Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore and Grindelwald suddenly felt sad.

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled miserably, looking at his left wrist writhing with flesh and blood, cold sweat dripping down his chin and falling to the ground.

"I can't get the time turner, so I can only find a way to get the batch that was scrapped by the Ministry of Magic... But scrap is scrap. Instead of returning to the time and space where His Majesty is still there, I was splashed with time and space dust and was injured."

Allen said so.

There was pain in his lowered eyes, which was the pain of the wound, and the pain that cut right to the heart even though he knew he was lying to smooth things over.

He smiled softly and tried to take out his left hand, "Uncle..."

He called softly, with a plea.

Grindelwald had never seen such a child before, and his heart felt sour and bitter, as if he had seen Alexia in suffering again.

He could only let go of the kid's wrist and cast healing magic with a straight face.

But as they expected, the healing magic was of no use.

...Yes, if it works, will this careless brat be forced to do this?

Dumbledore sighed silently, stood up and dug out the medical kit, sat in front of Alan and tied up his wound.

He looked at the young man who had calmed down and was sitting upright, wiping his sweat with his trembling right hand. He really didn't know what to do.

Maybe only Edward can teach such a child.

For a moment, Dumbledore was even a little grateful that Alan was born in a royal family.

Otherwise, how can ordinary people have the resources and spare time to teach such children?

Countless words went through his mind a thousand times, but none of them seemed to be of any use to Allen.

Dumbledore had no choice but to change the subject and asked, "...What do you want to eat tonight?"

Grindelwald suddenly showed an indescribable expression.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Al, you don't want to cook for yourself, do you?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Can't you?"

Allen didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at this time until he sat at the dining table and took a bite of the steak, as if he had a mouth full of sugar.

This one bite is almost enough for his sugar intake for a week.

He glanced at Grindelwald beside him somewhat unspeakably, and even felt sympathy for a moment.

...Poor Uncle Demon King.

...What have you been eating all day long?

He couldn't help but put down his fork and suggested, "Uncle, aunt... Actually, the doctor gave me a fixed recipe. If you don't mind, I want Lance to send it over."

Grindelwald immediately became confused.

He glanced at Dumbledore's expression, cleared his throat with restraint, and said, "Well, well, you can order something else..."

He looked at his plate and suggested, "First, I want the Munich sausage!"

Allen paused and hesitated, "This... doesn't seem to exist."

Grindelwald paused, curled his lips and said, "Then sausage, apple pie and roast pork! You should have this!"

Allen had no choice but to say, "I'll let Lance do his best."

So, when Lance, who was in a meeting, saw his contact badge shining with purple light, he thought His Highness had something urgent and quickly opened it.

As he got closer, his face looked a little surprised.

The knights thought something big had happened and quickly asked.

Lance shook his head slightly, "Nothing."

His eyes swept across everyone present, and finally settled on Anna Bailey, who was in charge of internal affairs, and said, "Anna, I need you to prepare a recipe and send it to..."

He looked strange and said, "Yes, Godric's Hollow."

Knights:...

After a long quarrel, His Highness didn't come back. Is it because he went to someone else's house for dinner?

Judging from the posture, His Highness was not happy with the meal, so he wanted to order food at home?

They had strange expressions on their faces, chatting in low voices, and then closed their mouths under the gaze of the knight commander.

Half an hour later, Lance knocked on the door of Dumbledore's house with Anna Bailey.

Ge and Deng were a little surprised.

...It's so late, who will come?

However, Allen had a premonition and said, "Maybe Lance brought the food."

Dumbledore blushed a little at the mention of this matter.

It was obvious that Allen was asked to stay for a light meal, but for some reason, he had already thought about putting less sugar in it, but he still put too much sugar in it.

He got up and opened the door.

The person in front of him was indeed the gentle knight captain.

Behind him, there was a gentle and restrained lady carrying a snack box.

Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"Miss Bailey?"

He remembered that this Miss Bailey entered the school in 1982 and also studied at Hufflepuff House. She was also Lance's direct school sister.

Anna Bailey nodded gently, "Principal Dumbledore."

There was something complicated in her eyes.

When she was at school, she, like most people, believed that Dumbledore was the most reliable elder. With his protection, Hogwarts was absolutely safe and they would not be harmed in any way.

This sentence is not wrong.

At Hogwarts, they were safe.

But once they left Hogwarts and entered the real wizarding world, they discovered the truth of the world.

She had wondered countless times, did Dumbledore know these facts?

She followed the Daily Prophet and of course saw the principal's speeches at various meetings. She had to admit...

he knows.

Dumbledore knew all this, he just wouldn't change it.

So Anna didn't want to believe him anymore.

Six years later, when I met the old principal again, she was no longer the innocent little girl she used to be. She greeted him dignifiedly just so as not to embarrass His Highness.

Of course they were invited in, and the old principal warmly invited them to dine with them.

Anna was unwilling to stay and lied that she had to take inventory of Windermere's daily necessities today, and left with Alan's acquiescence.

Lance said that he had just had dinner, and stood behind Allen gently and stubbornly, serving them dishes.

Dumbledore was a little disappointed.

Of course he saw Anna's lie, which reminded him of Ariana - the little sister who once tried to get close to him, but was scared away by his lack of care.

Grindelwald glanced at him, held his hand under the table, and rubbed it soothingly.