Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After all, it is out of school, so it is not easy to wear a student school robe.

Allen went back and changed into a neat suit, put on a plain black wizard robe, and pinned a simple sapphire brooch on his chest.

——Exactly the same coin that thanked the little Muggle wizards earlier.

think about it.

And what could unite hearts more than a symbol of loyalty?

With a perfect smile, he joined the group of politicians who flattered each other.

With Dumbledore's permission, the doors of Hogwarts are opened again.

Allen stepped out of the school gate, showing a faint smile.

- This is the beginning of everything.

He smiled lightly.

No one would realize what the result of this painstaking invitation would be.

And all of this is within his grasp.

The pure black and gold carriage of the Ministry of Magic was parked at the gate of the school, guarded by several Aurors, which looked quite dignified.

Allen's eyes stopped for a moment on the four Thestrals pulling the cart, and after Fudge, Sisi invited him into the carriage.

The brown-haired clerk looked at him in high spirits, almost eagerly.

He understood the other party's purpose, gave the other party a gentle smile, and thanked him softly.

He chatted with Fudge all the way on boring topics, listened to the other party's useless complaints, and finally passed the long journey.

Surrounded by the Confusion Charm, the carriage fell into the Ministry of Magic.

Allen got off the carriage and asked, "Where is this?"

He lowered his eyes and smiled, "I've only heard of the fireplace, the staff entrance, and the visitor's passage at the Ministry of Magic, but I've never heard of this place."

Sisi was worried that he would not have the chance to show his face in front of him, so he hurried forward and replied, "Oh, Your Highness, this is the fourth entrance to the Ministry of Magic."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is the parking lot on the basement level—yes, it's on the same level as the minister's office.

"It is generally not used here, unless it is an urgent business trip, or to receive guests from the Ministry of Magic of various countries."

"Oh?"

Allen smiled half-smile, then calmed down in an instant, and said flatly, "But I'm just a student."

Sisi smiled in embarrassment and disappointment, and shook his head slightly, "Um, why are you an ordinary student?"

Allen smiled, "You are welcome... But, as expected of the Ministry of Magic, there are always things I don't know.

"Presumably, there are entrances and exits here that are not known to outsiders?"

Fudge also got out of the car, and when he heard this, he laughed and patted him on the shoulder, shook his cane with his stomach full, shook his head and said,

"How can it be so mysterious?"

He straightened his coat and said, "The Ministry of Magic only has these four entrances and exits, but this was stipulated later. Before there was no visitor registration, everyone Apparated to work..."

He stopped suddenly.

Allen vaguely understood - because of Voldemort's raging, the Ministry of Magic had to change the exit regulations.

But it doesn't matter.

The bloody rule of the Dark Lord has fulfilled his glorious future.

He thoughtfully did not ask, and praised, "The current registration system is indeed very good, and the number and identity of the number of people entering and leaving every day can be clearly known-this greatly enhances the authority of the Ministry of Magic, doesn't it?"

Fudge relaxed and happily ushered him to the minister's office.

He poured himself a tall glass of gin and asked Ellen if he would like a drink.

At this time, he seemed very kind, "Oh, it's nothing - although you are only in the second grade, you can already have a small glass of wine.

"My nephew drank a whole bottle of red wine when he was seven years old and was drunk for a whole day!

Don't worry, I won't tell Albus! "

Allen smiled lightly and declined, "Thank you for your kindness, but His Majesty won't let me touch wine."

It was rare for him to show a trace of genuine embarrassment in front of outsiders.

In July this year, during the summer vacation of the first grade, the chocolate brand exclusively provided by the royal family sent Edward a batch of newly produced liqueur chocolates.

The gift boxes of this batch are still the same as before, with 12 pieces in a box, not too big or too small, just right for one bite.

At that time, he was discussing matters in His Majesty's study, so he tasted one.

The new chocolates are really good.

Different from the previous sandwich chocolates, there is a touch of liqueur in it. The combination of rich and slightly bitter chocolate aroma and light and slightly sweet wine aroma is really fascinating.

At that time, the old butler was negotiating with Edward about the funds allocated to the young Muggleborn wizards for food and clothing in the safe house.

That's a real expense.

Allen was a little guilty, so he didn't go to listen, but sat and read the documents, and couldn't help but eat a few more.

When he ate the fifth one, he only felt that his eyes were a little brighter, and his thoughts became sharper and more active.

He looked down at the backup file in his hand, and took a pencil to write notes on it, so that Edward could read it.

Then, His Majesty the King will explain to him the deficiencies and adjustment methods based on his analysis.

Allen writes notes and occasionally bites a chocolate.

When he ate the ninth one, the handwriting on the document in front of him shook a little.

The good-looking brows were slightly frowned, and he slammed the document onto the table, stood up angrily, and almost swayed before he could stand still.

The sound caught the attention of Edward and the old butler.

They looked at Allen restrainedly.

Edward cleared his throat and signaled Allen to restrain his behavior and not to be rude.

Allen, who usually restrained himself immediately, looked at them aggrievedly at this moment, pointed at the document childishly, and complained, "Your Majesty, I won't let me see it!"

Edward: ...

He keenly looked at the chocolate box beside him, and saw that only the last of the 12 chocolates was left.

He sighed softly, "Walker, why is Alan's drinking capacity so poor?"

The old butler hesitated, and said bravely, "Perhaps, His Highness is still young? It will be fine when he grows up!"

Edward shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "This looks like her."

Seeing that they didn't reply for a long time, Alan patted the table angrily, "Father! Look, these documents are bullying me!"

Edward rubbed the center of his brows lightly, and raised his hand to signal the old butler to take Allen away.

Allen planed aside aggrievedly.

Poor Volker Furlong dragged Alan halfway, but he didn't dare to use too much strength, so he froze in place for a while.

In the end, Edward stood up helplessly and coaxed, "Okay...Father has already thrown away the documents, and they don't dare to bully you anymore."

Allen looked at him in disbelief, then looked at the documents dropped by him next to him, and tilted his head in a daze.

He seemed to have come to his senses, grabbed Edward's hand and said, "No! They are still there, I still have to write, father! I want to show you!"

Edward watched Alan sit crookedly back in his chair, almost tripping halfway.

Seeing that the child was about to touch the corner of the table, he quickly stepped forward and pressed the corner of the table with one hand.

The old butler hurried forward to support Alan who fell to the ground, and pulled the restless little Highness up.

Allen hugged the table legs aggrievedly, and was so fussy that he wanted to write documents.

In the end, His Majesty the King had no choice but to coax and persuade Alan to subdue him, picked him up, and put him in the small lounge connected to the study.

...Don't let him go back to bed, if he starts making trouble again, wouldn't he be ashamed of himself!

After that, Edward praised the newly released liqueur chocolate, and decisively cut the purchase order by 2/3.

Of course, since then, Allen has received a lifelong ban on alcohol from His Majesty.

Only at necessary banquets, it is allowed to hold a glass of wine to support the scene.

At this moment, not to mention that there is still the media waiting in full force, even in an empty basement, Alan dare not risk getting drunk and embarrassing himself.

He smiled and said, "Why don't we discuss the matter of the magic elevator, so we can get this matter resolved as soon as possible."