Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At Allen's invitation, Hagrid entered the store carrying the owl cage.

He looked at Alan with some hesitation. Such a well-dressed kid with blond hair reminded him of Malfoy.

"Oh, Harry! Is this your new friend?"

Harry looked at Alan hesitantly, saw the other party's gentle affirmation, and happily said loudly, "Yes! This is the crown prince of our Muggle world!"

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and muttered something.

Allen listened carefully, and found words like "I was scared to death", "I thought it was another difficult pure blood"... and so on.

He laughed, and extended his hand to Hagrid friendly, "Hello, Mr. Hagrid! I'm Harry's new friend."

He regretted it soon enough, though, because Hagrid stretched out a hand that was bigger than his chest.

As if seeing his hesitation, Hagrid patted him on the shoulder so sweetly that he almost fell to the ground.

After a while, Mrs. Malkin came out with the package.

She said kindly to Harry, "Your robes will have to wait, Harry!"

Then he handed the package to Allen, and said with a smile, "Little friend, I've wrapped your five sets of robes for you!"

The school stipulates that there are two robes, but Harry doesn't think it's wrong. Of course, Prince Ellen wants to have more clothes!

Allen picked up the package and bought a simple adult wizard robe with a hood and a small wizard robe of the same style.

He settled the bill and sat with Hagrid to wait for Harry - they had just made an appointment to meet Dumbledore across the way.

After a while, Harry's robes were also ready.

Allen stood up and gave a heartfelt salute, "Thank you very much, beautiful lady! We are also looking forward to seeing you next time!"

Mrs. Malkin, who had completely thrown Alan aside just now, giggled, "You can really talk, little gentleman!"

Allen smoothly completed a set of farewell behaviors to coax the lady, then turned around and took Harry and Hagrid out the door together.

This leadership was so natural that by the time Hagrid realized it, he was already standing in front of Dumbledore.

Allen handed the robe to Edward and saluted, "Father, please allow me to introduce you."

He turned back, didn't see Harry, and looked to the other side strangely, and sure enough, he saw a savior standing still at the door.

Allen waved, "Harry, come here!"

Harry quickly adjusted his appearance, and floated over with weak steps.

His eyes were so glazed that he ignored Dumbledore next to him.

...His Royal Highness said that he would take him to the teahouse opposite.

Your Highness said that Dumbledore is on the opposite side...

But His Highness didn't say, His Majesty the King is also here!

Harry swallowed, was patted on the back by Allen, immediately returned to his senses, stood upright, and vaguely heard Allen's introduction...

"This is Harry Potter, Professor Dumbledore mentioned it."

"Harry,"

Harry was lightly patted on the shoulder, and then he looked at the king who was exactly the same as Allen, and heard Allen say, "This is my father, Edward."

Edward saw Harry's uneasiness, smiled gently, and stretched out his hand for a handshake gesture, "Hello, Harry."

Harry shook hands dazedly with the king, and greeted Dumbledore dazedly.

He thought to himself, his dream went too far, and he even dreamed of shaking hands with the king...

Allen coughed heavily. Seeing that Harry was still a little confused, he couldn't help saying, "Harry! Harry! Don't you have something else you want to ask Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry woke up with a start, and finally turned his attention from the king to Dumbledore. He hesitated, "Deng, Professor Dumbledore..."

The old man's blue eyes looked at him gently and receptively, and he responded, "Yes, Harry. Do you have any questions?"

Harry finally plucked up the courage, "Do you know about my parents? Can you tell me about it?"

Dumbledore looked at him sadly and gently, nodded slightly, "Of course."

"What a replay...Harry, you look exactly like your father, except for your eyes, just like your mother...

Merlin knows how much trouble your father has caused the professors - he was too good at chasing your mother! "

Dumbledore feigned relief, and Harry let out a chuckle.

"However, we cannot deny that your father does have a strong talent for magic, and he is also very good at Quidditch...

His medals are still preserved in the castle, after enrollment, you can explore it yourself! "

Dumbledore winked at him, "And your mother, Harry, has a very outstanding potion talent, and was Professor Slughorn's favorite student back then!"

"Is the professor still at school?" Harry pressed eagerly. "Sir, I'd like to ask him for some pictures of my mother!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "No, he has resigned, Harry, and no one knows where he is at the moment."

Harry lowered his eyes in frustration, and asked again, "Then who is the Potions Master now?"

Dumbledore blinked playfully, "Oh, it's Severus Snape."

"Then does he know my mother?"

Dumbledore paused for a while before answering softly, "... yes."

"Well, I can ask him for some pictures of my mother!" said Harry cheerfully.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Hagrid coughed—although his cough sounded like a motorcycle horn—and drew everyone's attention.

He said, "Harry, I can contact your parents' friends and make you a photo album!"

Seeing that Harry finally stopped asking this topic, everyone was relieved.

When they looked, they saw Edward and Allen sipping black tea in exactly the same way, talking in low voices.

Dumbledore picked up the teacup with a smile, "Oh, it made the king and the little prince laugh."

"That's all right, Professor Dumbledore."

Edward nodded slightly, looked at Harry who was talking with Allen, and said in a low voice, "I have a kind request."

The old man's eyes were sharp, but he still leaned forward, signaling that he was listening.

"It's rare to meet a little wizard from an ordinary world. I really hope he can be with Alan." Edward raised his eyebrows slightly, "Will it affect anything?"

Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and asked, "Will it affect the royal family?"

"The media won't know about this." Edward also picked up his teacup.

"Then I will trouble His Majesty the King." The old man raised his teacup with a smile.

After receiving the signal from his father, Allen nodded slightly, and casually said to Harry, "Harry, if your relatives treat you badly, would you like to come to Balmoral for a few days?"

Harry's mouth fell open.

Allen seemed distressed, "No one usually talks to me, let alone friends from the magical world."

A surge of courage burst from Harry's heart, and he said loudly, "I do! It's just..."

"Ok?"

"My uncle, aunt, they..."

Hagrid patted his chest vigorously, and Allen looked at his big hand with lingering fear, and heard his deafening voice say, "This bag is on me!"

So, with Dumbledore's acquiescence, Harry's trip to Balmoral Castle was settled.