Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

"Then, it's time for us to go to Draco's game."

Alan got up with a smile and walked out slowly.

As if thinking of something, he asked, "Mr. Malfoy, this Christmas, is it convenient for you to come and inspect the operation process of the Muggle primary school?"

Lucius twitched the corners of his mouth, posing indistinctly.

"Oh, Your Highness... for Christmas, my wife and I have already decided to go to France."

Allen smiled, "You and your wife have a really good relationship... Are you going on honeymoon?"

"So, Draco is going to stay in school?"

The big peacock showed Malfoy's standard smile and said, "... Draco should also exercise alone."

Allen said with a smile, "If you don't have time to take care of him, can you let him come to my castle for a few days at Christmas and experience the new Muggle technology?"

"...Mr. Malfoy, are you listening?"

Seeing the boy's voice cool down, Lucius immediately returned to his senses.

He said tactfully, "...Oh, of course it's possible. It's just that this is too much trouble for you, and I really feel sorry for you. How about..."

"No trouble."

Allen cut off his words with a half-smile, "What can I do to the heir of the Malfoy family?... It's just that I promised him a long time ago and showed him Muggle weapons, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity."

Muggle weapons?

This is really a variable to be aware of.

Lucius narrowed his eyes, stroked the handle of the cane, and said with a smirk, "I see, so I'll bother you."

Allen nodded, "Okay, send me a letter when you are convenient, and I will introduce you to a person in charge, who will take you to inspect the Muggle primary school."

Patriarch Malfoy leaned slightly, "...Your Highness has worked hard."

They dispersed and returned to the viewing stands one after the other.

Allen stepped upstairs, glanced under the wooden stands as if inadvertently, and saw a brightly dressed house elf.

At this moment, the game is in full swing.

Slytherin has scored 130 points, while Gryffindor has only scored a measly 10 points.

Nimbus 2001 is so fast!

The Slytherin school team is almost seven dark green afterimages.

Wood's face was extremely ugly.

As a goalkeeper, he manipulated the broom viciously, kicking the Quaffle away from the goal.

He looked anxiously at his teammates who were struggling to hand over in the air, and punched the broom hard.

hateful!

Harry was also very anxious, he could hardly restrain himself from galloping on the broom, but at this moment Draco flew over to show off the speed of Nimbus 2001.

"How is it, Scarhead?"

The little peacock smiled triumphantly, "You're not practicing ballet, are you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Draco!"

He flew up with the broom, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he swooped down on Draco, flying back past him.

Draco dodged the Bludger that was rushing straight towards him, looked back at Harry with lingering fear, and gritted his teeth, "You scar head, how dare you..."

Master Malfoy paused.

He also caught the gleam of golden light that Harry was pursuing, and angrily accelerated to chase after him.

The Bludger suddenly lost its direction, rushed straight past the nearest Weasley twins, and was sent flying with another club, hitting one of the Slytherin batsmen.

He fell straight off the broom.

But no one paid attention to him at this time.

They all lay nervously on the stands, their eyes chasing the two Seekers who were chasing each other.

Harry moved first, but Draco's broom was fast, and it didn't take long for him to catch up.

The two chased the snitch and flew into the bottom of the stands, flying up and down in the wooden structure. Harry took advantage of his small size and moved left and right, completely suppressing Draco's speed.

Soon they flew out again.

Draco was out of breath and chased after the Savior angrily.

After a few breaths, the two were side by side again.

They leaned low and pressed on the broom, and they could see the rapidly receding lawn when they looked down.

Seeing that there was nowhere to go, the Golden Snitch flew into the air.

The two pulled up the head of the broom at the same time, and under the rapidity of the broom, they directly collided and lost the golden direction at the same time.

Draco swore, "Damn Pot! Why did you hit me!"

Harry also stared back angrily, "Obviously you hit me!"

He held onto Draco's arm, physically holding the Slytherin Seeker hostage.

Farley said coldly, "If Malfoy isn't chasing the Snitch, what's the point of dawdling with the Savior?"

Astoria smiled thoughtfully, and explained, "Maybe there is something stuck, I heard that Mr. Flint and Mr. Wood often talk during the competition."

Allen laughed.

... This Miss Greengrass is really interesting.

He agreed, "Astoria has a point—they can't possibly be talking peace?"

Seeing this, Farley had no choice but to say, "Yes."

On the field——

Master Malfoy was going crazy.

He gritted his teeth, "Pote, what are you doing!"

Harry grabbed him, gave an awkward laugh, and said quickly, "I just wanted to ask you a question..."

Draco looked at him suspiciously.

The savior didn't think so much when he arrested people, but now he hesitates.

Hermione's Polyjuice Potion was on the verge of success... was he asking now or not?

Seeing that Draco was getting impatient, Harry asked decisively, "Draco, do you know who the heir of Slytherin is?"

The little peacock frowned and glared at him.

"Scarhead, you will repay your kindness with revenge! At least I talked to you, you go away, don't stop me from catching the Golden Snitch!"

He opened Harry's hand angrily, and drove the light wheel 2001 to fly into the sky.

Harry gripped the broom handle tightly, a look of determination in his green eyes.

...Looks like Polyjuice Potion is on the way!

He lifted the broom handle and flew to the highest place on the field.

Gryffindor currently has 30 points, but at this time, Slytherin's score has reached 200 points.

Harry ends up catching the Snitch.

As he and Draco were neck and neck, he jumped forward desperately and swallowed the Snitch in his mouth.

But they have lost their best winning time.

The narrator said feebly, "Slytherin won... oh, what a sad fact!"

Lucius' face was not very good-looking.

Draco's face became even more stinky.

—Damn Pot!Stupid Scarhead!To use such outrageous means to win?

Master Malfoy could not accept this fact.

With the addition of the light wheel 2001, he still has not won the savior... Although Slytherin won the final victory, this victory did not come from Malfoy!

Flint flew over and patted him on the shoulder, "Oh, Malfoy, don't mind that - we won! Thanks to your dad for the broom!"

Draco nodded reluctantly.

At this moment, the little snakes in the stands are already boiling.

The little snakes who used to be reserved and proud all clapped happily, and even Farley, who was cold and arrogant, couldn't help but praise the excellent cooperation of his own team.

Allen got up calmly, almost out of place here.

Using the Confusion Charm, he caught the jubilant house-elf at the back of the ring.

Dobby put his hands behind his back guiltyly, showing an eight-teeth smile, pretending to be innocent and blinking his eyes, and argued, "... Dobby just wanted to watch the Harry Potter match, and Dobby had absolutely no other intentions. .”

It looked left and right with its big eyes, and asked, "Your Highness, Your Gracious Highness...can you introduce Dobby to Harry Potter?"

Allen smiled lightly and asked, "Leave these things aside, I think you should report these points to me first:

First, do you come out and report to the housekeeper or His Majesty?

Second, you're entering Hogwarts, why didn't you tell me in advance?

Third, you are here now, does Professor Dumbledore know about it? "

Dobby poked his fingers cautiously, rubbed his feet lightly against the ground, and carefully aimed at him, not daring to speak.

Allen's face turned cold, and he said softly, "...There are none? Dobby, I'm really surprised."

The sea blue eyes are a little dark.

Although the little elf in front of him has the will to fight for his dignity and freedom, he is really disorganized and undisciplined...

Today it can leave the palace and enter Hogwarts without any application, so what can it do tomorrow?

His eyes moved slightly.

Dobby, don't stay long... it's better to send it out as soon as possible.As for the interior of the palace, he can buy a few obedient elves from the Ministry of Magic.

Where should I send it?

Allen lowered his eyes and thought of a good place to go.

Since he didn't intend to keep Dobby, he became tolerant.However, he still typed, "No exception—you go invisible, and I'll take you to find Harry."