Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The little wizards had a great time in this Potions class.

Most of the students finish the task 10 minutes before the end of get out of class.They excitedly held their test tubes, lined up obediently, and submitted potions to Allen one by one.

The little snakes are very neat, they will leave as soon as they are handed over, and they will never stay.

Although the relationship between them and Allen has eased a lot, it is impossible to get the pampering of His Highness like the Muggleborn.

The Muggle lion cubs wagged their tails one by one, showing silly smiles, and stood in front of Allen waiting for the result.

Allen could only smile, observing the color, consistency and efficacy one by one, and scoring them one by one.

Yes, he even did the job of scoring.

In the Potions class last Monday, Alan restrained and said that he has learned almost the same in other courses, and he can spare some time this school year.

He restrained himself and said, "Potion is a very important subject after all, I also want to do more research on it, I wonder if you will bother?

"Of course, it would be best if you don't touch those 'flexible' potion ingredients—if you trust my level, I can correct the homework for you."

I still don't want to touch the potion ingredients...

Snape's face became darker and darker, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly when he heard the last sentence.

Ok?

Freed him from the horrific, stupid, gibberish homework pile of trolls, so a student who wasn't too fond of potion ingredients could live with it.

Snape smiled, but that face had been frozen all year round, and outsiders could see it as just a twitch of his mouth.

Fortunately, Alan is not an ordinary person. He quickly understood the meaning of the Potions professor, and with the acquiescence of the other party, he sat across the desk and took out a pen to correct his homework.

Snape curled his lips, and said in a strange way, "Ah... the squeamish little prince, even if he entered the wizarding world for a whole year, he still can't adapt to the poor, backward, and poor wizarding world?

"—poor Quill will really cry about it!"

He spoke exaggeratedly, his cello-like voice passing softly and quickly.

Alan:  …

This mouth really ruined this rare voice...

He quickly corrected the homework without moving, and asked, "Do you have any other requirements?"

Snape snorted, sat across the desk, pushed all the homework parchments towards him in disgust, and said,

"Listen, Cornwall - Potions for first and second years are yours too."

Allen: ...?

The smooth pen stopped for a moment, he hesitated and raised his eyes, and confirmed, "What?"

Snape laughed mockingly, propped his hands on the table, looked at him with interest, and said, "The potions class of the first and second grades is entrusted to you—the potions assistant?"

"..."

Allen said with difficulty, "It's okay for others, but Colin..."

"That's your business."

The old bat cut off his words ruthlessly, with a hint of sarcasm in his soft voice.

"Oh? The Muggle crown prince who is getting more and more prestigious is also unable to cope with his alive and kicking troll people? Really let his poor old professor see it!"

Alan:  …

What can he say?

He came back to his senses and quickly assessed the level of the potion.

"One o, Miss Granger..."

"One e+, Mr. Potter."

"One o, Mr. Malfoy."

"..."

"An e-, Mr. Longbottom."

As for Seamus who didn't have time to make another one, Alan coughed lightly, reassuring him that he would be fine next time.

Everyone happily ran back to their seats.

- They all got the highest score ever!

Allen explained, "If there are no accidents, I will take care of your Potions class throughout this school year—I hope you can make progress with me."

The little wizards almost shouted with joy.

Even the little snakes lit up their eyes.

——No Snake King!No venom!No dreaded "t"!

Gryffindors are even happier!

——No points deducted!No points deducted!No points deducted!

Snape snorted coldly.

The Snake King's prestige was very strong, and the children fell silent like a cicada, and the whole classroom could hear the needle drop.

Allen smiled slightly, just as the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

He said briskly, "get out of class is over!"

The students in the room disappeared within ten seconds.

Draco was a little slower, indicating that he would save a place for him in the auditorium, then tucked his tail, and slipped away under the gaze of the Snake King.

Allen turned around and looked at Professor Bat behind him, and suggested, "Professor, maybe...you can leave it to me for the next courses with complete confidence? I mean, you don't have to come."

Snape looked at him coldly, folded his arms mockingly, "Then one day, when the poor Potions professor was researching new potions, feeling the wonderful aroma of the liquid in the cauldron...

"Suddenly pulled from the office by the buzzing old bee, telling me that all the students are in the medical wing because of their own stupidity and the error of some potions assistant?"

Alan:  …

He angrily put the scoring book in his hand on the podium, and complained, "Even if you are the head of Slytherin, I have to say——can't you speak normally?"

Snape stared viciously.

Without hesitation, Allen looked back firmly and said, "If you are worried about the safety of the students, you can speak up.

"If you satirize their intelligence first, and then despise my dereliction of duty, even if you actually help us, it will be difficult to get sincere gratitude from the children."

Snape sneered, hooking the corners of his mouth, and said stiffly, "Yeah - a bunch of little trolls whose brains are stuffed with achnatherum! What can the poor potions professor expect from them?"

Allen took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to go back, and said,

"Be reasonable, Professor! Your poor assistant is acting as an elder, telling you to be frank?

"—Frankness! Straightforwardness and sincerity are the source of all beauty and trust! If you do this, I believe the students will like you!"

Snape looked as if he had been forced to swallow ten thousand flies.

He said with an ugly face, "Mind yourself, Cornwall!"

The Potions Professor strode away, the black robe behind him tumbling violently, as if fleeing.

Allen is comfortable.

He let out a long breath, really afraid that he would become the second Snape in this short school year.

think about it--

Facing media inquiries, the crown prince, dressed up to attend, said, "Turn your microphone back a little, your poor crown prince will be poked into a hornet's nest by everyone!"

Allen shuddered, he couldn't imagine Edward's expression!

— what a disaster!