Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

A week passed smoothly.

During this period, no one noticed that something was wrong with Allen, even Harry, who was always very sensitive to people's emotions.

Speaking of Harry, the savior doesn't know what he's been up to lately.The small heads of the trio got together when they had time, and even Diana didn't know about Hermione's recent movements.

Listen to Draco laughing...

Well, listen to Master Malfoy who was forced to listen to an outrageous Defense Against the Dark Arts class because of the absence of the Muggle Crown Prince and the lack of a Confusion Barrier.

Harry was forced to play a ridiculous werewolf in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class he was absent from last week.

The poor savior was thrown to the ground by Lockhart, with his face pressed against the dirty floor, and he had to pretend to howl like the werewolf defeated by Lockhart.

Alan:  …

For a moment, he didn't know whether to question the extent of Lockhart's idiot, or to sympathize with Harry's tragic experience.

Probably because of Allen's recent defense against the Dark Arts class, including his absence last week, Lockhart has gone from drawing people to read his adventure stories to becoming more and more blatant.

——Ask students to play a story.

For Harry, this was really a painful experience.Because once he showed up in class, Lockhart was bound to draw him.

This idiot professor seems to have some disgusting thoughts - he thinks that defeating the savior will show his superb level of magic.

...Even if this savior is only in the second grade, he hasn't even mastered a few spells.

Speaking of which, the three persons in charge handed over the list of students who had been screened layer by layer, a total of 23 students.Among them, there are 15 people of Muggle kind, and there are [-] people of pure blood and mixed blood.

Notably, Ginny Weasley is also on the pure-blood list.

Allen thought about it, and finally decided to screen the suspicion of Muggle-born first.

If Voldemort really wanted to use the Chamber of Secrets to cause panic, it would make more sense to start with the Muggleborn.

He ordered the three persons in charge to interview the fifteen Muggleborns one by one, asking if they had come into contact with any strange magical items or seen any strange people.

... Cough, let's not mention those spoilers.

Today's Quidditch match is Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.

The little wizards didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, they all wanted to see how these two opposing academies competed.

Although Slytherin has been very restrained in the past year, and has hardly publicly expressed discrimination against Muggle-borns... But the struggle that has been passed down since the founder and has been passed down for thousands of years cannot be stopped for a moment.

... Well, they admit, they just like to watch the show!

Eleven o'clock was approaching, and Alan was sitting in the Slytherin viewing stand surrounded by everyone, accompanied by Prefect Farley and Astoria who got along well with him.

They searched for topics one after another, and every time they could get a response from the crown prince and gentleman.

The sea-blue eyes scanned the Quidditch pitch, and saw people outside the school—especially a certain peacock—walking towards the auditorium under the welcome of the professors.

The owner of Malfoy turned in the middle and walked towards the players' locker room.

Allen looked back, smiled and tugged at his tie, "Two beautiful ladies, if you don't mind, please forgive me for the time being?

"—No, you don't need to get up. After all, there are too many people here."

He thoughtfully left a warming spell to protect the two from the biting cold wind, and then walked slowly to the Slytherin locker room.

Allen lifted the dark green and silver tent, and heard Lucius' arrogant words.

"...Oh, Draco, I don't think you will live up to the seven Nimbus 2001?"

He smiled and coughed lightly.

Lucius immediately restrained himself a lot, leaned slightly, and said respectfully, "Your Highness? Why are you here?"

Allen chuckled, "I'll come and see Draco."

Master Malfoy had already changed into the Slytherin uniform at this moment, and he still covered his hair with hairspray, and the platinum blonde hair almost reflected the light of the chandelier.

Hearing this, he folded his arms arrogantly, "It's really rare... It's so difficult for you to watch my training, and now you are willing to take the initiative to come to the pre-match locker room?"

Allen looked at him quietly, his sea blue eyes were so calm.

Lucius understood immediately.

- This is something to find him.

He coughed softly, pushed his son aside, and said, "The game is about to start—Draco, why don't you listen to what the captain has to say?"

Draco had a stinky face, knowing that the two of them had something to discuss, and ran away angrily.

The confusion barrier was erected silently.

Allen looked at Lucius, conjured up two armchairs, and asked him to sit down.

The big peacock raised its chin slightly, adjusted the wizard robe, sat down with a little arrogance and smirked, "Do you have anything to tell Malfoy?"

Allen looked at him with a half-smile, seeing him half-leaning with guilt and tail tucked, and then said, "It's nothing serious."

Lucius smirked and complimented, "Oh, Your Highness. If anyone questions your talent and acumen, he is simply too stupid.

"You came to see me on purpose. I don't know if you discovered something related to me... Lucius Malfoy listened to your teachings?"

Allen didn't answer this sentence, looked outside the barrier, got up and walked to Draco's side.

He smiled, "Draco, I wish you victory in advance...I have prepared gifts for you."

Lucius rubbed his cane, his gray-blue eyes were dim.

After all, he told his son, "Draco, don't dishonor Malfoy's glory!"

Draco originally wanted to show his temper in front of this nasty blond bastard, but when his father said it, he also tucked his tail, nodded his head full of fighting spirit, and followed the team out with arrogance.

The little snakes of the Slytherin school team had high fighting spirit, and thanked Lucius for the Nimbus 2001, which was kindly sponsored by Lucius.

They said, "Victory will be in Slytherin's pocket."

Soon, only Alan and Lucius were left here.

The blond crown prince turned around leisurely and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, how about Draco's logical reasoning ability?"

Lucius raised his chin proudly, "Oh, Your Highness... Draco is naturally fine. Maybe you don't know, Malfoy's heir training started at the age of seven!"

Alan sat in the armchair noncommittally, sighed and said, "Professor Snape is researching new potions recently—maybe you have heard of it, after all, you are his very good friend—so, the seventh grade magicians I will correct the medicine homework."

"...Ah, you really worked hard."

The big peacock proudly stroked his cane, "But I think the homework of these students makes you very distressed—not every student comes from a pure-blood family and can be fully trained."

Allen said worriedly, "Indeed."

He fumbled with his fingers, seeming to be very distressed by it, "Mr. Malfoy, I heard that children from wizarding families will not study in advance until they receive the admission letter from Hogwarts..."

Lucius nodded, he paused, and considering the Muggle-born man in front of him, he coughed lightly and began to popularize science.

"...Of course, learning magic in advance will disturb the magic power in the little wizard's body—this is very dangerous, and may even cause the little wizard's magic power to riot and become a squib.

"Therefore, all wizarding families don't let their children learn early."

Allen nodded, "Yes, I understand this. I mean, why not consider letting children learn subjects such as spelling, logical deduction, and mathematical operations in advance?"

He said helplessly, "You know, it's not a pleasant thing to always see some typos when correcting homework.

"There are also some young wizards who don't know basic mathematical operations, which leads to confusion in the ratio of their potions, and they will never be able to make a pot of potions with normal effects."

Lucius didn't care about other people's children at all. He played with his cane and dragged his slow aria.

"...That's right. Oh, what a pity."

Allen covered his eyes to sneer, seemingly unintentionally, "It's a pity... In the Muggle world, every child from five to 11 years old will have primary education.

"They can study subjects such as English, mathematics, music, physical education, history, society, and health education in elementary schools... Some noble schools also teach noble activities such as horse riding, fencing, and foreign languages..."

He sighed softly, "...But we can't count on this, after all, there are quite a lot of tuition fees to be paid in noble schools."

tuition fee?

The shrewd Malfoy seemed to have realized something.

... If a primary school is set up in the wizarding world and hosted by Malfoy, then all the tuition fees will also be a big income.

Malfoy, in particular, was able to gain such enormous popularity.

With ambition in his gray-blue eyes, Lucius said intentionally or unintentionally, "Oh, speaking of which, Malfoy does have a lot of wealth... If you don't mind, Malfoy can help you open an elementary school with money?"

Allen raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "If Mr. Malfoy has such a public heart for the country and the people, then of course it's good...

"Oh, just right, I can contact a lot of unemployed Muggle-borns here, all of whom are excellent graduates of Hogwarts. I believe they can be qualified for teaching tasks in primary schools, huh?"

Lucius was overjoyed.

...It turns out that the calculation is here.

Look, even the unparalleled Muggle crown prince needs help from Malfoy, a thousand-year-old family, if he wants to do something in the wizarding world!

In the face of Malfoy's imminent unparalleled reputation, he didn't mind taking those dirty Muggleborns and offering them a job.

He said tactfully, "At your service, Your Highness!"