Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Alan's Potions class is very popular.

A lot of senior students were tortured by Snape, their eyes were blind, and they complained why Alan was only in the second grade.

Professor McGonagall had also heard about it, and praised him in his small class on Tuesday night.

Professor Maomao held the wand in both hands, shrugged slightly, "Oh, Alan... I don't want to speak ill of my colleagues, but you know Severus's..."

She worried, "In fact, for so long, I have been worried that children will get tired of learning as soon as they hear the word potion...

"I had a student who works at St. Mungo's now. He's a good doctor, but he freaks out when he hears potions...  

"In the end, they had to give him a job that didn't require brewing potions..."

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

...It seems that the black-robed professor has caused an indelible psychological shadow on some students!

What an unfortunate situation, a moment of silence for the senior.

Professor McGonagall sighed and sat behind his desk.

"Since Severus trusts you and is willing to entrust the first and second grade students to you, please teach them carefully - this is when they are most interested in everything.

"—protect their enthusiasm for knowledge."

"You know, how much influence a suitable guide can have on a growing child."

"Yeah, I know."

Allen nodded slightly. In this field, no one has more say than him.After all, it is all thanks to Edward's careful teaching that he can be what he is today.

He comforted, "Don't worry, I will do my best."

The simple conversation ended quickly, and the two began to discuss the essence of high-level transformation.

The blond crown prince has been trying to combine Muggle science with magical theory. He convinced Flamel on alchemy and Dumbledore on a wide range of subjects.

Next, he began to think about the impact of Transfiguration on the human body.

"... yes, Muggles believe that the inner structure of everything is supported by unique atoms and molecules.

"So, using Transfiguration to change objects, even from animals to still lifes, does their internal structure change?

"Bones, internal organs, muscles, blood vessels... We already know that transfiguration will change these. But we also all know that once the magic support of deformation is lost, these objects will become the same again."

Allen said slowly, "Therefore, I have been thinking about the ultimate nature of transformation. After all, this is also a skill that can be used in combat."

"Yes, but it's difficult." Professor McGonagall said lovingly.

"Few wizards use Transfiguration in battle - not because they can't, but because it requires a wizard to think.

"In a tense combat environment, even I, who is the most proficient in transfiguration, cannot guarantee that I will be able to transform urgently without any problems."

Allen laughed, restrained and revealed, "But, professor—isn't the purpose of fighting to hurt the other party?"

In order not to arouse Professor Mao Mao's analogy between him and Grindelwald, Allen quickly added, "It's just an academic discussion——

"If it's Voldemort—I'm sorry, Professor—the struggle in the presence of the mysterious man, the failed Transfiguration can even destroy the fighting power of the dark wizard..."

Professor McGonagall touched the handle of his wand and looked at him sadly.

After a while, the serious and stereotyped witch sighed and said, "Alan, they were also students of this school..."

Allen clenched his fist to his lips and comforted, "The mysterious man is gone, Professor—he was defeated again."

"It won't happen again," he said firmly.

Professor McGonagall looked at him, patted him on the shoulder, and advised, "Alan, you are the best student of this generation. If something happens in the future... please protect Hogwarts."

Allen nodded and said, "I swear in the name of Slytherin, Professor."

Professor Maomao smiled gratifiedly.

After returning to the dormitory, Salazar floated out happily.

He folded his arms and half leaned back in the armchair, sighing, "Little brat, why don't you remember that you have Slytherin's blood?"

Allen let him float, walked to the bookshelf and said, "I never forgot."

He frowned slightly and asked, "Ancestor, is there a place where you can train your magic power without being disturbed?"

Salazar was concentrating on stretching the portrait, and said after hearing the words, "The Room of Requirement."

Allen laughed, walked to the sofa and sat down, explaining, "Since the liaison meeting was held in the Room of Requirement, that room has almost become an open secret.

"Many times, when I wandered in front of the troll tapestry, there were already people inside."

It was rare for Salazar to see him deflated, and he was in a good mood.

Snake Ancestor said badly, "Then don't practice, anyway, your current magic power and 'Zeus' are enough."

Allen smiled, his sea-blue eyes looked warm, and said, "But His Majesty doesn't think so. I think you heard his request—"

"Beat Dumbledore." Salazar raised his voice and gloated, "Otherwise he won't allow you to go to Germany as an exchange student."

Facing the angry ancestor, Alan was helpless.

He reached out and took the portrait down, shaking it slightly.

"Ancestor? If you don't tell me a place you can go, I'll give you to Dumbledore!"

Salazar was full of smiles and paused every word, "Then I will tell him about the existence of 'Zeus'."

Allen said indifferently, "I've changed my mind—maybe I should put you back in the Demon Sealing Domain?"

Snake Ancestor: ...

He gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and said, "Okay, okay—the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets! No one will ever find this place, not even if the three of them are reborn!"