said contemptuously, "You and I clearly know that Harry Potter is not the savior - his mother Lily Potter is!

"It's what is called 'love'."

After saying this, he paused suddenly and calmed down again.

"...Sir, I insist on touching him, and I am definitely not killing innocent people indiscriminately. I just want to kill the soul piece and eliminate all hidden dangers!"

There was silence.

Grindelwald cleared his throat and said, "Albus, I support this kid."

Naturally, he got a glare.

But he still insisted, "Al, too much kindness will lead to disaster. At this time, you must make a choice!"

Dumbledore sighed deeply, looked at Allen complicatedly, and said, "But, Allen... you and I also know clearly that Harry is innocent."

Allen looked at him for a long time and closed his eyes deeply.

Maybe it's disappointment...

Disappointed that even in the name of his "aunt", the principal never stood firmly on his side.

After a while, he raised his eyes and said suddenly, "In that case, let's each take a step back——

"I don't ask for Harry to be killed, but you also have to hand him over -

"Let me seal Harry with the alchemy array and put him into a deep sleep, along with the soul piece hidden on his forehead, of course."

Dumbledore was silent.

Allen said calmly, "Isn't he the savior? Sir, Jesus, the Son of God, is also the savior, and he was nailed to the cross.

"Or, aunt, I also have a question."

Those sea-blue eyes looked at Dumbledore coldly, and asked with subtle ridicule, "If there were no me and Voldemort was still causing trouble everywhere, how would you choose the fate of the savior?"

Dumbledore was silent.

After a while, he said, "But the fact is not if."

Allen almost found it ridiculous.

It is clear that the other party knows the answer, and if it is clear that the other party has made the decision, he will choose the same fate for Harry...

All he can say is,

"Being a savior is never an honor, sir. Being a savior is a curse... Harry's fate has been doomed since he took on the name.

"If you really wanted him to be peaceful and happy from beginning to end, you shouldn't have brought him to Hogwarts. You should have let him live in the Dursleys for the rest of his life and grow up to be an ordinary Muggle. Then , it is my destiny to protect him."

"But you didn't."

Dumbledore remained silent.

Alan continued, as if angered by his excessive partiality.

"Not only that, you also customized the Philosopher's Stone test for him. Do you dare to say that you are not cultivating his courage and letting him die when it is inevitable?"

"During the war, so many children lost their parents. Is Harry Potter the only one who deserves sympathy?"

He sneered and forced, "If you don't do this, those surviving children will encounter mishaps sooner or later because of your decision-making!"

Dumbledore was shocked.

After a long while, he shook his beard, sighed deeply, and said yes.

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse, and his normally straight waist was bent a little.

…Maybe he’s a despicable person too.

Because Allen was so good, so good that he bound Voldemort and eliminated Voldemort's danger, so he wanted to compensate the child who lost his parents since childhood.

therefore……

He let Alan take care of everything.

And Gellert agreed with this, so he didn't say a word to Allen's persecution.

The old principal covered his eyes unbearably and waited for a while before continuing to ask, "Alan, do you have anything else to do?"

Allen reluctantly put away his aggressive momentum and turned to Grindelwald.

"Yes, but it is faster to find my uncle - I would like to ask what the reaction from the German Ministry of Magic is regarding this Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore nodded gently and listened to his lover next to him.

"What's the reaction?"

Grindelwald curled his lips and said, "This is your British matter, and they have no intention of interfering. I used to have a saint who still remembers me and suppressed it for me."

Which of the three people here is not a human being?

Who doesn't know his style?

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore and Allen both looked at him silently and slowly looked away.

Grindelwald said calmly, "Well, that saint is still a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic. He has a guilty conscience for not taking good care of the Grindelwald family."

He said irritably, "I don't need to say more about this kind of thing!"

He got into a childish tantrum at an inappropriate time.

It seems that the golden bird has once again been pampered by the rose of England.

Sure enough, although Dumbledore was worried, he still smoothed his hair skillfully and said, "Thank you, Gellert."

The former Demon King raised an eyebrow.

The former Demon King curled up his beard.

Allen looked away, said goodbye neatly, and left.

He returned to the Slytherin Chamber, added a table and chairs next to His Majesty, and opened the unknown book he had obtained under the bookshelf in the forbidden book area.

The ominous book was covered in black and red, filled with blood, and the scarlet magic text on the title page was engraved with a crazy lie.

——Let me take you to reverse time and space.

The strong smell of blood came faintly from above, which was particularly obvious in the cold air.

Allen paused and suddenly realized what he had overlooked.

Yes, the smell of blood.

He raised his arm, rolled up his cuffs, picked up the silver knife on the desk, glanced at His Majesty subconsciously, turned his back, and lowered the tip of the knife.

The bright red blood flowed out, dripping thickly on the black cover, and outlined the scarlet magic circle along the obscure grooves.

At the moment when the blood connected all the lines, the red light flourished and swallowed up the flowing blood in an instant.