Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen stopped writing with a half-smile.

...Oh, sowing discord?

He slowly wrote, [Why do you say that? ]

The beautiful handwriting slowly emerged, saying, [This is a common problem of all those in power, isn't it? ]

Allen smiled, closed the diary directly, and threw it aside.

Well, he couldn't extract the Horcrux information from the diary at all.

But he didn't get nothing.

The breakthrough of wolfbane potion and the clarity of Riddle's hunter's character made him clarify some facts.

When the other party was young, he was indeed smart and forbearing, good at controlling emotions, and could even bear the burden of humiliation to achieve his own goals.

And the last words of sowing dissension let him know that Riddle is indeed a man who understands power.

It is hard to imagine that the intelligent and forbearing Tom Riddle and the bloody and indifferent Voldemort are the same person.

Allen gently buckled the diary in the sealed magic box, got up and walked to the principal's office, and handed the diary to Dumbledore.

The old headmaster took the notebook with a smile and joked, "Why are you willing to give me the diary all of a sudden?"

Allen smiled and replied, "Sir, I have been trying to learn the truth about the Horcrux from Riddle, but unfortunately..."

He shook his head lightly and sighed, "Riddle was indeed an outstanding strategist when he was young."

Dumbledore touched his white beard and gently opened the diary.

He dripped a drop of ink on it, and saw beautiful cursive characters protruding from it.

[Oh, Alger, forgive me for my rudeness—well, I admit, maybe your crown prince is different from other high-ranking people. ]

Dumbledore: ?

Alger?

He looked up at Allen vaguely, saw the boy glanced at the diary, took the book from him politely, took out the pen from the inner pocket of his coat, and wrote,

[oh?Hello, I'm Alan Cornish. ]

Dumbledore's eyes widened faintly, and he leaned forward to watch the excitement.

The entire diary froze.

Riddle almost collapsed.

Even in the first grade of his student days, the year when he was bullied the most, there was no one who bothered him so much.

...Is it endless?

In just a short period of time, three people have changed!

However, the person who was replaced was the same person he had spoken ill of just now!

Relying on his grades, speaking skills, blood, and handsome face, Riddle, who was a student when he was a student, never thought that one day he would experience the feeling of guilty conscience belatedly.

He hesitated to answer, and the paper was silent for a moment.

Allen continued to write, [Mr. Riddle, listen to Alger, do you have some opinions on me? ]

Riddle immediately wrote, [Oh...sorry, Ellen.You know, I was born in an orphanage, and I was used to the greedy and extravagant bureaucrats... They didn't treat us as human beings.

Our Orphanage Director, yes, Mrs. Cole, she is a tiresome alcoholic who shuts herself in her room every day drinking and squandering the money that should have bought us bread!

I'm sorry, but I really don't like high-ranking people. ]

This made Allen think about it.

He calculated quickly.

Riedel was born in 1926 and enrolled in 1938.At that time, World War II was happening, and all countries were short of food and materials.

Leaving aside whether Mrs. Cole is really corrupt, it is not easy for her to raise her children.

As for His Majesty Edward...

His Majesty was born in 1958 and succeeded to the throne in 1974.

Oh……

Allen instantly relaxed.

The pain of not being in His Majesty's tenure... Well, he admitted, it may be a historical scar, but it has nothing to do with His Majesty or him.

Without this lingering guilt, Allen wrote eloquently,

[I deeply regret what happened to you, Mr. Riddle.

However, I am happy to inform you that after that, the country reformed the orphanage system to ensure that every orphan can have enough food and clothing. ]

He explained patiently,

[During your childhood, there were wars, not to mention the United Kingdom, but more than 300 countries around the world, and people’s lives were difficult.

Mrs. Cole is drinking too much, maybe she is worried that you will not grow up. ]

Riddle hadn't been disgusted to death by him.

Allen smiled, and made up a knife lightly and skillfully,

[The war is over, Mr. Riddle.

Voldemort is dead!Whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world, it has been peaceful for a long time and has developed very well.

Professor Dumbledore just went to the Ministry of Magic today to help Minister Fudge settle matters - everything is going in the right direction.

Maybe you can come out and have a look, you will like the world now. ]

As early as when he was thinking, Dumbledore came out from behind the desk and chair, stood beside him, and looked at what he wrote.

Until I saw the sentence of Voldemort's death...

The old man looked at Alan vaguely, and gently adjusted his glasses.

Occasionally, this child's speech is really choking!

Yes, Riddle was going to be pissed off too.

But the wise and wise Voldemort was able to endure this provocation when he was young, and directly grasped the key point of the paragraph-Dumbledore left.

This is simply a once in a lifetime opportunity!

With the malice of revenge, he slowly condensed cursive words on the paper,

[Oh, Ellen... I really want to get out and see the world right now.However, this may require your help, I wonder if you would like it? ]

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed Allen's shoulder.

Allen raised his hand to signal the old man to feel relieved.

In Dumbledore's field of vision, the young man in front of him had smooth eyebrows, slightly raised eyelashes, and calm sea-blue eyes, almost revealing an arrogant self-confidence.

That confidence struck Dumbledore almost immediately.

He seems to have seen someone standing confidently in the barn, preaching to him the theory of breaking the secrecy law, arrogantly treating the powerful wizards who hold authority all over the world as dung.

The old man thought in a daze,

……so similar.

He paused for a moment, and the blond boy had calmly picked up the pen and dropped the tip of the pen.

[it is good. ]