Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, covering up the complicated look in his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Would you like a piece of candy?"

Under Gellert's persuasion and drag, he really had no time to manage the reform of the Ministry of Magic.

But he could see that the reforms had cut out the already rotten flesh and blood of the magical world.

Those flesh and blood had begun to fester a hundred years ago. He and Gellert had made an appointment to carve them out, but they both broke the promise and rotted on the top of the tower.

It wasn't until Allen, the kid, appeared and almost single-handedly controlled the purebloods in the magical world that this huge reform had a chance.

He was grateful to Allen from the bottom of his heart.

Thanks to this child, this world has been given new life.

He is also guilty.

The old man's blue eyes glanced at Allen's left wrist inconspicuously.

Yes, Edward sent him a letter.

It was sent by Selene (the king's special owl), and Dumbledore was impressed by it——

For a while, Alan's owl, Tita, lost her temper because her owner said she was fat and refused to come over.During that time, Edward had no choice but to send Selene to Allen.

When he first saw Selene, Dumbledore was a little emotional.

The king finally woke up in good health, so the child Allen has an anchor and will not cause any problems easily.

But when he opened the letter, the peace of mind quickly disappeared.

...Eren's left wrist touched the dust of time.

He could almost imagine the appearance of the wound, and couldn't help but feel palpitations.

This made him even more intolerable.

Dumbledore sighed silently, looking at Allen in front of him, he could only pretend to be relaxed and ask the other party if he wanted candy.

Alan's reply was as usual.

"No, sir."

He raised his eyes from the report sent by Lance, smiled and asked, "You don't want to know, what makes me so happy?"

Dumbledore shrugged lightly, "My child, once the reform starts, it cannot be stopped. Similarly, there can only be one leader in the reform.

"Maybe your approach is not in line with my philosophy, but at this critical moment, I will not dictate your plans."

He winked at Allen and prompted,

"It would be perfect if the entrance to the Ministry of Magic could be changed again! You know, Arthur and the others flush the toilet every day at work, and I've heard him complain for a long time!"

Allen was even more surprised.

The principal seemed to have suddenly changed his mind. All his previous doubts and vigilance seemed to have faded away. When he looked at him, he almost felt a kind of kindness towards Harry.

...even more so.

This change made Allen a little confused, but compared to having to be wary of Dumbledore when dealing with pure blood, he was still willing to see such an inexplicable old principal.

The kindness of the other party eased their relationship, almost to a state of "friendship year after year".

Allen sighed silently, closed the contact badge in his hand, and said, "I'm back, but I wasn't there when I registered for the Owl exam..."

Dumbledore immediately smiled and said, "That doesn't matter, I've reserved a spot for you!"

Allen was a little surprised again, so he had to thank him profusely.

He paused and then asked about Harry, "Sir, I know you have always wanted to protect Harry... At first, there was really no way and I had to seal him, but now, I have come up with a way, Maybe we can bring him back.”

Dumbledore sat upright in an instant.

The old principal's blue eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly realized something. He slowly relaxed his body and asked thoughtfully,

"I remember you said that Harry's soul has already merged with Voldemort's soul?

"Is there still a possibility of salvation in this case?"

Allen smiled softly, "Of course."

His energy has returned to [-]%, and his face is slightly pale, but his expression is also brought back a little. If you don't look carefully, you would think that he is really the same as before.

Dumbledore lowered his head and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The old man looked at him with concern and asked, "Alan, don't forget what Nico said - soul magic is also absolutely taboo!"

Allen lowered his eyes and chuckled, "It's okay, sir. There will be no worse outcome."

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore immediately thought of Edward who had returned. He looked at him with sorrow in his eyes, but finally shut up and said nothing.

Allen stayed at Hogwarts.

He went back to the Slytherin dormitory openly, and the purebloods who used to grovel and grovel looked at him angrily. Many people jumped out to accuse him and surrounded him.

At first glance, it seems that everyone in the world is the enemy.

These little snakes believed the news from the family and concluded that Allen was unwell and no longer had the powerful magic power he once had.

Allen didn't correct that either.

The moment he saw this group of people, his expression dimmed. Without any mental support, his pale face suddenly appeared, looking extremely weak.

"What a surprise, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

A little snake held back his anger and gritted his teeth and said.

"You fooled us around, and you still dare to appear in front of us!"

Allen gently raised his eyelids, his sea-blue eyes were extremely deep, like the sea surface surging with wind and waves late at night.

He asked softly, "Why don't I dare?"

This suddenly stirred up a hornet's nest. These purebloods were so angry that they took out their wands and pointed at Allen in the middle.

Allen sneered silently, "I admit that my health is a lot worse. But what makes you think that I can't even beat you?"

A senior snake also sneered, "There are more than a dozen of us, and you only have one."

This group of little snakes surged up and angrily wanted Allen to give them an explanation.

Draco happened to come downstairs.

He and Allen can be regarded as brothers and sisters. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not popular in Slytherin, and Malfoy, who once bullied the small family, is not popular either.

...Of course, Theodore didn't get any good treatment here either.

Hearing the commotion below, he simply left the dormitory and carefully pressed against the wall to check the situation.

At this sight, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then frowned incomprehensibly.

...These idiots!

What makes them think that they can be compared with Allen?

Fortunately they are not Malfoy's teammates!

Draco was too self-aware - even in his weakest state, killing them was just a joke.

What's more, this bastard is just trying to make ends meet!

He leaned against the wall, sticking his head out and watching the fun with great interest.

I saw the blond crown prince surrounded in the middle, mocking without fear,

"How could anyone think that in the field of magic, strength is measured by numbers? Are you really a child raised by a pure-blood family?"

He even lowered his eyes and smiled, then raised his eyes and asked softly,

"Does your father not like you and not want to train you at all?"

The man suddenly turned red in the face, angrily threw out a magic spell, and shouted, "Split into pieces!"

Allen just stood there, not afraid at all.

He didn't move at all, but the glowing red spell hit him and disappeared silently around him.

There was silence for a moment.

Draco couldn't help but laugh until his stomach hurt.

Allen smacked lightly and said sarcastically, "Everyone, don't forget, I'm still Nico Flamel's student. Wouldn't I bring some alchemy items when I knew your malicious intent?"

These little snakes were going crazy with anger.

"I still don't believe how powerful your alchemical products can be!"

A little snake shouted.

So everyone woke up from a dream and began to fire spells at Allen non-stop.

Allen looked at them with some confusion, watching the countless spells disappear around him, watching these little snakes persevering.

At first he was trying to understand what these people were thinking——

Maybe they were too angry and wanted to take revenge on themselves.

But gradually, he couldn't convince himself anymore.

When casting the first spell, these people can be a little stupid and unable to determine the specific situation.

But by the third spell, they should be able to find the pattern, so why waste their energy?

If you have this time, use your brain to think of some destructive tricks, wouldn't they be more useful than these?

He lowered his eyes in boredom, pretended to take out a sapphire ring, and pretended to press the gemstone on it, but in fact, he used Zeus to fight back all the spells cast by these fools.

...It is indeed very weak.

Allen thought so.

After so many spells were counterattacked, not one of them died.

He walked indifferently to his dormitory and found a platinum boy in the corner who was suppressing laughter until his face turned red.