Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Reminded by the little peacock, Allen put away the book and withdrew the barrier field.

Lockhart shook a blank test paper and looked utterly annoyed.

"Look, what kind of unlearnable little devil is this? He didn't even write his name! I want to say, he definitely can't learn anything!"

Draco gloated and lowered his voice, "Oh, no matter who this person is, I have to boast—this is really beautifully done!"

Allen glanced at him, raised his hand halfway, and said calmly, "Professor, if it's the one with no name on it, it might be mine."

This remark caused a commotion among the girls.

How can it be?

They know His Highness is eager to learn!

This kind of thing that could not happen to Allen gave all the little wizards a strong sense of absurdity.

Even the Slytherins were amazed.

After all, Slytherin's first priority is to obey the rules in public.

The girls couldn't help thinking, could it be...is there really something wrong with this Lockhart?Otherwise, how could His Highness do this?

Between a new professor whom he was not familiar with and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince whom he had grown up with, the little Muggle-born wizards turned to Allen without much effort.

It's just that the girls couldn't help pleading for Lockhart in their hearts, wondering if there was some misunderstanding.

Lockhart got up sullenly, and pressed his hand on the cage covered with red cloth in the middle of the table.

"Oh... you!"

Allen put his hand down calmly.

I didn't see any movement from him, but Lockhart was indeed speechless, and even unable to move, he could only feel the stiffness spreading through his bones layer by layer.

——Petrochemical curse, silent curse.

Lockhart's eyes widened in horror, almost thinking he was really going to be turned to stone.

That powerless sense of life stagnation can almost destroy a weak-minded person in an instant.

But soon, he found that he could speak and move again.

He glanced at Alan in fear, and took a step back subconsciously, not sure whether it was a silent curse, or a curse carried on some artifacts collected by a pure-blood family.

In the end, he had to smile awkwardly, uncover the stubble, and show the students the cage in the middle.

"Hmm... oh! I think we can get to the point of today——

"You have to be careful, because the creature I'm going to show you is one of the most vicious and terrifying creatures in the world-the Cornish elf!!"

Draco choked on a laugh, almost dying.

He even felt that he could tolerate this stupid third-rate writer-how dare this idiot offend Alan so much!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Lockhart is going to die!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

While holding back his laughter, he couldn't restrain his brows from dancing, his whole face flushed red.

Allen erected the barrier again, and said indifferently, "Silencing Curse, laugh."

Draco finally laughed heartily.

He laughed for 5 minutes, and Allen was impatient.

But Allen really didn't want to remove the silence barrier——

That stupid Lockhart unleashed a bunch of electric blue pixies, about eight inches tall, with a small pointed face and huge eyes.

As soon as they were released from their cages, they scattered.

Some shattered windows, dousing those in the rear with broken glass; some picked up inkwells and spilled them all over the place.

They tore up textbooks, papers, and all the paintings on the walls—Lockhart frantically snatching his paintings from the elf's hands.

They turned the garbage basket upside down, grabbed their schoolbags and textbooks and threw them out of the window; two even pulled Neville's ears and hung him to the chandelier above.

Most of the students huddled under their desks, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to smack the troublesome elf with their books.

And Lockhart proudly put his hands on his hips, looking at the students in distress.

He waved his wand a little stiffly, as if waving a twig.

What's even more outrageous is that his wand was snatched by a Cornish elf!

This time, Lockhart couldn't calm down either.

He glanced at Allen, smiled awkwardly, and fled out after saying something.

The students also ran out quickly.

Alan's eyes widened in disbelief, he couldn't believe there was such a useless and irresponsible teacher!

How did Dumbledore bring him in? !

The lack of people can't be this coping method!

He suppressed his anger and stood up, calmly as if magma was about to erupt.

Sure enough, his spell casting this time was extraordinarily fierce.With a flick of the wand, the elves seemed to have their throats pinched, almost shaped like an hourglass.

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

With another wave of his wand, the elves were pinched together and thrown back into the cage so hard that the cage made a loud knock.

With the cage plug and the curtain falling, this farce was finally over.

Allen put poor Neville down, helped up some injured little wizards, handed them a few chocolates, and whispered a few words of comfort.

He cast magic again, and the powerful recovery restored everything in this classroom.

Before they had time to run out, the students got out from under the table one after another, angrily packing up their books.

Hermione stood there, dazed.

Even Ron didn't dare to complain about Lockhart at this time.

Draco laughed loudly, "Alan, I told you earlier, you shouldn't expect anything from Lockhart!"

Allen nodded helplessly, acknowledging his words.

The little peacock goes a long way, dragging the aria distorted by a smile, "Oh, Ellen - the most vicious Cornish elf, huh?"

Allen looked sideways indifferently, and said, "Since it comes from my fiefdom, I should naturally obey my orders. I have never seen a loyal knight who dared to embarrass the lord in public."

Draco paused, watching his expression carefully.

Allen was helpless, "It's not about you."

He reassured Hermione, passed some more chocolates, and asked Harry and Ron to take her back to the lounge for a while.

Afterwards, he looked at the re-sealed cage, floated it over, and said, "I'll go to the principal to explain the situation, do you want to go with me?"

Draco crossed his arms gloatingly, but hesitated, "Can you?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Allen raised his wand and tapped on the floating cage, "I'm also a school manager after all, so it's normal to inquire about school affairs."