Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Draco heard he was back at school, he ran back from the Quidditch pitch and complained, "It's almost the end of term, why are you here?"

Allen smiled softly, "It's only March, and the exam is only in June."

Draco snorted softly, apparently reluctantly.

"But Quidditch season is over! You didn't even see the Slytherin championship game - I caught the Snitch in 13 minutes!"

Allen laughed and praised,

"It's indeed a perfect grade. During this period, you still remember to send me study reports every day, and I read them carefully—the head of Slytherin?"

Draco curled up his lips and snorted softly.

The blond crown prince smiled steadily, and said unceremoniously, "Diana is your teacher, you should know the level of the person in charge..."

Platinum Peacock threw the robe aside and said firmly, "I will be the best person in charge!"

Allen chuckled, "Wait and see!"

Draco asked anxiously, "Why were you in a daze just now? I told you to answer several times."

Allen sighed, "A mountain of homework..."

Platinum Peacock shut his mouth immediately, for fear that the other party would arrange a lot for him.

The blond crown prince handed the other party a piece of parchment and explained,

"I know it might be difficult, but if you can actually practice on this piece of paper, you'll really master the magic—master your leanings."

He looked at the platinum peacock who was carefully flipping through the study items, adding indifference to the previous pampering.

During the Second World War, the giants in the north were allies with many countries. In the end, it was still a cold iron curtain, and there was no end to death.

If one day you and I become enemies, at least we can survive with two tricks.

...that is the only sincerity I have for this friendship, Draco.

The sea blue eyes are so calm.

The first thing he did when he came back was call a meeting of the Liaison Committee.

The blond crown prince was full of smiles and stood on the stage shining brightly, welcoming the greetings from his subjects.

He explained with a smile, "Everyone seems to be very concerned about my work during this period - please rest assured that our cabinet has handled everything very well! Efficient operation, keen sense of touch, decisive action..."

He smiled mildly and said ambiguously,

"One can never refuse to learn, can one?"

After calming down the little wizards, Allen met with the three leaders and listened to their recent reports.

Hogwarts is almost calm, and Diana's reports are all about the internal affairs of the liaison meeting——

How many little wizards have applied for help... The Knights set up seminars every Friday afternoon to study together... Diana took the initiative to open a spell practice society, and the results were good...

With the help of the secretary group, the investigation of the current situation of the graduated Muggle-born wizards is on the right track...

And of course some school fun.

——Professor Flitwick liked Alan's gift very much, and he used magic to control it wherever he went.

Therefore, there has recently been an upsurge in learning about Muggle mechanics in the school, and many young wizards attended the Muggle Studies class.

The blond crown prince listened carefully and quickly categorized them in the memory palace.

That night, Allen packed a copy of the Muggle book given to Dumbledore and gave it to Professor Caredy Bubbaji of the Muggle Studies class.

Professor Bubbaji was obviously amazed, and she circled around the thousand Muggle books, stuttering as if Quirrell had possessed her.

"...Oh, Mr. Cornwall. Isn't that a little too much?"

Alan showed a perfect smile, "You can read it slowly - this part is a book with mechanical power. Many students like this recently, don't you?"

Bubaji nodded, and said slowly, "...Yes, the most correct theory must indeed be taught to the students."

She was a little dizzy, she didn't expect that her minor subject would suddenly become the most difficult subject.

——Professor McGonagall's tasks are not so big!

In order to appease her and ensure the accuracy of Muggle theory dissemination, Allen decisively took over the job of writing lesson plans.

The blond crown prince worked overtime and gave Professor Bubaji a 5-inch-thick mechanical power lesson plan the next afternoon.

Professor Bubbaji has froze in place.

Fortunately, Allen kindly took out a lesson plan with a thickness of 1 inch, saying that this is a concise version.

Caredy Bubbaji slowly, slowly reached out to take it, and had an accurate understanding of the talent and hard work of the Muggle crown prince.

but……

Her fun Muggle TV, colorful romance novels!Are her laid-back days gone forever? !

She took a deep breath and decisively pulled the culprit in.

"Mr. Cornwall, because of your knowledge of the Muggle curriculum, I would like to ask you to give a lecture on Muggle mechanics - what do you think?"

Allen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Oh, professor..."

"You're welcome, Mr. Cornwall!"

Bubaji said firmly, "There is no more suitable speaker than you! We are waiting for your arrival in the Muggle Studies classroom on the second floor at three o'clock on Wednesday afternoon."

Before Allen could speak, the professor left with the lesson plan in a hurry.

—almost fled.

School life continued like this, and Alan still had a lot of homework.

But for the busy life before Christmas, Alan can finally spare time to deal with a certain dark force-Voldemort.

He was attending classes as usual, continuing his research on Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, and engaged in a duel at the suggestion of Professor Flitwick.

As usual, Salazar gave instructions from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] pm, Monday to Friday.

The first thing he is willing to teach Allen again is to teach this junior to learn healing magic.

It was not until he ensured that Allen's offensive and defensive magic was well learned, that he reluctantly stopped taunting.

The time of the blonde crown prince seems to have been pushed back a lot.

It has been three months since Christmas, and the topic here is still thanking for Christmas gifts.

The little snakes obviously received some perfunctory gifts from Allen, but they didn't care-as long as there was a symbol of friendship.

Harry finally waited for Alan to come, chattering around him, lamenting the big events that happened during this period.

"Your Highness, I know that you have to go to Snape to make up lessons every Monday - that is tomorrow afternoon! You must be careful!"

The savior looked around, leaned closer to him and whispered, "Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone! It's Lu Wei—the little cloth bag guarded by the three-headed dog!

"And, Snape already knows how to get past Lu Wei!" Hermione added.

Alan:  …

He didn't know where to start asking.

After a while, he asked, "How to pass Lu Wei?"

Ron nodded, and he shrugged, "—Hagrid slipped the tongue again!"

Hermione said softly, "It will fall asleep when the music is on."

The little witch said anxiously, "Snape is threatening Professor Quirrell, he probably already knows all the levels of Professor Quirrell, only Professor Quirrell's is left!

"Your Highness, can you encourage Professor Quirrell, or give him one of our protective badges?"

Alan:  …

He pondered and spoke,

"Perhaps there is someone else who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

Harry looked at Allen with complicated eyes, trying to convince him, "I know Snape has taught you a lot, but he has turned to Voldemort! He is too dangerous!"

Allen looked at him calmly and asked, "You mean, the Dark Lord?"

Harry nodded heavily.

Allen had to say, "Okay, Harry, I've written it all down. Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Under the persistent gaze of the three little ones, the blond crown prince said helplessly, "I will also go to see Professor Quirrell, don't worry!"

Only then did the savior feel relieved.

He gnawed on the macaron handed over by Allen, and said vaguely,

"It's a pity that you came too late. I found a magic mirror before - the Mirror of Erised. I saw my parents in it!"

He was down again, and even macarons couldn't make him feel better.

"But Professor Dumbledore said that the mirror only makes people indulge in false illusions..."

Hermione came over and took a macaron as well, and comforted him like a little adult, "Okay, Harry! Professor Dumbledore did the right thing, he should have removed that mirror long ago!

"Ron told me you go and sit in front of that mirror every night..."

Allen smiled softly and sighed, "Maybe magic is really different..."

Seeing Hermione, he has returned to his previous appearance, and joked,

"Ordinary mirrors don't have this ability. Speaking of which, don't the mirrors in the dormitory still judge our outfits?"

Harry made a bitter face.

"Don't mention it, Your Highness...that mirror scolds me every day, saying that my hair is like a bird's nest of a wicked woman kicked by goblins..."

Hermione endured and endured, but still couldn't help laughing.

Ron had already collapsed laughing, rolling over with his stomach in his arms.

Even Allen had to admit that the mirror was pertinent, and silently stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth.