Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It wasn't until he strode out of the dizzying classroom that Alan felt a little better.

He walked down the spiral staircase, restrained and clenched his fists tightly, not thinking about everything the professor said.

[All your pursuits are in vain...

[Give up those demented delusions and go back to where you should be...]

The blond boy bit his lip, trying hard to maintain the demeanor of the crown prince.

For the past year, he has only pursued one thing...

his mother.

Could it be that the ordinary happiness that everyone possesses has become an untouchable falsehood for him?

When Draco chased him out, he saw Allen holding onto the wall a little bit unbearably.

He hurried over to help him up, watching in horror the bright red blood dripping from the corner of Alan's lips.

"Hey……"

The platinum peacock was about to die of fright. He pulled Alan's wrist, trying not to let the blond boy fall down, and said with a cry in his voice, "Hey, Alan... don't fall down, I can't find the way back... "

Allen shook his head, holding on to the wall with difficulty.

He calmed down and comforted the little peacock next to him, "Don't cry, Draco...I'm fine..."

"You're vomiting blood!" Draco yelled, "Lead the way when you're awake, let's go to the medical wing!"

"No……"

Allen frowned, and raised his hand to caress the corner of his lips. The soreness of touching the wound made him "hiss" softly.

At the same time, he saw the dazzling red blood on his finger.

He pursed his lips, pressed all the blood back to his teeth, and said, "Draco, don't worry—I accidentally bit my lip."

Platinum Peacock tried hard to calm down, and indeed saw the bitten wound on his mouth that was oozing blood, and finally let out a long breath.

He patted the blond boy on the shoulder comfortingly, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief and handed it over, "Oh, Ellen—don't listen to her, she's a crazy woman! Many prophets live by deception!"

Allen smiled lightly, and pushed the veil back, "But Trelawney is a famous family of prophecies—shouldn't you believe her?"

Draco's eyes widened, and he said awkwardly, "Then who knows if she has inherited this talent?"

This nonsense made Allen feel better.

He raised his hand to caress the corner of his mouth, and the wounds and bloodstains disappeared completely, even the slight traces of stains on his clothes were removed.

He stood up straight, showing a smile, and he was the perfect crown prince again.

Draco looked at him complicatedly, and followed him back without saying a word.

Allen had no choice but to find a topic, "Draco, I have found a way to access the Hogwarts protective circle. In a few days, you will be able to see the teleportation circle outside the lounge..."

The more he behaved as usual, the sadder Master Malfoy became.

Platinum Peacock finally couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "You stupid blond bastard! Forget about that damn teleportation array! Can't you take a few days off?"

Allen stared blankly at his outburst, his sea-blue eyes filled with surprise.

This was another unexpected behavior, and he almost couldn't find the rules to deal with it.

While cursing, Draco dragged him back, "Okay, Your Highness! I know you have a lot to do every day, but if you don't take care of yourself, you really can't get anything!"

Allen was tripped twice, and then he recovered to hold the peacock that exploded--

"Draco, thank you for your concern."

He stood firm, "But Trelawney's so-called 'prophecy' will never come true—I will get everything I deserve."

The platinum peacock looked with flushed eye sockets, seeing that pair of sea blue eyes re-established in such a short period of time.

The blond jerk across the way smiled softly.

He said, "I am the future king, I am the future supreme head of the state religion - if God's blessing, King Edward and I, are the most worthy people in the world to have it."

Allen looked firmly at the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and said softly, "The so-called goddess of fate is just an insignificant subject before God."

Draco curled his lips secretly, not intending to debate the nobility of a wizard with someone he couldn't beat at this time.

But he soon had no chance to debate.

—that blond jerk was busy again soon.

After all, Potions class is one of the main classes.

Even if the main course is held in both colleges, each college has only one Potions class, and Alan is responsible for the first and second grades, so he still needs to take four classes this week.

What's more, he is also responsible for the homework of the fifth grade.

(Professor Bat is still interested in the sixth and seventh grade improvement classes.)

God knows, how on earth did these little wizards write such assignments?

Alan rubbed his head, feeling that he was mentally polluted.

Forget about grades three to five, Snape's lectures are very concise, not as detailed as his.Therefore, it is understandable that there will be a lot of trivial problems.

But first grade and second grade...

This is taught by him himself!

Even because of preparing lessons for potions, Draco was narrated by him for a long time every day, until he sluggishly ensured that the troll could understand...

So, what is it that this group of little wizards can make mistakes in lessons that even trolls can understand?

Or simply forget about something that has been emphasized a dozen times?

Allen's expression was a little dull, and he was ridiculed by Draco and Salazar in turn.

He rubbed his forehead and looked at the gloating little peacock, his sea blue eyes slowly lit up.

Draco: ...

The little peacock was about to run away, but was caught by the tail and crushed into the mountain where the homework was corrected.

He looked at the pile of homework angrily, and gritted his teeth, "Isn't the person in charge doing this kind of work?"

Alan was in a good mood to push the most troublesome part out.

He leaned on the sofa with a cup of black tea, and casually comforted him, "But who can be trusted more than you? Besides, don't you want to see the teleportation array as soon as possible?"

Staring at the pile of homework in front of him, Draco reluctantly picked up the quill.