Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Among the praises of everyone, only one person showed doubts in his eyes.

Rita Skeeter.

She wore a dark green knee-length dress, rectangular jeweled glasses, and her blond hair was styled into voluminous curls.

She wore bright red lipstick and nails of the same color, and she thought she was delicately showing a smug smile.

—Oh, look at these fools!

Only she can see through the true face of the Muggle crown prince!

She stared at Alan, smiling weirdly, as if she had seen a wonderful future where her newspapers were sold out and sparked debates in the wizarding world.

How on earth can these stupid colleagues understand?

Journalists are not the mouthpiece of the bureaucracy, but the hands behind the raging public opinion.

They could have messed things up.

Those sea blue eyes looked at him calmly, and turned away calmly.

She watched Fuji pulling Allen to stand in front of the media, smiling broadly and approvingly at each other, and rolling her eyes cryptically.

— This pair of hypocritical politicians!Just wait and see!

The engraving of the alchemy circle went very smoothly this time, much smoother than that at Hogwarts.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, and praised Allen vigorously, "Oh, your progress is so fast - when you engraved Hogwarts' teleportation circle before, you were still a little unskilled.

"Look, you can now manipulate so many small alchemy formations at the same time!"

He sighed, "What a hero born a boy!"

Allen showed a shy smile, seeming a little embarrassed.

"It was the accident last time that made me feel very sorry. I went back and practiced seriously for a long time."

Fudge patted his arm, "Don't worry, Alan! I won't put you in Azkaban because of this?"

He smiled humorously, sent Allen to the carriage of the Ministry of Magic, and waved his hand,

"Go, Ellen! Thank you for coming to the Ministry of Magic!"

Allen nodded and complimented, "I am also very honored to be able to solve this little trouble for you."

He looked at the brown-haired staff member who had been looking at him beggingly, hesitant to speak, and said, "Minister, this gentleman is very smart, is he your right-hand man in the Department of Magical Transportation?"

Fudge raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked back at Sisi.

He never turned down such a chance of fame, though, and said instantly, "Oh, yes—Cerse Nolan, I'm planning to promote him to the position of Chief Secretary of the Department of Magical Transport."

Allen nodded in understanding, and nodded approvingly, "It's really you who will never leave talented people in the dust. Then, I will take my leave first."

Fudge waved his hands cheerfully, directing Sisi to close the car door for Allen.

The thestral's large black wings flapped, bringing with it a gust of wind, and quickly flew away from the Ministry of Magic.

Allen sat alone in the carriage, lowering his eyes calmly, curling his fingers together, feeling the alchemy formation of the Ministry of Magic start to operate, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

At the same time, the magic factors released by him scrambled to jump on his shoulders, accusing a tiny stranger beside him.

The sea blue eyes moved silently, seemingly inadvertently passing the opposite seat.

Allen propped his head gently, drooping his eyelashes, and closed his eyes to rest.

He made it back to Hogwarts without incident, and went straight to the Slytherin dormitory.

Pressing the slender fingers on the doorknob, he deliberately waited for the strange magic group to enter the bedroom, and then gently closed the door.

He wrote Dumbledore a note without knowing it.

[Good afternoon, sir!

I have returned from engraving the alchemy array from the Ministry of Magic.

Although I lost my wand, fortunately there was a kind employee who was willing to lend me his wand to draw an alchemy formation.

It's a pity that his wand is really not very obedient, and it took me a lot of effort.

There are too many alchemy formations to be engraved today, and I am really tired.Please forgive me for not reporting the situation to you.

allen]

He smiled and folded the note, handed it to Tita, watched it fly out of the dormitory, clenching his fingers with a cold face, and closed the door.

The Zeus domain spread silently, as if a fishing net that had been laid out long ago was suddenly closed, and a small fish that followed was caught.

The poor illusion spell was washed away by Zeus, revealing the creature's true colors.

a beetle?

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, driving the magic factor to confirm.

...This is not the magic wave that magical animals would have.

Then, it can only be an Animagus.

As for the beetle form, it has never appeared in the register of the Ministry of Magic.

He smiled playfully.

...It turned out to be an illegal transformation!

He raised his hand to pick up the vial that floated to him, put the beetle in front of him, and closed the cap indifferently.

The instant the door was shut, Rita Skeeter felt the magic within her take full control.

She flew around in panic, but the blond boy in front of her raised her hand and easily put her into the small glass bottle, unable to break free.

How can there be such a person?

She saw the playfulness in those sea blue eyes!

The Muggle Crown Prince knew she was an Animagus!

According to the normal process, shouldn't he question his purpose?Then, she can use the resources in her hands to negotiate with the other party, and even blackmail the other party in turn!

but……

She has calculated thousands of times, and never thought that someone would directly put her in a glass bottle and ignore her!

She hit the lid desperately, trying her best to convey her willingness to negotiate to the other party.

Merlin!

She has started to regret it!

This Muggle crown prince actually used a completely sealed lid!

He knew she was no ordinary beetle!He knew she was an Animagus, a wizard!

He is murder!

Rita has never regretted her professionalism so much, it almost got her into a death situation!

She wanted to cry but had no tears, and crawled across the traces on the glass bottle earnestly and desperately.

[iamawitch. (I am a witch.)]

[talk! (We can negotiate!)]

Allen, on the other hand, opened the manuscript of the jewelry that was half burned by Fox in the morning, and studied it carefully.

After a while, he finally reluctantly admitted that the manuscript was completely unusable.

—Damn Fox!

He raised his eyes and seemed to have noticed the strangeness of the beetle, and he pretended to be thinking, "Why is this beetle so weird?"

He picked up the glass bottle, shook it gently, and dropped the beetle to the bottom of the bottle, watching the beetle crawl around helplessly.

The sea blue eyes are as dark as the night.

He smiled slightly, watched the beetle struggle to climb over the word [talk] (negotiation) again, seemed surprised, and hesitantly opened the cork.

Rita finally got a breath of fresh air.

One minute later, she felt that she would suffocate to death!

She climbed out of the glass bottle with difficulty, immediately raised her wings, and flapped her wings to fly to the corner.

——As long as she reaches a corner, she can take the opportunity to run away, and then tell the world what happened today!

She wants to see how the Muggle Crown Prince maintains this gentle mask on his face.

however……

She hit the invisible wall directly, and was dragged in front of Allen, dangling in the air.

Allen looked at her with a half-smile, playing with taste, "Oh——? What a strange beetle, it seems very smart. Is the brain structure different from other beetles?

"Otherwise, I'd better dissect it and study it!"

As he spoke, the silver knife on the table automatically floated over and landed in his palm.