Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This trip has gained a lot, and Allen is very satisfied.

Slytherin's locket, resurrection stone ring, and diary...

He has already destroyed three Horcruxes.

Combined with the known Harry and Hufflepuff Cups, five Horcruxes have been found.

Although it is not known where the remaining two are, great progress has been made.

What's more, Voldemort may not be able to actually make seven Horcruxes.

Allen has his own way of judgment——

After confirming the characteristics of the Horcrux, he specially checked the box that sealed Voldemort's remnant soul.

unexpected...

But of course.

Voldemort's soul has been broken to a certain extent, but it still stubbornly does not dissipate.

The other party laughed weakly but arrogantly, mocking Allen's innocence.

"...A genius who has never been born in a thousand years?"

He hissed bitterly, "You can't kill the Dark Lord! He's the farthest on the road to immortality!

"A vulgar person... how can he know his arrangement?"

Alan sarcastically said calmly, "Are you talking about Horcruxes?"

He looked at the nearly stagnant black mist, smiled lightly, his voice softened, and comforted, "Don't worry, I will check your situation from time to time."

"—Study the remnants of the horcruxes that were shattered one after the other."

Now, Allen destroyed a Horcrux again.

He really wanted to see what Voldemort looked like, but he didn't think it was necessary.

It won't be too late to confirm when the Hufflepuff Cup is destroyed.

In short, if all the Horcruxes are destroyed, the remnant souls sealed by him can be easily burned to death by the Fierce Flame.

There will not be more than seven left and right Horcruxes, will they?

With this good mood, he could ignore Dumbledore's suspicion, he could coax the portrait of Mrs. Black and Kreacher who was on the verge of collapse, and he was even willing to attend Regulus' funeral.

Sirius seemed to have lost his soul.

Numbly clutching the note in the fake locket, he watched as Regulus' coffin was buried in the family grave.

Allen stood on the far left, listening to Dumbledore's words calmly.

"...He is a noble and brave fighter, a brave man who truly pursues his ideals... Farewell, Regulus."

Kreacher groaned sadly.

Dobby was also wiping away tears.

Harry wiped away tears with his sleeve, and stood beside Sirius, looking at him with concern.

He said softly, "Sirius, if Regulus knows that you know the final truth, he will be very happy."

The thin man nodded blankly.

He stood quietly, and after a long time, he said softly, "Harry, I always thought he was stupid... He has been stupid since he was a child, and he would only call 'brother' after me."

His eyes were red, and he covered his head unbearably.

Dumbledore said softly, "Sirius, he won't want to see you like this...Even for Harry, you have to be strong..."

These words touched the man's switch.

He sluggishly turned into a big black dog, lying at Harry's feet, rubbing against Harry's trouser legs.

Allen watched Harry gently stroking the big black dog's back, and motioned him to pick it up and go back to the old house.

He said softly, "Dobby will take good care of you—forgive me, I still have a lot of things to do, so I can't accompany you."

Harry shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

The boy picked up the big black dog, and disappeared in place together with the house elves beside him.

Dumbledore looked at Regulus' tombstone quietly, and said softly, "Alan, I didn't expect you to attend this funeral."

Allen walked to his side and lowered his voice,

"You don't believe me."

The boy smiled, with a cold gentleness.

He doesn't explain anymore, and he doesn't need to show his position again.

He sighed softly and finally said, "Do I look bad?"

Allen looked at the tombstone calmly, and then looked at the tomb of Blake's family, which had been left in disarray due to no one repairing it for a long time.

He waited for Dumbledore's reply.

He heard the old man's voice grow older and helplessly tired.

"...Alan, often talented people need extra attention and correction... so as not to go astray."

Allen lowered his eyelashes and smiled slightly.

"What are you worried about?"

A gust of wind swept past between them, and in midsummer, it actually brought a bone-chilling chill.

Dumbledore finally said, "I'm afraid you'll be the next Voldemort."

Allen laughed suddenly.

In such a desolate cemetery, such a conceited smile is kind of crazy.

For the crown prince's demeanor, he barely restrained himself, and asked with a smile, "How can you humiliate me like this?"

The sea-blue eyes are light and heavy, and there are bits and pieces of light under the smile.

He paused, "I won't be the next Voldemort."

The blond boy was a little childish, and emphasized dissatisfiedly, "That's too stupid! Ugly and stupid!"

Allen exhaled lightly, and looked calmly into those blue eyes.

"Don't you think, sir, that sometimes you worry too much?"

"—You can think about it, what do I have in common with Voldemort?"

He stroked his chest in a gentlemanly manner, and handed out his right hand.

This is an action to ask for instructions, but it has a hint of coercion.

Dumbledore looked at him, then back at Regulus.

The old man turned around and sat in front of the tombstone with deep exhaustion.

He smiled, and his white beard was gently pulled, making him feel like a lion king facing a cub.

"Son, to tell you the truth... I have doubted you countless times, and decided to give you a chance countless times. Please listen to me, there is a reason for this.

"Perhaps you don't know, I've only seen three talented teenagers in all my life."

Those azure blue eyes raised up, with a hint of playfulness, seeming to suppress the endless suffering underneath.

He sighed, "One is Grindelwald, one is Voldemort, and the other..."

"It's you."

"it's me."

The two spoke at the same time, as if the dust had settled.

Allen said lightly, "Because those two have gone wrong, are you worried that I will go wrong too?"

His voice cooled down, "What a ridiculous conclusion."

Dumbledore spread his hands slowly, "What if it was you?"

He looked up at the boy standing opposite him,

"What if it was you, Alan? After facing the crises brought about by those two, can you still face the third person calmly and without any grievances?"

Allen was silent.

He said slowly, "I might kill that person in advance."

His shoulders relaxed slightly, as if he had endured the inexplicable offense.

The blond crown prince confessed,

"No way, sir—for the greater good."

Dumbledore looked up sharply, and he looked at him, so stunned that he seemed to see someone's ghost.

"...Alan, you really can't blame me this time."

He stood up slowly, with complex emotions in his eyes that couldn't be stripped away.

"You look so much like him.

"...it looks like I'm afraid."

Allen tilted his head slightly, and said calmly, "Like who? Gellert Grindelwald?"

He bowed his head regretfully.

...If his mother was still around, he might really have some contact with that one.

He longs to be with Grindelwald, as if his mother were still there.

He gave a low laugh, and asked, "Do you have any correspondence with him? With his character, it seems that he will not willingly cut off contact."

Dumbledore reached up and grabbed his arm tightly.

Allen tilted his head in doubt, but was caught off guard by Apparition and was drawn into another space.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he quickly erected countless magic barriers, snapped away from the old hand, stepped back a few steps, and watched the old man opposite him warily.

……and many more.

Why does this place look so familiar?

His Majesty?

The sea-blue eyes looked blankly at Edward and the old housekeeper opposite, and withdrew their defenses full of doubts.

Edward and the old butler were obviously also frightened.

Butler Fran's hand was already on the gun in his lower back, and he almost looked at Alan face to face.

Dumbledore walked slowly and sat down in the chair opposite Edward.

He said calmly, "Your Majesty, do you know what Alan has been up to lately?"

Alan:  …

Despicable Dumbledore!