Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen admired the painful mask of the little peacock correcting homework for a while, and took out the teleportation array with only a rough outline in a good mood.

The short-lived happiness just now disappeared without a trace.

He almost has a headache.

——The alchemy circle is very complicated, and every change of the command requires the magic power of the entire magic circle to be rearranged.

If you want to access it for a long time, you must adjust the teleportation array to the same frequency as the inner protection of Hogwarts, otherwise, this teleportation array can only be used for a while...

Allen can only try his best to expand his perception of the magic factor, and let the magic factor slowly trace the magic pattern of the magic circle.

He closed his eyes and released his spiritual perception.

In his mind, a complex protective formation slowly took shape, vaguely outlining the outline of Hogwarts Castle.

The firefly-like magic factor continued to explore, but Allen couldn't hold it anymore.

There were bursts of tingling in his temple, and after several mental exhaustions, Allen was very used to this feeling.

He skillfully withdrew the spirit of climbing along the magic factor, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the sea-blue eyes slowly opened, looking at the current level of exploration of the castle's inner protective formation.

—Just a little bit.

The slender fingers gently hold the pencil, sinking the consciousness into the memory palace.

Relying on the path he just walked, he quickly refined the 3D magic circle in his mind, and then simply drew the outline on the paper.

Hogwarts Castle has a total of eight floors and two basements.There is a magic circle on each floor, which are connected to each other by the formations on the changing stairs.

In the end, these ten magic formations were all intertwined with the overall formation that sank into the ground of the castle, and finally merged into one.

trouble……

Allen rubbed his temples, which were swollen due to mental exhaustion, and sighed helplessly at Hogwarts' protective system.

— There is indeed capital used as a fortress of war.

——No wonder wizards all over the UK speak highly of Hogwarts' security system.

The blond crown prince gently put down the sketch of the protective array in his hand, and looked at the big squid passing leisurely outside the window.

The dark green light penetrated through the magic window, and changed into clear morning sunlight under his thoughts.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the stair formation that still needed careful perception, and gently closed the sketchbook.

Work has always been like this lately...

Whether it's the teleportation array, the search for the secret room, or even your own magic training, the progress will be delayed due to various accidents...

It's almost like God's will.

This guess made the boy frown slightly, and his sea-blue eyes darkened.

If the person standing opposite him is a god, how can he fight against him?

King Edward once warned him that he could deceive anyone, but he must tell the truth to himself.

Yes.

Allen clasped his fingers unconsciously and rubbed them vigorously until the joints turned white.

He had to admit that he was worried about that so-called "prophecy".

He worries about the one-in-a-million possibility.

Because what he pursues are things that are integrated into the soul and cannot be given up.

Draco scratched his head in despair, "What is this all about! Why do they still do such a simple thing wrong!"

Allen's thoughts were attracted by the little peacock, and he half-raised his head in relief, thankful that someone shared his pain.

You know, the process of teaching Draco alone back then was already the Waterloo in his study history.

But who would have thought that he would encounter such a strenuous student assignment in the second grade?

Allen firmly believed in Malfoy's IQ——

When he experimented with the teaching plan of Potions class, Draco, who had listened to the class three times, was making great progress in potions.

No matter from which point of view, Draco is the most suitable person to help him correct!

Looking at the current situation...

Allen sighed and got up, and adjusted the scoring criteria, "You just need to see whether they have stepped on these five points, which correspond to five levels of o, e, a, p, and d."

Draco glared at the pile of parchment, and asked, "Can I give them a t (terrible)?"

Allen coughed lightly, suppressed a smile and said, "Try not—we're gentler than Professor Snape, aren't we?"

Draco said tiredly, "I understand Professor Snape very well now, we should carry out the dean's idea and let this group of troll-brained idiots have a troll (t)!"

He snapped a quill angrily.