Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This defense against the dark arts class is too exciting.

When the students left the classroom angrily, all the classes were still in session.

This gave Alan a lot of convenience, at least he didn't have to deal with the little boy holding a magic camera to take pictures everywhere.

Fortunately, the kid also admired Harry very much.

Therefore, on the second day after being entangled, Alan recommended Colin Creevey, a kid who had no clue and always liked to join in the fun, to Harry.

Of course—

The salvation of the wizarding world is mainly more proof of the existence of the wizarding world than the Muggle crown prince.

Harry couldn't help feeling resentful, but couldn't find Alan, so he had no choice but to avoid Colin.

He even thought about carrying an invisibility cloak with him.

Allen has already implemented it.

As long as he saw the little blond boy from a distance, he would turn a corner inadvertently, and the illusion spell would be superimposed on him immediately.

Draco laughed at him countless times, making fun of the helplessness of the sage crown prince.

Allen had no choice but to answer, "Yes, members of the royal family must try their best to meet the requests of the people. If the request is not too outrageous, it is generally not allowed to refuse."

He said helplessly, "So sometimes, I can only try my best to avoid it."

Now the little peacock is still teasing about it, "Oh, it's a good thing you haven't finished class yet, otherwise you'd have to deal with another Muggleborn!"

Allen walked slowly to the principal's office, and suddenly said, "Draco, what do you think about adding an elevator to Hogwarts? Or making some teleportation circles?"

Draco nodded without hesitation, "Sure! It doesn't matter if you have it or not, anyway, our two families pay the most."

Speaking of this, he became even angrier, "So many Galleons are sent to Hogwarts every year, just hire me to teach this idiot!"

Allen felt the same way.

He only transferred another fifty thousand Galleons to the Hogwarts vault during the summer vacation.

But he still didn't express his opinion, not adding fuel to the fire at this time.

The blond boy changed the subject thoughtfully, "Compared to this, why don't you think about whether you want the Ministry of Magic's elevator or the teleportation array?"

Draco bumped into his shoulder, and said with a smirk, "It's useless to say, which one is cooler to use! Compared with the elevator in the bad street of the Ministry of Magic, isn't the teleportation array faster?"

Well, he has made his choice known.

Allen laughed, nodded and said, "Then teleportation array."

"How long will it take..."

The little peacock was obviously looking forward to it, and said awkwardly, "I'm not in a hurry, even climbing stairs every day is really tiring."

Allen replied with a smile, "This is also fast, give me ten days to draw a draft - mainly to see how to connect with the Hogwarts castle defense circle."

After getting the answer he wanted, the little peacock was happy, and followed him peacefully to the principal's office.

Allen stood in front of the familiar gargoyle, pulled out Honeydukes' dessert list from the memory palace, and read it aloud.

Draco stared at him in shock, then even more shocked to see the gargoyle jump away.

He followed Allen up the spiral staircase blankly, and was entertained by Dumbledore to sit down in a daze.

By the time he came back to his senses, Alan had already finished his courtesy with the old man opposite him.

Dumbledore looked at Draco, his blue eyes tolerated, "Oh, Mr. Malfoy is here too, would you like some candy?"

Draco reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of disgust between his brows.

He really looks like Lucius now.

Allen took the topic, "Sir, I'm here to ask you something."

The old man sighed faintly, and said, "Ah... I guessed it, it's because of Professor Lockhart?"

The blond boy managed to give him a polite smile, "Yes, Professor. I think you should have heard about the accident in the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"—it was, after all, a very unpleasant surprise."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

Allen continued, "Forgive me for the offense. Since I became conscious, I have never refuted the teacher in class. However, you should understand that my time is very precious, and every minute and every second should not be wasted.

"I came to the principal's office today, and I only have two questions. First, can the Defense Against the Dark Arts class change the professor? Second, if not, how can Lockhart make up for wasting the students' time?"

Dumbledore smiled with some relief, and said thoughtfully, "I'm afraid not."

The old man handed him a piece of mango pudding helplessly, and explained, "Actually, in the whole of last year, only one wizard, Lockhart, submitted this position..."

Alan:  …

He frowned. "Or because of Voldemort's curse? Even if he was thwarted again last year?"

Draco shuddered suddenly, and tugged at Alan's arm, "Alan, don't mention that person's name!"

Allen had no choice but to restrain his words, and continued to ask, "So, how do you plan to make up for what the students have left behind?"

The old man blinked and twirled the candy guiltily, but said quickly, "Severus might be up to the task."

Draco pouted.

—Look at the eccentric old bee!

Allen also refused bluntly, "No, he doesn't have time. In the small class on the first day of school, I already promised the professor to study potions with him."

Draco: ...

How many tasks did this blond jerk give himself?Isn't this the first week of school?Model workers are not afraid of sudden death!

Dumbledore obviously didn't expect this either.

The old headmaster blinked and talked about him from left to right, "Speaking of which, you can also go to divination class next week - I told Professor Trelawney about it."

He handed over a piece of parchment, "This is the time and address of the class."

Draco: ...

How come? !

The little peacock's face is turning green.

Allen's face still didn't change much, but he was quite indifferent—it was another class he had to go to.

The blond crown prince was a little anxious.

He really wanted to devote all his energy to spell training, but had to be distracted by many things.

Restraining his impatience, he reached for the note smoothly, folded it and put it in his pocket, and said, "If you don't have any arrangements, maybe you can listen to my suggestion."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

Dumbledore leaned forward lovingly.

Allen said, "Miss Diana Sharp, the prefect of Ravenclaw, founded a spell practice society within the range of Muggle-born wizards last semester.

"...I heard that the effect is good, maybe you can find a reliable professor to start one."

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, his blue eyes looked at Allen through the lens, raised his eyebrows tacitly, and agreed,

"Yes, Miss Sharp is excellent. When I was in Muggle college, I heard them discuss the two of you - that you might be engaged?"

Draco turned his head sharply and exclaimed, "What?! You and Sharp?"

The old urchin gossips with a smile, "It is said that Diana is the only girl invited to spend Christmas at Sandringham Palace?"

The little peacock looks a little weird.

...The co-author has already gone to the palace to play in advance?The nasty blond bastard!

Allen chuckled and replied, "Harry is also the only boy invited to Balmoral. If you are willing to be the savior, I can marry both."

Dumbledore choked.

... This child's speech is really choking today!