Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Alan walked to the principal's office as scheduled.

Flamel happily tapped the plate with a silver knife and fork, watched the Crown Prince greet him heartily, and sat beside him.

The old man tried his best to resist the desire to discuss Muggle subjects. However, when Allen stuffed the first mouthful of food, he couldn't help asking,

"Alan——I thought about it all night yesterday, oh, you said that Muggles can see the cells in the human body with high-powered lenses, and even see the composition of cells...

"If there is a limit to the number of cell divisions, then what does my modified body look like under your microscope?"

The alchemist treated himself as a research object with complete indifference, and even wanted to cut everything from himself.

He's obviously smart.

For centuries, he was the uncrowned king of alchemy.

Such honor did not drag down his clever brain, and the endless years endowed him with incomparable wisdom.

LeMay said, "My cell division should have reached the limit, so my body has been declining...

And the life force in the Philosopher's Stone keeps me alive.

So... does the activity of the cells increase with the help of the vitality? "

Allen paused, and raised his eyes slightly, the lines on his brows and eyes were extremely smooth.

The old man had adapted quickly to Muggle science, even more smoothly than Dumbledore.

It's rare.

An old antique from the [-]th century, decaying like a rotten wood, only needs to stop using the elixir, and you can see Merlin immediately.

(Maybe at that time, we can confirm whether Merlin's wardrobe is really as colorful as everyone said.)

However, this mental acuity and tolerance has shaken the entire magic world.

Back then, as a highly respected senior, LeMay organized everyone to resist Grindelwald's fierce fire, and defended Paris in the raging blue fire.

No one would think that the alchemist would support some of Grindelwald's claims.

But now, Allen can believe it.

Just like a dispute between two parties, who can say that the other party's point of view has no merit?

It's just that the war has destroyed too much.

No one has a choice.

Allen joked, "Do you need me to prepare relevant instruments for you?"

Flamel laughed, then coughed again into the dark.

Opposite them, the old man with a white beard tilted his head, and then fell into deep thought.

perhaps……

He is indeed too reserved.

One shouldn't refuse to try new things, should one?

The withered alchemist slowed down and looked at Dumbledore lovingly.

Smart child, are you finally going to walk out of the shadow of that summer?

He should always thank Merlin.

— Dumbledore did not spend his whole life in the shadow of that summer.

This little friend...

The years are still long.

The blond crown prince was eating leisurely, and with the company of two elders, he finally looked like a child...?

No!

Because one of these two is older than the old urchin, and the other is in terrible health.

Allen, an 11-year-old kid, has instead taken on the responsibility of being a parent.

"—Professor, you already have ten lemons, please restrain yourself."

"Teacher! You can't eat lamb chops, you can't digest them."

"Please remember to drink tea after dinner, both of you."

What puzzled Allen was that the more he said these "nosy" words, the happier Dumbledore was.

In the end, he even collapsed on the back of the chair laughing.

The blond crown prince keenly sensed——

"Santa Claus" seems to have broken free from the chains that bind him, and he can finally look at the world calmly.

perhaps……

He should read Dumbledore's life again.

Then find that overlooked but crucial sticking point.