Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Facing the gentleness of the king, both Harry and Draco performed the courtier etiquette in a "trained and orderly" manner.

Edward nodded, showing a trace of majesty inadvertently, and asked the two children to sit down.

Allen moved his fingers cooperatively, and two armchairs floated over gently, landing on the opposite side of the king's desk, and two glasses of milk floated over and placed in front of the two of them.

Edward smiled and comforted the two nervous children.

He welcomed Draco first, and hoped that Malfoy would enjoy his stay here.

He then turned to Harry and asked about the Savior's life at school.

Harry smiled cautiously, twisted his fingers and asked, "Um... Your Majesty, I don't know my brother... I mean, did His Highness tell you..."

Edward nodded gently, and said, "If you're talking about Slytherin blood—yes, Allen reported it to me."

He looked at Harry gently, and sighed slightly,

"Harry, I always knew what a kind boy you were.

"On the day I knew about it, I consulted the royal secretary, hoping to accept you as a member of the royal family."

he sighed,

"It's a pity. According to the royal family's regulations, we must provide your genealogy to confirm your blood relationship with the royal family. But..."

Harry pursed his lips, twisted his fingers and said, "...I can't prove my bloodline."

He lowered his eyes in some disappointment, adjusted his glasses for a while, and comforted the king in turn,

"It's okay, Your Majesty! I'm already very grateful that you accept me! We don't need to be recognized by outsiders..."

Edward lowered his eyes and smiled, and said warmly, "Thank you for your understanding."

He looked at Draco and asked, "As for Mr. Malfoy... Allen told me that you have always wanted to know about our guns?"

Draco's gray eyes lit up, and he added, "And the TV!"

Edward laughed and nodded gently, "Yes, there are also Transformers, huh? These are all arranged for you, I hope you can spend a happy Christmas here."

The king's blue eyes looked at the crown prince beside him.

"Alan, although there are coaches to watch over them, you must also be careful not to let them get hurt.

"Of course - remember to show Harry and Draco their dormitories first."

Allen put his hand to his lips, coughed lightly, and agreed with a smile.

They said goodbye to Edward and went to find Harry and Draco's room on the third floor.

Although Alan's room in Balmoral was on the third floor, in Sandringham Palace, Alan had always lived with Edward on the second floor.

The disadvantage of this is that Allen is too far away from his library-style study on the third floor, making it inconvenient for him to work and study.

However, he could get closer to Edward on special days like Christmas.

Naturally, Harry and Draco were a little unhappy.

When they find out that their rooms are next to each other, the expressions are more subtle.

Allen teased gently, "Oh? When we were in school, which two people got together to study Quidditch all day long and completely left me behind?"

Draco showed an indescribable expression, and it took him a while to hold back a few words,

"How is it possible! I'm still playing with Astoria!"

Harry had no such excuse.

He held back for a long time, but couldn't find any good reason, and accepted the fact in a dejected manner.

……no problem, no problem!At Balmoral, his bedroom was next to his brother's!

Allen reminded,

"Why don't you go in and have a look? If there is anything missing or something you don't like, you can tell the housekeeper, grandpa, and he will prepare it for you before going to bed."

Sure enough, Draco ran in and took a look.

Harry just glanced at it, and decided to slowly put the Quidditch team posters on the wall again.

They each ran back to Allen, pestering him to see the guns and weapons.

Allen smiled and took them to the video room in the side palace.

As soon as they entered, a servant led them to sit in luxurious soft leather chairs and handed them blankets.

Alan was sandwiched between the childish Harry and Draco, signaling the servants to leave it alone.

He leaned lightly on the back of the chair, took the milk handed by the servant, watched the children on both sides picking popcorn and coke, and restrained his gaze away.

After the three of them have their own food, the film will start showing soon.

Strictly speaking, this is not a movie to relax.

Instead, His Majesty the King wrote an outline, ordered the royal family to cut the video, and prepared a documentary with a rich knowledge system for Allen after careful selection to no avail.

It tells about weapons of mass destruction such as missiles and nuclear bombs, and also discusses the development process of firearms, and even briefly mentions the maintenance of firearms.

Allen said softly, "You can learn about our 'Muggle weapons' first."

He smiled happily, and said gently, "Afterwards, there will be a special shooting teacher to teach us."

Harry and Draco sat upright, their eyes of different colors were so bright.

Allen laughed, and he took another sip of the milk, thinking about it and calmed down.

He has seen all these films.

Thanks to that super memory, he didn't need to read it again.

He half propped his head, wandering his eyes calmly, observing the reactions of the two teenagers.

Harry needless to say.

Although he is a pureblood in a broad sense, he grew up in the Muggle world, so he naturally has a boy's yearning for guns.

As for Draco...

When the film started, he could still happily nibble on popcorn, but when he saw the lethality of that weapon...

The little peacock sucked a piece of popcorn in a daze, and froze on the soft leather chair.

Allen didn't see him chewing for a long time, so he couldn't help laughing.

By the time the film was over, Harry was already excited.

Draco still hadn't recovered.

Allen held back a smile and patted him on the shoulder, "Draco, come back to your senses—the movie is over."

Draco shook slightly, "...your Muggle weapons are really terrifying."

Allen raised his hand, let the servant pull up the blanket for him, and put on the coat for him, and said gently,

"Draco, I told you a long time ago: Muggles have another power."

He patted the little peacock on the shoulder, looked at Harry again, and said with a smile, "Oh, Harry, I have an important task for you - to show Master Malfoy the fun of Muggles, huh?"

Harry nodded emphatically and jumped forward happily.

Allen led them from left to right, motioned to the servant to lead the way, and said, "So, take you to play with guns?"

Draco immediately became excited, his face flushed expectantly.

Allen smiled and sighed,

"I'm still in your favor—His Majesty rarely allows me to shoot."

"why?"

The two spoke in unison.

The blond boy explained with some helplessness, "Firearms always have recoil. I was in poor health when I was young, and His Majesty was worried that it would cause damage to me."

Harry paused, and worried, "Brother...were you in poor health when you were young? But, the official never mentioned this..."

Allen paused indistinctly, and smiled slightly.

That was before the age of seven.

At that time, he was tormented by Chao Yi's pain every day, and he had exhausted all his energy just to distinguish what happened every day.

The endless chaos caused frequent headaches and even mild hallucinations, which disrupted his normal life.

Where is the energy to exercise.

It wasn't until he was eight years old that everything gradually improved for him, and His Majesty slowly arranged for half an hour of exercise every day, until the summer vacation when he was ten years old, he went to the military region for half a month of training.

he laughed,

"Harry, there are some things that should not be passed on."