Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The Christmas vacation is over, and Allen has returned to Hogwarts.

The old castle is as it always has been.

Beauxbaton's pegasus carriage and Durmstrang's gigantic ship were also moored quietly.

The two were surrounded by a powerful confusion spell, and walked over the happy little wizards to the principal's office together.

They are almost average height.

If it weren't for the blocking of the Confusion Curse, their extremely similar looks and temperaments would almost make them mistaken.

But there are still differences.

The crown prince who has not grown up in stature is calmer, while the king who has experienced the world is more majestic, with broad shoulders that seem to be able to bear everything.

Dumbledore was very restless today.

He had already received a letter that Allen would return to school today.

On the one hand, he is worried about Alan's body; on the other hand, he is also worried about Alan's mental state.

No one knows better than him the arrogance and arrogance of a genius when he was young, and no one knows better than him the unrestrained extremes of a genius after a major blow.

Grindelwald scoffed at that.

"What is extreme genius? Is it normal to be as mediocre as those idiots?"

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"Gail, talented people can bring great help and contribution to the world, or they can bring great disaster to the world."

The old man with a white beard looked at his unchanging lover seriously,

"I'm not a rigid person, Gellert. I'm not going to be self-indulgent on the top of a high tower - especially after Alan has shown the wisdom of the Muggle world."

"I've been to a Muggle university, and I've also read stories about Muggle geniuses. Most of them are withdrawn and don't like to socialize with others—"

Grindelwald interrupted, "Of course, who wants to socialize with talking baboons—"

"Gellert!"

Those azure blue eyes were so stern that they successfully deterred the arrogant former demon king.

Grindelwald could only say, "Okay, you go on..."

Dumbledore snorted softly, sighed, "However, Allen is obviously different from those geniuses, perhaps because of his growing environment, he is better at planning..."

Grindelwald said nothing, listening to the old headmaster mutter,

"The second game is about to start, I hope he can understand what is the most important..."

When Allen and Edward arrived at the principal's office, Gerden and Deng had already stopped this topic and started discussing how to arrange Edward's residence.

Dumbledore pondered the question.

"Hogwarts doesn't seem to have a place to entertain guests. His Majesty has been living in the medical wing before. Maybe we can open up another dormitory for His Majesty—the unused teacher's office... Or, would Your Majesty want to live in the secret room? "

"It's a dungeon."

Before Edward could speak, Allen refuted the old man's whimsy.

Grindelwald snorted coldly, "Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is a legend anyway, what? Isn't it worthy of your Muggle father?"

Allen looked at the past coldly, and said coldly,

"Of course, uncle."

Seeing that the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Edward had no choice but to speak to ease the situation.

He suggested, "Can't I live in Alan's bedroom?"

His Majesty the King smiled generously and said, "If I remember correctly, Alan lives by himself, so it is not out of the question to add another bed."

Dumbledore couldn't help hesitating.

In front of this father and son, he really opened up too many unprecedented.

Grindelwald glanced at Edward with a stinky face.

And the young man who was still holding the spikes just now suddenly froze.

... His Majesty wants to live with him?

Allen hesitated.

The royal family has strict requirements. He has had an independent room since he was born and has been carefully cared for by the attendants. His Majesty is busy with official duties, but he spends three hours a day with him.

Later, when he was about to start enlightenment at the age of three, His Majesty discovered the error in his memory and was very anxious. Every night, he would help him sort out what happened in the day and put him to sleep.

Until after the age of seven...

His memory condition gradually improved, and His Majesty observed it for several months, and gradually relaxed, and no longer needed to tell him "bedtime stories".

It can be said that Allen has never slept in the same room as His Majesty.

He subconsciously wanted to refute the other party, after all, it was too much wrong for His Majesty to share a room with each other, but he suddenly hesitated again, and looked hesitantly at the gentle king.

Edward looked over and rubbed his head lovingly.

"Little prince, do you want your father to tell you a bedtime story? How about a fairy tale? Just to make up for the regret that you didn't hear it when you were a child."

"Let me think about—"

"How about One Thousand and One Nights? Or, Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales?"

Alan:  …

Dumbledore looked at Allen and asked, "Your Majesty, but outsiders are not allowed in Slytherin's bedroom, so I'm not afraid of your jokes...

The white-bearded grandfather raised his eyebrows and tugged at his own beard, and said helplessly,

"Even I haven't been in..."

Edward frowned regretfully, "Is that so?"

Grindelwald stared at the old headmaster speechlessly, as if despising the other party's lack of prestige as a leader.

He said disgustedly, "In that case, throw this Muggle into the tower—Albus, don't tell me you want to keep him in the headmaster's office?"

Dumbledore:  …

He lowered his head slightly, his blue eyes looked over the lens at the stinky former demon king, and then at the blond boy with stinky face, shrugging slightly.

Edward sighed.

"Then open up a dormitory for me, Headmaster Dumbledore. Allen made me alchemy ornaments with the Disillusionment and Confusion spells. I can go and see Hogwarts by myself—"

Allen twitched the corners of his mouth and lowered his eyes silently.

Dumbledore sighed in his heart, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a shake of his white beard, "I remember that there happened to be a vacant room near the Slytherin bedroom—after all, it's underground, and the lighting is not very good..."

He gently raised his wand and tapped the table,

"Don't worry, Alan, we will provide His Majesty with a comfortable residence."

Allen looked at him steadily and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, sir."