Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At this time, Lucius, who knew nothing, was in the study. He was wearing dragon leather gloves and holding a black leather diary in his hand.

This diary is so ordinary, it doesn't look like Malfoy's aesthetic in any way.

As Patriarch Malfoy's wrist turned, a line of small golden characters could be vaguely seen engraved on the bottom.

That seems to be a personal name—

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The shrewd Malfoy examined the book, a trustworthy item of the Dark Lord's heyday.

Eleven years ago, Voldemort was indeed defeated.

During those half a century, he brought death and fear everywhere, even after 11 years of his disappearance, no one dared to call him by his name.

Originally, Lucius didn't fully believe in the death of the Dark Lord, but after several years, the wizarding world was calm.

He thought, maybe Xiaolong doesn't need to be pushed to grow up.

In a peaceful environment, relying on Malfoy's glory, Draco can have the happy childhood he missed.

This diary was also forgotten by him, and it has been sealed in the Migri in the basement of the living room, escaping the Ministry of Magic's searches again and again.

Lucius thought that this book was from a past era, and he was one of the few collectors in that era.

but……

The Muggle Crown Prince brings news that the Dark Lord is still alive...

The diary immediately became a hot potato.

It can't be lost, it can't be destroyed.

- Can't stay.

His gray-blue eyes were shrewd and sharp, and he frowned and put the diary back in the dark compartment of the bookshelf.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the study, and Lucius' heart skipped a beat. After confirming that the secret compartment had been closed, he sat back on his seat and said, "Come in!"

Allen tilted his head slightly and pressed the doorknob.

Fortunately, the great peacock's success in both ways did not disappoint him——

The moment he saw him, Lucius, who was leaning on the back of the chair, immediately got up and opened the door for him.

"Oh, Your Highness."

Lucius bowed and said tactfully, "Why are you here? Are you dissatisfied with the dinner party? Please come in."

Allen smiled gently. He walked in and said, "Everything at the dinner party is perfect, and everything is in order! It's not much better than the royal family."

He seemed unintentional, "Is there a person in charge of all the internal affairs of the castle? I really want to meet this person in charge."

Lucius showed a dignified smile,

"You have been in the Muggle world all year round, so you may not be very clear about it—those ancient families have house-elfs who take care of everything."

Suddenly, Allen reconfirmed, "That said, but... don't these house elves need special management?"

The big peacock took some pride.

Look, you are still a Muggle, even if you have a noble status, you don't know much about the daily life of pure blood!

He coughed lightly and glanced at Draco next to Allen.

The little peacock shrugged and assured, "Alan, the house elves will take care of everything, we don't need to spend time on these things."

Allen nodded knowingly.

He sighed, "I already want one—the housekeeper's grandfather is getting old, and he can't stand so many royal affairs anymore."

Lucius showed a standard Malfoy smile, and said generously, "How difficult is this? If Your Highness wants it, I'll give you one."

"Oh……"

Allen seemed a little embarrassed, "Look at me, I really look like a robber!"

While speaking flatteringly, Lucius raised the serpentine wand handle and tapped it on the table.

A row of house elves appeared in the study out of nowhere, and by visual inspection there were more than a dozen of them, all timidly daring not to look up.

The big peacock opened its screen and showed off, "You can choose one."

Allen nodded slightly, and said to the house-elves, "Is there anything you are good at?"

The shrill voices of the elves sounded,

"Kaka is good at knitting sweaters..."

"Rocky is good at cleaning..."

"Xiaoxiao is good at cooking..."

"..."

A group of elves lined up to report their strengths, and they all shrank their heads, as if they didn't want to be picked out by Allen at all.

——That's normal, after all, it would be a disgrace for a house-elf to be sent out by his master.

This was within Allen's expectations.

The blond crown prince was a little disappointed.

Lucius gripped his cane calmly.

——It's a rare opportunity to show kindness, this group of damn moths, you can't count on them at all!

until an elf said,

"Dobby is good at cooking, cleaning, organizing bookshelves..."

Allen raised his eyes, leaned forward slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you good at organizing bookshelves?"

Dobby nodded generously, "Yes, Your Highness! Dobby is happy to serve you!"

Allen seemed very satisfied. He looked at Lucius and raised his hand, "Mr. Malfoy, can I take this elf away?"

Lucius felt relieved instead.

He showed a slick smile, "Of course, Your Highness—it's just that Dobby always messes things up. Although you are very tolerant and generous, if it brings you any trouble..."

Allen seemed very interested in this generous elf.

He looked at Dobby and responded casually,

"It's okay, I don't mind - what's wrong with the elves at Malfoy Manor!"

This secret compliment put Lucius in a good mood.

The big peacock raised its tail—exactly the same as Draco—and said generously, "If His Highness likes it, it would be great!"

Allen stood up and held out his hand to Dobby.

Dobby immediately stood beside him, looking at Malfoy respectfully.

Lucius lowered his face slightly, and reprimanded lightly, "Dobby, you have to have some snacks when you arrive at His Highness's palace, how dare you make a slight mistake——

"Your Highness, you can punish it as you like!"

Allen nodded and said in a raised voice, "Okay, thank you for your entrustment."

"Draco, I'm leaving, come visit again when you are free?"

The little peacock leaned slightly to show respect for the newly recognized His Highness, with the usual arrogance in his mouth, "... Got it."

Lucius glanced at Alan vaguely, then graciously handed Alan a bag of Narcissa's handmade candies, and sent him to the gate of the manor.

He enjoined,

"You remember, don't give clothes to house-elves—it's the same as setting them free, or sacking them."

Draco folded his arms, nodded and said, "Yes, if you don't want to lose a servant."

Allen said goodbye with a smile, and took Dobby to Apparate away.

Sandringham Palace is comfortable and warm, with marble walls as white as snow, warm wooden furniture with a well-maintained color, and luxurious carpets laid out on all the necessary paths.

The blond crown prince landed in his study and brought back an elf who advocated freedom.

Dobby bowed deeply moved, and said in a sharp voice, "You helped Dobby get his freedom, Your Highness!"

"Perhaps not yet?"

Allen said humorously, he loosened his robe and handed it out gently.

The thin elf was holding a luxurious robe, which was extremely out of proportion, yet seemed to be extremely appropriate.

——That noble soul deserves such clothes.

Allen said softly, "I wish you freedom, Dobby."