Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next morning, Harry woke up early in the morning, and when the valet went to call him, he was already washed and dressed for departure.

It seemed that going to the Weasleys did make him happy.

Allen drank the milk slowly, and listened to Edward's instructions, "I heard from you that their family is very lively, I hope you can get along well-don't forget the gift."

His Majesty the King looked at Harry again, and said gently, "Harry, if you like there, you can stay for a few days. When you want to come back, send a letter to Allen, and he will pick you up."

Harry nodded heavily, swallowed the butter bun in his hand, and showed a big smile.

The king restrained himself from looking away and coughed lightly.

Allen put down the milk glass decisively, raised his handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

He said gently, "Is your meal ready? We'll set off when we're done."

Harry immediately took a sip of the milk, wiped his mouth after being reminded by the waiter, and then happily put on a robe to bid farewell to His Majesty the King.

Allen leaned over to caress his heart, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will come back as soon as I go."

Edward patted his son on the shoulder—yes, since Allen grew to 170, he never let him touch his head again.

Allen smiled, reached out his hand to Harry, and said softly, "Hold it tight."

He smiled mischievously and disapparated.

A familiar sense of pipe squeeze came, and when the blond crown prince looked up again, he saw the familiar "The Burrow" sign.

——The savior vomited faintly beside him.

The Weasley twins were beside them, holding the goblin and exclaiming, "Oh!"

They threw the goblin out in unison, then patted Harry's back left and right, and said in disgust, "Oh, dear savior..."

"You've caused us a lot of trouble."

Allen smiled and shook his head, waved his wand, and the pool of filth disappeared.

The twins exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! George!"

"Oh, Fred!"

"Look what we found?"

"—The little prince who can use magic!"

"—our patron!"

"Long live!" x2

Percy came out dressed neatly, and said with a serious expression, "You two—oh, Your Highness!"

He saluted politely, and greeted Alan warmly, "I also told them that you will definitely arrive on time! Exactly eight o'clock—come in quickly, Your Highness! Harry, come quickly too!"

He surrounded Allen and entered the house, leaving the Weasley twins with dissatisfied faces.

Harry heard them say, "Oh! boring Percy!"

"Damn Percy!"

The twins tried their best to save face for the older brother, and walked in with Harry on one side and the other on the right.

Almost all of the Weasleys were already seated at the dining table.

Arthur Weasley sat in the first place, and had a good chat with Allen on his left, exaggerating about the transformation ideas of the speeding car.

Harry followed the twins and sat among the children, with Ron and Ginny next to him.

The little girl deliberately braided her hair, changed into beautiful clothes, and blushed so much that she dared not look up.

Harry was sitting on pins and needles amidst the half-smiles of the Weasleys, and couldn't help looking at Allen, but...

The blond crown prince was seriously thinking about Mr. Weasley's flying car modification plan.

He responded, "Sir, in this case, what do you think about adding some alchemy protection circles?"

Mr. Weasley was overjoyed. He stood up, still holding a knife and fork, and clenched his fists enthusiastically, "Oh! This is great, Alan! Let's go..."

"Arthur!"

Mrs. Molly roared, strode over with a pot and a spatula, added bacon to everyone's plate, and angrily said, "Don't try to spoil Alan!"

She calmed down again, and said to Harry and Ellen, "Oh, eat more, good children!"

Allen lightly blocked the plate, trying to struggle, "I've had breakfast, ma'am—thank you for your generosity."

"Oh, it's okay, eat more!"

Mrs. Mollie added a large piece to him and Harry - Ellen's face stiffened - and a small piece to her own child.

"Oh, Ron - not much bacon!"

Allen clenched his fist to his lips in embarrassment, and coughed lightly.As soon as Mrs. Weasley was gone, he looked at the Weasley twins for help.

The twins looked over tacitly, and one quickly picked up his plate, poured the bacon into his own plate, and winked at him.

Ron glared at one of the twins as he snatched the bacon off their plate.

Harry silently forked his share onto Ron's plate.

"Oh! Thanks brother!"

Looking at this silent farce, Percy blushed slightly in embarrassment, and said softly, "Oh, Your Highness, don't be surprised—they always make such a fuss."

Alan took his plate with a smile, performed table manners, took a piece of fried potato and slowly cut it, and replied, "It's okay, Percy. I remember you will be in the sixth grade after school starts. Do you have any career plans?" ?”

He said gently, "If you're interested in entering the Ministry of Magic - I just happen to have a word or two with the Minister."

Percy straightened his back and said excitedly, "Oh, that's great! I've always wanted to be a Ministry employee—

"According to my original intention, it is best to enter the Department of Law Enforcement. Of course, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Transportation are also good!"

Allen nodded with a smile, "It's not urgent. Let's meet the minister next summer vacation. Maybe we can ask him to help arrange it?"

Percy smiled contentedly, and handed Alan a glass of milk graciously.

The Weasley twins rolled their eyes and whispered,

"Oh, George—"

"Yes, I saw it, Fred!"

"Boring Percy!"

"Percy, yearning for power!"

The two of them were disrupting the situation again, and Percy gave them a hard look, and when Mr. Weasley called Alan's attention away, he smashed a piece of bread on their plate.

"--Shut up!"

When Mrs. Weasley came over again, the dining table was peaceful again.

Molly sat happily at Mr. Weasley's right hand. After a busy morning, she could finally sit down to eat.

Allen was really unbearable.

He thought, how about... kidnap another house-elf from Lucius?

Or ask Fudge for one?

The Department for the Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts has a lot of house-elves, and it's hard to find a buyer!