Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Draco naturally stayed in this compartment, he complained, "Finally school is about to start, you don't know how boring I am at home!"

"While Quidditch is fun, you know, I'm pretty good with a broomstick...I once dodged Muggle helicopters on a broomstick!"

The little peacock is showing off unobtrusively.

Unfortunately, from Allen's point of view, this spoiled young master's disguise is terrible.

He took out a bunch of delicious things from the snack area in the suitcase, chocolate truffles, macarons, lemon sherbet candies, cranberry cookies...

They all stay in the exquisite packaging box obediently.

The little peacock's voice gradually disappeared, and he looked at this pile of strange food curiously.

Allen laughed, "Do you want to try the dessert of the Muggle world?"

"Oh!"

Draco frowned.

He admits he wants to try it, but it's too impure.

Allen took out a chocolate truffle, unwrapped the tinfoil package intently, and increased the size casually,

"The top, most expensive, exclusive to the royal family."

As soon as the words fell, Draco's brows and eyes relaxed, and he cleared his throat awkwardly, "Well, if that's the case, then I'll give it a try."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to unpack the macaron and took a bite.

Allen slowly raised his eyes with a smile, watching the young master Platinum holding the haughty hands and taking out desserts, looking at them and tasting them.

"How is it, Draco?"

Allen unconsciously showed some arrogance, "Do you like it?"

Draco's chewing slowed down, and he snorted softly. He swallowed the last mouthful of macaron, raised his chin, and said duplicity, "It's okay."

"...but I bet you'll know what real liking is when you've seen magical snacks!"

Draco raised his chin, even a little annoyed that he didn't bring some wizard snacks!

But he soon realized that there was a sale on the Hogwarts train, so the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

This poor acting...

Allen saw through his thoughts at a glance, nodded without hesitation, took out another box of macarons, and gently pushed it on the table.

Harry also meets his new friends during friendly "snack diplomacy" on their side.

After greeting Allen, Harry got off the train.

He didn't play as crazy as Alan imagined, but stood quietly at the corner of 9 3/4 station, watching the wizards coming and going, with a silly smile.

Everyone here is just like him.

They are all wizards.

Although the royal castle is luxurious and magnificent, Edward and Allen are also very kind to him, and he is very grateful to them,

but……

After all, it doesn't belong to me.

But here, here is his world!Everyone here is just like him!

When he was in a daze, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder by a tall red-haired boy, "Oh, kid! Why are you standing here so stupidly?"

"Did you get separated from your mother?"

Two identical red-haired teenagers sang together.

"But you have to walk sideways."

Fred said.

"You'll get hit here!"

George answered.

"Thank you!" Harry thanked a little shyly, and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

"Oh! Fred!"

"George!"

The twins pointed to each other and said to Harry,

"You'd better walk a little to the side, the people who will come in later must be in a hurry..."

Before the twins could finish their sentence, they were hit on the buttocks by the cart that came in suddenly.

They turned their heads, saw who was coming, and joked, "Look who this is? Fred!"

"It's our dear little brother Ronnie!"

Harry followed their line of sight and saw a little boy with red hair.

He had some freckles on his face, and a dirt on his nose, and when his brothers teased him, his face was as red as his hair, and he protested, "Fred! George!"

"What are you doing again!" A red-haired lady came in with a little girl in her arms, akimbo angrily, like an angry lion.

"Fred! George! Get on the train! The train is leaving soon!"

She said angrily, "Also! You don't even help your brother."

"Okay, Mom!" x2

Fred and George yelled, "Let's speed it up!"

They ran quickly to the train.

The little red-haired boy yelled, "Fred! George! I'm still here!"

He didn't get a response from his brothers, so he couldn't help stamping his feet, his face flushed again.

He looked away and was right in line with Harry.

Harry pointed to his case, "Need help?"

"That's great, buddy!" the boy smiled. "By the way, my name is Ron. Ron Weasley!"

The train departs as the children scramble to find their seats,

The long siren sounded, and the snow-white steam escaped in the air, filled with the laughter of the little wizards.