Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Allen returned to the dormitory, all the little snakes were waiting in the common room.

Seeing him enter the door, the prefect, Miss Farley, got up and invited, "Your Highness, please sit down? Regarding the secret room, you probably have something else to tell us?"

...Slytherin shrewdness.

Allen sighed secretly, smiled and sat among the little snakes.

Farley said, "According to the Hogwarts school history, Salazar Slytherin sealed the Chamber of Secrets before leaving the school.

"...until his real heir comes to the school, he can open the secret room and release the horrible things inside."

The female prefect restrained her nod, observed Allen's expression vaguely, and said with concern,

"Legend has it that the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets will purify the school and remove all those whom Salazar deems unworthy of learning magic."

She seemed to be particularly concerned about the fate of the little Muggle wizard, and said, "Therefore, Your Highness, we are very concerned about your safety, including your people."

Alan and her looked at each other, took the black tea made by the little snakes, and put it in the palm of his hand to warm it.

Those sea-blue eyes were slightly ridiculed, and then smiled, and slowly lifted up like this, like a sun-sprayed sea surface, floating in golden light, clear and clean.

He sighed and shook his head, and said, "Dear Miss Farley, thank you for your concern."

The blond crown prince looked sideways slightly, casually looking around at all the little snakes, to see their expressions clearly.

"However, it's really overblown," he said.

He put the black tea cup aside, and the bone china cup and saucer made a crisp clashing sound, which almost shook the sight of the little snakes.

The shrewd little snakes looked at the steady and calm Highness, waiting for his next words.

Allen said softly, "Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is indeed true, and someone did open it. However, no matter what the purpose of this person is, they can't get what they want.

"—Because I'm here."

He leaned forward, his warm eyes gliding over each of them.

"Some people may think that I am a pure-blood, and it is impossible for the monsters in the secret room to hurt me...

"Or maybe some people think that maybe Harry Potter is really the heir of Slytherin. After all, the Sorting Hat did consider sorting him into this house."

Allen smiled lightly, with some sarcasm.

"——I can tell you responsibly that this school does have an heir, but it is by no means Harry Potter.

"You can put aside this wrong answer and move in the right direction."

The little snakes looked at each other secretly, and they were all faintly excited.

—The Heir of Slytherin is real!

Several little snakes couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, do you know the identity of the heir?"

Allen looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Of course—no one in this world knows him better than me."

He lightly looked at the black teacup filled with aroma, put his fingers on top of the cup, felt the warm steam, and vaguely blocked the expression of those aquamarine eyes.

"...and one more thing."

The blond boy raised his eyes and said, "If it's convenient for everyone, please tell me your height data, spell proficiency, and favorite subjects——

"I intend to give you some spell training. In such an eventful time, this is not a bad thing."

Farley said respectfully, "Your Highness, leave this matter to me, and I will collect the information!"

Allen looked at her with a smile, "This is great—with your ability, it must be sorted out soon?"

Farley nodded slightly, and tentatively said, "Of course we are honored that you want to teach us spells!"

"Oh?"

The blond boy sighed softly, "How dare you pretend to teach? If you don't say anything else, you are very proficient in spells, aren't you?"

He got up and said, "Then, I leave the statistical information to you. And—"

The sea-blue eyes carried some warning, "Once the story about the Chamber of Secrets gets out, all eyes of the school will be on us Slytherins.

"During this period, I don't want to hear any rumors coming out of Slytherin, which would dishonor Slytherin's glory."

Farley stood up after him, and said respectfully, "Don't worry."

This coming and going has finally come to an end.

Draco got up with a yawn, walked to Alan's side, and motioned to go back to bed together.

Allen smiled, raised his hand and said, "By the way, Miss Farley. If you have any questions and you can't find me, you can ask Draco to pass them on."

Draco was taken aback for a moment, quickly put on his demeanor of being the leader of Slytherin, and nodded with his chest straightened out.

Farley's eyes moved to the little peacock with its tail open, and lowered its eyes vaguely.

...What does His Royal Highness think about appointing Malfoy as his agent?

Although Draco Malfoy is Malfoy's heir, he is too simple, not like a Malfoy.

Can such an agent really handle the things that are explained to him?

Or, is this Highness trying to seize Malfoy's property?

She didn't show it on her face, but her thoughts flashed quickly, she restrained her knees and saluted, and said, "Yes!"