Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This trip to the secret room was also rewarding.

After Allen returned to the common room, he immediately ordered the three persons in charge to select girls with a height of 155-170 and proficient in using the floating spell.

He recalled today's date and was surprised to find that it was only November 11rd.

... So, it's been less than two days since Halloween?No wonder the three responsible persons have not submitted their findings yet.

The blond boy rubbed his temples and couldn't help laughing.

These two days have been really busy.

He decided to give himself a vacation...

Ah, no, tomorrow morning there is potions class for the first grade lion cubs and little snakes!

Mentioning this gives him a headache.

Everything else was easy to talk about, but Mr. Colin Creevey, who took pictures of him every time he saw him, really caused him a lot of trouble.

As the crown prince, Allen tried his best to satisfy every wish of the people.

Ultimately, he decided it was business as usual.

He went to class as usual, graded homework as usual, attended Draco's Quidditch practice as usual...

Until two days later, Alan got up at six o'clock in the morning as usual, washed and took care of himself.

He sat at the desk, took out the experimental data of the wolfsbane potion that Snape had given him, and thought about the ratio of each ingredient.

At this time, he received a letter from Flamel's badge.

The steady blond boy froze for a long while before lightly moving his fingers to open the badge panel.

I see above it says:

[Little Alan, my favorite student, good morning!

We decided to go to bed this afternoon, at three o'clock in the afternoon!It will be sunny and warm.

We both decided on the place, under the big banyan tree in the yard——

That tree is growing so well!

We buried it there, and it will definitely grow better next year!

By the way, I told Albus that nasty guy too.You remember to come with him, come earlier, your teacher's wife is going to make a big meal!

Nico Flamel]

Allen looked at the writhing letters, dazed for a moment, and could hardly see the handwriting clearly.

He closed his eyes, gently buckled the badge, and let out a long breath.

It will be a sunny Thursday.

But the Slytherin cellar was still as dark as a dark night, without the light of day.

Allen slowly got up, and the bedroom in front of him was almost shaking.

He calmly wore his outer robe, and walked out with steady steps. Outsiders could not see his dizziness at all, only the potion data that he almost forgot to put away on the desk proved all this.

He first asked Professor Flitwick for leave of Charms class in the morning, and then entrusted Snape with Potions class for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first-year students in the afternoon.

Professor Bat frowned and hissed,

"Cornwall, if your brain hasn't been trampled by trolls, you should know that such an abrupt change would mess up your poor potions master's plans.

Can the squeamish little prince speak up and tell his poor professor—what must be done? "

Allen heard only a hum.

He frowned uncertainly, and said to himself, "Borrow your teleportation array——I have an appointment with Principal Dumbledore, and I'm leaving now."

Snape frowned deeply, forming a crease between his brows.

He watched the little monster walk towards the teleportation array, grabbed the opponent by the back collar, and pushed the person half-carrying and half-dragging on the chair. Seeing the pair of sea-blue eyes lose focus for a moment, he frowned and threw the tube away. Potions past—

"Soothing potion."

The Potions Professor coldly crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "...at least it can make the stupid little prince's head react and think carefully about how to answer the professor's question."

Allen drank the potion calmly.

This made Snape absolutely certain that—

Something must have happened to this little monster, otherwise why would he drink the potion without any strangeness?

His face twisted slightly, and he said awkwardly, "Forget it, the potion professor's precious time shouldn't be wasted—the teleportation array is by the fireplace, walk slowly!"

Allen pulled the corners of his lips politely, nodded and said goodbye, and stepped into the teleportation array.

The familiar principal's office appeared in front of him.

Dumbledore stood in front of the fireplace, looking at the fiery Fox.

Seeing him enter the door, the blue eyes were a little sad, looking at him comfortingly.

"Don't be sad, child... For a man of sound mind, death is only a great adventure. Nicole for so many years..."

Allen smiled, "I know."

He repeated, "I know, sir... In fact, I have prepared a bouquet of flowers for the teacher and mistress. Please wait for me here, and allow me to go back to the Muggle world to get them."

Dumbledore nodded graciously, and used the headmaster's authority to grant him permission to Apparate, allowing him to go back and forth quickly.

Alan thanked the old headmaster for his kindness, pulled the magic line connecting Lance, and disappeared with a "poof".