Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The whole morning passed like this.

This is a rare idle time for Allen.

He felt uncomfortable all over, and really wanted to learn something to suppress this itchy feeling.

The alchemist was overjoyed.

He told Allen about one hundred methods of alchemy and magic patterns, and waited for the visit of the headmaster of Beauxbaton at 02:30 in the afternoon.

Perenelle looked at them helplessly, lowered his head and knit the sweater in his hand.

Sunlight pours into the room.

The small house was a bit crowded, and the alchemy artifacts placed everywhere were shining beautifully in the sunlight. The kind old lady was wrapped with light blue wool, which was the color of Beauxbatons.

The sweater was half-knitted, it was a boy's size, and it was obviously knitted for Ellen.

Even after a long time in the past, Allen still remembers this picture.

He firmly engraved this picture in his memory palace, tracing and coloring it every day, for fear that it would be blurred.

Even if he has the pain of super memory, he can hardly forget anything.

He was still lonely at that time, and he could only imagine his mother's warmth from his memory.

And that light blue sweater was too small to wear.

Flamel talked about alchemy happily, and he loved Alan very much-no one has ever mastered the follow-up field of alchemy.

If this continues, he feels that within a year, he and Perenelle will be able to lie down in the hotbed of death and end this long day.

Unfortunately, not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Perenelle got up to open the door and welcomed Beauxbaton's headmistress in.

The headmaster was huge, almost as tall as Hagrid.

Madame Maxime had an olive face and large, bright black eyes.

She had short ear-length hair, wore a long black satin dress, and a necklace made of luxurious opals, and her demeanor was strangely elegant.

Allen was taken aback, and quickly covered up the strangeness. Under Perenelle's introduction, he stood up and saluted, "Madame Maxime."

He speaks French.

The tall half-blood giantess also seemed a little surprised. She chose English, nodded elegantly and said, "I've heard of you, Ellen Cornwall, Mr. LeMay's favorite student."

Very fluent English.

...except for a little French accent.

Allen smiled appreciatively, welcoming her compliment.

Flamel smiled "ho ho", obviously satisfied with the introduction.

Madame Maxime carefully shook hands with Flamel, thanking the alchemist for his support to Beauxbatons.

Sitting on the small bed next to her, she invited Flamel to visit the school as usual.

Flame waved his hand, and the words of refusal were already on his lips.

Madam Maxime smiled, "I heard that, on Mr. Cornwall's suggestion, you have a peculiar magic wheelchair..."

Flamel's excuse was blocked, he stomped aggrievedly and looked at Perenelle.

The alchemist's wife said very simply, "He doesn't want to go."

Madame Maxime: ...

She smiled awkwardly and looked at Allen, "What about Mr. Cornwall? Don't you want to visit Beauxbatons?"

Perenelle became happy, and she patted Alan's hand, "This is good! Alan, would you like to take a look?"

Lemay looked at Alan aggrievedly, as if he saw the little classroom flying away with wings.

Under his wife's stare, he could only say, "Oh... Alan, go early and come back early."

Madam Maxim nodded happily, got up and extended her hand to Allen, "Then, I will take Mr. Cornwall to visit first, and send him back before five o'clock in the afternoon.

"—is it possible, Monsieur Flamel?"

Flamel could only nod.

Perenelle held Alan's shoulders and pushed the person away. He still held Alan's robe with the other hand, and warned, "Don't be nervous, go play for a while and come back!"

Allen laughed, and he assured, "Master, I won't be nervous."

Perenelle snorted softly, "If they stop you from watching alchemy, show them your skills!"

Flamel cheered up and shouted far away, "Let them see what talent is, Alan!"

Madam Maxim pursed her lips and smiled, "Then I can rest assured—otherwise I'm really afraid that those children are not important."

Flamel snorted softly, "Just let them ask, if you can defeat Alan, I will immediately accept him as a disciple!"

The alchemist clearly had faith in his protégé.

So, without any plans, Allen was arranged for a half-day trip to Beauxbaton...

and alchemy competitions.

Alan:  …

This feeling of being interrupted is really bad!