Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore sat in the high-backed chair behind the desk in the principal's office, holding the warm Fawkes in his arms.

He said to himself, "Alan's condition is really not good, Fox, it seems that Nico's decision has a great impact on him..."

"Harry hasn't been doing well lately, he looks very depressed. The rumors about the Chamber of Secrets, the heir of Slytherin...Is it Tom?"

The azure blue eyes were sharp, and they narrowed slightly.

He sighed, "Oh, Fox. These two kids have taken on too much. What more can we do for them?"

At this time, there was a light popping sound of apparition in the office.

The old man closed his mouth, looked gently, and welcomed, "Alan, we..."

His voice faltered.

The blond boy in front of him was wearing a rare and cute outfit, a blue and white sweater with shirt collar exposed, beige trousers, and lively sneakers...

Dumbledore lowered his head uncertainly, his azure blue eyes looked over the lens, looking at the special clothes of the little prince.

um, yes……

There's also a cute bunny brooch, and a carrot-colored hat.

The old headmaster stood up hesitantly.

... Although this suit is indeed lively and cute, it doesn't seem to be Alan's aesthetic?

He asked, "Oh, Alan...is this..."

Allen sighed softly, put the bouquet on the table, and asked, "Sir, what do you think of this dress?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Lively and cute!"

Allen continued to ask, "It is said that old people like their nephews to wear this?"

Dumbledore thought for a while and nodded affirmatively.

The old man, who can dress up as Santa Claus for Christmas and a white mop for Halloween, insisted, "That's right!"

He blinked playfully, "This is what children should wear!"

Allen nodded hesitantly, then raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

... The headache can't go away today.

Dumbledore looked at him with some concern, slowly walked out of the table and chairs, and walked to him.

Fox struggled to fly out.

It spread its fiery red wings and flew around the principal's office. The two regrown tail feathers fell behind it shining golden.

It screamed high and sang beautiful songs.

Allen looked up at it, smiled slightly, "Thank you, Fox."

—His headache has eased a lot.

Seeing this, Dumbledore relaxed slightly, raised his arms to let Fox fall, and said lovingly, "Alan, let's go."

Allen smiled, and reached out to hold the phoenix's tail feathers.

Almost instantly they were in Flamel's cabin.

The ride is fast and comfortable, with just a barely perceptible pinch.Compared with travel methods such as Apparition, Portkey, and Floo powder, it is really gentle and amiable.

Fox flapped his wings angrily and yelled at Flamel, as if he was still angry that the bad old man pulled off his tail feathers last time.

... What a vengeful phoenix.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, Allen looked skillfully at the dining table, and greeted the two old people, "Teacher, teacher's wife, good morning!"

He smiled, "I prepared flowers for you, let's see if you like them?"

Flamel clapped his hands happily, "Oh, Ellen! Oh! You are so cute and kind today!"

Perenelle had already walked to Allen's side. She hugged the bouquet in Allen's arms and placed it on the table next to her. She pulled the boy to look left and right, and said lovingly, "Oh, that's great!"

"...That's great! Look at my craftsmanship! This dress fits really well, and this little rabbit is so cute!"

She talked and laughed, took Alan to a seat, and said, "Look, I prepared many kinds of bread today, and I also made coffee with milk! There are also salads...you like them all!"

Allen smiled and took the round bread covered with strawberry jam and sweet cream, and took a bite under the loving eyes of the three old people.

Flamel said happily, "That's great, that's great!"

He sighed a little, "Oh, Alan...you know I'm actually worried about you, and I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it...but now it seems that I can rest assured."

Perenelle glared at him.

... Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

LeMay closed his mouth aggrievedly, and took a bite of the croissant.

Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile, and Perenelle grabbed his ears.

"What are you laughing at, you nasty boy? Put down the little hut bread, it's for Allen!"

Dumbledore repeatedly begged for forgiveness, but he still didn't get a bite of the hut bread from the old woman, and only barely got the Austrian bread.

Fox gnawed on his share of hut bread, ignoring the veiled gaze cast by his master, turned around, and pointed his ass at him.

Dumbledore:  …

He sighed softly, biting the soft butter bread, raised his eyebrows comfortingly.

——At least this one is sweet too.

Flamel laughed at him, "Oh, Albus, would you like a croissant? This isn't sweet at all!"

Dumbledore tugged at his beard and said, "...no, Nicole."

After breakfast, they sat on the sofa and chatted around.

LeMay patted Alan, pointed at the glass window next to him with trembling fingers, pointed at the big banyan tree outside, and happily introduced, "Look, Alan, what a beautiful tree!"

Allen looked in the direction he pointed.

It was a huge banyan tree, as high as 20 meters. Its dark gray trunk required dozens of people to encircle it to hug it.

Numerous rust-brown aerial roots grow and hang from the branches, and fall into the soil to become pillars. The roots of the pillars are connected, and the pillars and branches support each other.

Flamel reminisces, "I planted it in the late 15th century, to celebrate my 100th wedding anniversary with Nell...  

"Who would have thought that it would grow bigger and bigger over the past few hundred years, almost attracting the attention of Muggles—it is too conspicuous to have such a tree in downtown Paris. I had no choice but to give him a traceless extension. curse."

He patted Alan's hand and said, "Look, how handsome he is!"

Allen smiled and agreed, "It's really spectacular."

Flamel raised his hand and stroked his hair, cheered up, and said, "Look, child, just bury us under the taproot—you have to be careful, don't treat the aerial root as the taproot, or I'll be angry !"

He smiled "hehe", "This old man has been with us for so many years, we have to sleep with him as well!"

Allen hung his head, pretending to fiddle with his rabbit brooch.

Dumbledore coughed lightly, and said, "Oh, Nico, what about the flowers that Ellen brought? Look at how beautiful the flowers are!"

Flamel let out a long "Oh—"

He stepped on the floor with small steps at a loss, and looked at Perenelle, who was knitting something next to him.

The old woman looked up at him and said, "What a fool, of course it is placed in front of our tombstone! There is a bouquet of flowers when I sleep, and the fragrance of flowers is sweet in my dreams!"

Flamel clapped his hands happily.

"Oh, Nell! You're so clever!"

He happily supported the sofa and stood up, walked around in small steps, waved to Alan, and said, "Come here, Alan. Let me show you the coffin I prepared! I have been choosing this bed for a long time! "

Allen got up to support him, and followed him to the room on the first floor—the room where he changed his clothes before.

The dark and oily coffin was quietly put aside, with an ominous look.

The sea-blue eyes were a little disgusted, and they averted their gaze indifferently.

But Lemay touched around happily and introduced, "This bed is 1.5 meters in size - unfortunately there are no 1.8 meters. Nell and I have to squeeze together. I also specially asked them to add cushions inside , you touch it?"

Alan:  …

He restrained, "Teacher... I still can't do this."

The old boy sighed regretfully.

He waved his wand to close the coffin lid, then took Allen's hand, walked to the low cabinet next to him with small steps, and opened a beige cloth cover.

A crystal clear crystal ball was quietly lying on the shelf, with silver light dots swirling faintly in it, as if a galaxy of stars was flowing.

... very fairytale.

Allen thought.

The previous divination class was really unpleasant, and he didn't even see the most common crystal ball in Muggle legends.

Flamel looked intently at the crystal ball and the scene inside.

He saw the older Allen standing in a bloody castle, confronting a young man with the same blond hair.

Those sea blue eyes were dead silent.

He saw Alan standing calmly in the beautiful woods with lush foliage, looking at the distant place regretfully, surrounded by the curse of forbidden magic.

Flamel closed his eyes deeply.

He staggered and turned around, looked at the ignorant young man beside him, and said with a wry smile, "Son...would you kill someone?"

Allen's heart skipped a beat.

He almost thought that Flamel knew about Quirrell's death, but then he thought about it, Quirrell died because Voldemort absorbed his life force, so what has it to do with him...

So he relaxed again, thought for a while and said softly, "Teacher, I don't know."

The blond boy smiled gently, "But you don't have to worry. If this happens one day, I promise - I am here to protect, not to cause pain to others."

LeMay smiled bitterly, and asked again, "Will you touch the three major taboos?"

Allen smiled, and he promised, "No."

The alchemist sighed deeply, took a deep look at him, pulled him to the crystal ball, and asked, "Tell me, what did you see?"