Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This was the first time Alan had set foot on Dumbledore's private property.

He stood outside this house, looking at the home of the most famous white wizard in the world.

This is an ordinary, even a little small two-story bungalow in Allen's opinion. The red tiles on the roof and the white walls complement each other and look very warm.

The front door of the house is also painted white.

The windows here are bright and clean, and it almost has the warmth of an ordinary Muggle home.

Although Dumbledore was a busy bachelor and lived in Hogwarts for most of the year, it was still well maintained thanks to magic.

The old principal in a scarlet velvet robe stood in front of the door. The 1.8-meter tall man made the door much shorter. He waved to Allen, opened the door and walked in.

Allen hesitated for a moment and stepped forward.

This place doesn't look big. On the right side of the entrance is the entrance hall, which can accommodate a family's shoes. The left side leads to the kitchen, which also displays miscellaneous kitchen supplies.

To the north of the kitchen is a somewhat small dining room.

In Allen's opinion, it was not even as big as the space for him and the king to dine. It was hard to imagine that this place could accommodate a family.

To the east of the restaurant is the living room.

Behind a large coffee table, there is a double sofa covered with traditional green velvet cloth, on which sits a somewhat out-of-place person.

Allen was a little surprised, "Uncle? Why are you here?"

Grindelwald was holding a newspaper. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Why, can't I be here?"

His tone was quite unkind, as if someone had said so.

Allen was a little helpless and explained, "Of course not, I thought you were still in Germany."

He looked up and looked at the somewhat compact layout, then looked back at Dumbledore who was looking at them with a smile.

The old principal dragged his long robe, clicked his wand, and the robe danced briskly off him, and found a place to hang it up.

He said easily,

"Alan, maybe you should come to your uncle and aunt's house more often - there's nothing else here, but it won't make you hungry."

Allen's expression turned cold.

"Sir, I thought you had some school matters that you needed to discuss with the school director."

Dumbledore seemed stunned and lowered his eyes in disappointment.

Seeing that the long white beard was no longer as impressive as before, Grindelwald glared at Allen angrily, threw the newspaper aside, stood up, picked up the back of Allen's neck, and pushed the child down on the sofa.

He said with a stinky face, "Just come if you are told, and stop whining."

The back of the neck was caught unexpectedly, almost causing Allen to use Zeus uncontrollably.

The blond boy was like a cat that had just arrived in a strange place, full of vigilance, as if he would run away if he got the chance, leaving behind the humans who wanted to comfort him.

Grindelwald couldn't bear it and frowned in annoyance.

...He has already said that this boy is extremely squeamish and difficult to raise!

He glanced at Dumbledore and gestured:

——You insist on bringing it back, and you will take care of it?

Those blue eyes looked at him faintly, as if silently accusing - I don't care about your nephew, don't you know?

Grindelwald had no choice but to look away, sighed resignedly, sat next to Allen, and said, "Give me your wrist."

Allen subconsciously stood up and hid his left wrist behind his back.

He resisted, "Thank you for your concern, uncle, but no, I can take care of myself."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly.

This kid looks like Alexia when she first came to Nurmengard.

He was soft-hearted and knew that Allen had indeed inherited some of Alexia's temper.

——On certain issues, both mother and son are equally stubborn.

He softened his voice and coaxed, "Let me take a look. Your research on black magic may not be as profound as mine. Maybe I can provide you with some directions?"

Allen pursed his lips tightly and stubbornly put his hands behind his back. No matter what the other party said, he just wouldn't go.

Grindelwald's mouth went dry and his temper dropped. He stood up and strode forward to catch this disobedient boy.

He reached out quickly, but he didn't expect Allen to react so quickly and ducked sideways.

The former Demon King narrowed his eyes and started fighting back and forth with the noisy child.

Dumbledore's mind was buzzing and veins were jumping on his forehead, "Gellert Grindelwald!"

The former Demon King got angry and simply pretended not to hear.

Dumbledore couldn't hold his forehead.

...He shouldn't think so highly of this childish ex-demon!In terms of character, maybe Allen is more stable than this person!

Then again...

In terms of combat power, these two are evenly matched.

One has been in prison for 50 years and is not at his peak in all aspects; the other is young and has little experience and still has a wound on his left wrist.

Dumbledore stared at the two fighting men worriedly, then simply took out his wand and cast a spell on the two men.

however……

The two of them subconsciously cast wandless magic, but Dumbledore's spell had no effect at all.

good very good.

Dumbledore thought in an awkward manner that these two demon kings, one big and one small, both had talents, and he couldn't control them.

He walked to the kitchen silently, secretly took out his hidden candy, sat down at the dining table and ate it silently.