Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The French dinner is not very rich.

Especially today is not a special day, it is not worth putting on a big meal for two or three hours.

But Allen was still very satisfied.

—God knows how on earth the French make so many kinds of bread.

He tasted a small piece of Austrian bread, and the taste of caramel and butter spread in his mouth, soft and delicious.

For this piece of bread, all French people should thank the Austrian princess who married far away in France.

And of course, the little hut bread.

When Allen bit down, the soft and hot cream inside almost flowed out.

Alsace bread is also very good.

This kind of German bread from the exchange of war is extremely delicious, with a slight sour taste and a strong aroma of rye, served with fresh oysters...

The French couldn't put it down.

Yes, Allen is also extremely fond of.

——If it wasn't for maintaining the crown prince's demeanor, he would definitely eat two more!

The blond crown prince restrained the hand that was about to move the bread, took a small plate of cheese and a small piece of meat, and refused the potatoes offered by Fu Rong, thanking the lady for the small plate of salad that was later handed over.

—While by law potatoes must be included in British cuisine, they are not required today.

This is a dinner.

It may sound random, but it's much better than British food.

Especially the bread!

Fortunately, the portions of French dishes are very small, and Alan was able to eat two more refreshing salads.

Beauxbaton's students gathered together in twos and threes to talk, and glanced over from time to time.

It's so obvious.

Alan is used to dealing with restrained nobles, and he is a little uncomfortable with the straightforwardness of the students.

He was sitting on the dining chair, eating delicious bread, and chatting with Fu Rong occasionally.

In the eyes of everyone, he is really upright.

The sun had completely set, and in Beauxbaton's restaurant, the blond hair was very conspicuous under the shining lights, like a second sun.

Maybe they should use Louis XIV's Sun King title to describe the crown prince?

Do not……

Forget it, Louis XIV's appearance is not so exquisite!

Talent, appearance, manners, modesty...

Also willing to share alchemy notes! ! !

Beauxbatons' senior girl looked on softly, almost lovingly.

Oh sweet little prince...

I wonder if he would like to live in Beauxbatons for a few days?

A few senior girls acted first, and even if they had a bad relationship with Furong, they came over with their own dinner plates.

Alan unexpectedly discovered that he seemed to have brought several friends to Fleur?

In order to better relieve Furong's predicament, he smiled obediently and winked at Furong cryptically.

Furong looked at Alan who had fallen into the hands of a group of girls, and smiled ironically.The little blond prince was pinched on the face and then on the hands...

The girls suppressed their excitement.

——This is a real little prince!He is still a well-behaved little prince like an adult!

They enthusiastically asked about Alan's dietary preferences, and got an outrageous answer.

“The bread here is delicious!”

"Yes, then do you have anything you particularly like?" The girl asked unwillingly.

Allen looked at her solemnly, and replied, "Sister, just eat it."

The girls sighed and pinched the little prince's face, then packed a lot of fresh bread and put them in brown paper bags thoughtfully for Allen to take away later.

Yes, although Allen didn't say so, but... Who doesn't know the reputation of British cuisine?

Allen couldn't stand being pinched anymore, he looked at Fu Rong, and signaled to Fu Rong not to give up the great opportunity to make friends, he couldn't take it anymore!

But Fleur obviously didn't have the well-behaved little prince to attract girls, and in the end Alan decided to save himself.

He raised his finger and drew an alchemy circle, crushing the maternal brilliance of all the ladies with his obvious talent.

Crowd: ...

The rumor turned out to be true? !

Someone really opened the alchemy array directly with magic power!

The presumptuous girls just now suddenly fell silent—they actually bullied such a genius just now?

The overwhelming talent made everyone shut up.

They handed the packed kraft paper bag to Alan eagerly, hoping that the other party would sort out the alchemy notes as soon as possible.

Finally returned to Allen's home court.

The blond crown prince gently talked about the topic until Mrs. Maxime came to take him back to the Flamel cottage. He stood up gracefully and said goodbye to everyone.

——Of course, I didn’t forget to take the brown paper bag full of bread.

The familiar cabin appeared in front of him, Flamel waved at him happily, and Perenelle quickly came over and hugged him.

"How was the dinner? Is it full? Are the nymphs pretty?"

Allen responded obediently one by one, and showed her the bread packed by the girls.

Perenelle smiled happily, "Oh, within two years, our little prince will definitely fascinate them!"

Allen smiled and said nothing.

He did find out—he seemed to have lost a little emotion for anyone other than Edward.

He respected the housekeeper's grandfather and sister Triss, but that was also because of Edward's arrangement.

In other words, Allen didn't know if he could have feelings for outsiders, let alone such a passionate love.

Madame Maxime quickly took her leave, leaving time for the cheerful LeMay couple.

Flame happily listened to Allen's story about the past half-day, and when he heard that Allen used magic to draw an alchemy array to divert the girls' attention, he almost burst out laughing.

He tried his best to restrain himself from laughing, but still made a "ho ho" sound.

Perenelle didn't bother to stare at him—she also fell down on the sofa laughing.

Allen pursed his lips slightly and looked at them like that.

A full 5 minutes!

5 minutes!

The two old men stopped their ridicule and comforted Allen that he would grow up in two years, and he would fascinate a lot of little girls by then!

Alan:  …

He got up silently to say goodbye, and took out the portkey.Of course, he didn't forget the packaged French bread.

but……

As soon as he landed in the principal's room, Dumbledore keenly smelled the aroma of butter bread.

So all the hut bread was looted.

A certain old bee smiled and said, "Didn't you leave Austrian bread for you?"

Allen protested, "But the little hut bread has a creamy heart! Also, the taste of these two kinds of bread is similar, why did you only take the little hut bread..."

The voice of the blond crown prince faded away.

He thought of Grindelwald, now imprisoned in Nurmengard Castle in the mountains of Austria.

Allen shut his mouth, and generously gave the other party the little hut bread with buttercream.

However, when he returned to the dormitory, Draco robbed him of all the remaining bread.

Alan:  …

He said weakly, "You at least leave me some?"

The little peacock shook the homework sheet he gave, and said of course, "Your homework is too mental and labor-intensive! I need supper to make up for it!"

The blond crown prince stared blankly at the kraft paper bag protected by the little peacock, and reluctantly took out his pajamas and went to wash.

Give it a go!

After all, he is the one who is not sincere!