Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

There is only one week left until the final exams.

The little wizards were extremely nervous, and Alan sent hundreds of boxes of macarons and chocolates every day, which could not cover their consumption.

No one else said it, but Harry was tense to death.

He was worried about his own exam, fearing that he would be expelled from Hogwarts if he failed the exam; he was also worried about Snape's existence, always afraid that the other party would break into the trapdoor and steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Under such circumstances, Allen had no choice but to sit in the library in person, look at his Muggle homework, and help every little wizard with problems by the way.

Harry was sitting next to him, and he could be said to have enjoyed a five-star treatment.

The poor savior murmured in a low voice, "Your Highness...what if Snape enters the trap door at this moment?"

Allen had no choice but to patiently break it apart and explain it to him.

"Harry, listen -

"First, no one will rob in broad daylight, not to mention there is a Dumbledore next to him;

"Second, Dumbledore will never leave Hogwarts before the exam is over, and whoever wants to steal the stone will not choose before that...so you can prepare for the exam with peace of mind;

Third, I'm still here! "

The crown prince pressed Harry's shoulder firmly, "With me here, it's not your turn to take the risk."

Harry wiped away the tears from his face, and said in a sobbing voice, "Your Highness, my head hurts...the scar hurts all the time, I can't sleep or eat because of the pain..."

Allen gently stroked the messy black hair, looking at the peculiar lightning scar thoughtfully.

——The scar of Avada Kedavra.

He gathered the magic factors in his hands and gently placed them on Harry's forehead, letting them in to investigate the situation.

Soon, the magic factor came out to respond.

—a cursed, foul-smelling thing inhabits it.

Allen: ...?

Why is this description so familiar?

Oh, it's Voldemort.

This is no ordinary black magic wound after all.

Allen can use the healing technique of black magic Unicom to eliminate the wound of the blood curse, but he is not sure whether he can remove the traces of the death curse.

In particular, throughout the ages, Harry is the only one who can survive the death curse.

Who knows what the side effects might be?

In this matter, he has no room for reference.

Allen thought about it, skillfully opened a small area of ​​demon sealing, and simply sealed off that area of ​​scars.

Rubbing Harry's forehead, he asked, "Is it better?"

Harry blinked his eyes.

The emerald green eyes were still full of tears, and there was a hint of surprise, and then excited.

The savior jumped three feet happily, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

This sound was deafening. He should really thank Allen for the silencing spell, otherwise he would have been thrown out by Mrs. Pince.

Harry quickly realized this, sat down with a guilty conscience, buried his head in the book, and looked at Alan excitedly, "It really doesn't hurt anymore, Your Highness!"

He pressed, "What did you do? Can you teach me? This works great!"

Allen shook his head with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't teach you—this involves too many theories, and you won't be able to learn it in a short time."

He smiled and threatened the savior, "It took me three months of research to understand something."

Harry immediately looked up at the mountain.

——This is something that can haunt Allen for three months!

He had no choice but to say, "Then... If my scar hurts again, can I come to you for help?"

Allen nodded tolerantly, "Of course, Harry. I'm glad I can help you!"

The savior happily hugged the book and went to look for Hermione, but he couldn't laugh anymore.

The little witch gave him a long list of necessary points, and supervised him with a straight face.

— Now, he has no excuse for a headache.

Ron smiled gloatingly.

—Look, brother!Why did you take the initiative to tell her!

In such a tense final review, the students finally ushered in the final exam.

They walked out of each examination room top-heavy, and walked into the next examination room top-heavy.

Allen looked curiously at the anti-cheating quill.

In order to study this magical creation, he quickly finished writing the answer, handed the paper to the invigilator, and sat in his seat to study it for a while.

Oh……

Allen lost interest.

It turned out to be a variant of housework magic...

He handed in the quill, turned his head and left the examination room, bringing a burst of exhausted sighs from the little wizards.

In the spell test, Allen made Pineapple grow legs and put it in a beautiful court dress.

With a wave of his wand, he made the pineapple waltz like a demure gentleman, before suddenly turning into a tap dance.

Professor Flitwick laughed so hard that he grabbed the handle of the mechanical leg and almost fell.

As for the Transfiguration exam, Allen easily transformed a mouse into an ivory and golden snuff bottle.

The complicated and beautiful pattern fascinated Professor McGonagall for a while, and he was a little reluctant to change it back.

As for the Potions exam that all students dread the most...

The Cellar Snake King never glanced at Allen.After he handed in the amnesia potion very quickly, Professor Heipao also arrested him as a matter of course.

Finally, when the last history of magic exam was over, all the students—except Alan—showed the smiles of the survivors.

They discussed the perverted topic and complained about the extremely difficult exams of each class...

Allen set up an afternoon tea by the Black Lake, and Draco sat beside him in high spirits.

"Oh, Ellen!"

The little peacock raised its tail and said, "I dare say, except for Granger, no one has a chance to compete with me for the second place!"

Allen smiled and complimented him, "Master Malfoy has worked so hard, of course he will get such a reward."

The three Gryffindors saw them in the distance, and Harry and Ron ran towards them excitedly. Hermione stomped her feet and followed suit.

Ron still liked macarons very much, and Hermione took a bun with restraint.

Harry was much more relaxed. He sat next to Allen, biting a bun, and drinking black tea from time to time.

... Allen felt distressed after drinking.

This savior drank Dahongpao like water!

Does he know how precious the Dahongpao is?After sending two packs to Malfoy, the royal family's stock is really running low!

The savior sighed, "Why is this tea so fragrant?"

Alan:  …

He tried his best to restrain himself, and comforted the three who had been beaten by the final exam—especially Hermione, who was so nervous that she was silent.

Ron shook his head, "Actually, Alan, I think I did well in the exam."

He broke down, "But I really don't want Hermione to be chased to get the answer right after the exam!"

Harry nodded sympathetically, forgetting to nibble on the bun.

It is conceivable that the answer did bring them great trauma.

Allen looked at Harry meaningfully and sighed, "The exam is over."

——The trial of the savior is about to begin!