Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When the witch had finished speaking, she returned to the hall, and the door closed behind her.

Harry looked at Neville, but accidentally saw Alan on the left side of the line. He stepped forward happily, "Your Highness! You've come, I've been looking for you in the line for a long time!"

Allen kept his smile just now, "Thank you for your concern, Harry!"

Ron and Draco still couldn't understand each other, they stared at each other, and then turned their heads at the same time.

"Your Highness, which house do you think you will be assigned to?" Harry asked dryly, obviously a little nervous.

Allen spread his hands, "Anywhere is fine. Hogwarts is the best magic school in the UK, and each school has its own advantages!"

Draco exhaled through his nose, frowned and said, "Why do you still have such thoughts, I told you, Slytherin is the best house!"

Ron's freckles were a little red, and he retorted, "Gryffindor is!"

"A bunch of stupid and reckless lions!" Draco muttered.

"A group of sinister poisonous snakes!" Ron retorted.

Seeing that the situation was about to deteriorate again, Allen quickly cut to the topic, "Listen, they are discussing the sorting ceremony for a while!"

A little girl with brown hair said, "My brother said that we have to pass the exam before we can be sorted. Otherwise, we will be sent back!"

This sentence caused a commotion among the little wizards.

"Oh, no!" The girl who would remind Alan to dress nervously bit her finger, "I only flipped through the textbook a few times, what's the unicorn horn powder for?"

The pressure from Xueba made everyone more anxious.

Ron swallowed, "Fred and George said they want us to fight trolls!"

Even Draco paled now.

Seeing their discussion getting more and more outrageous, Allen sighed, "How could it be? We are just a group of first-year students who don't know anything yet. It is impossible for them to use exams to determine admission standards."

"As for the giant monster, it's even more impossible! This is the opening ceremony, how could the professors allow animals that cause harm to the students to appear?"

The little wizards suddenly realized, and hummed "Oh".

Draco calmed down, adjusted his robe pretending to be calm, and said slowly, "Yes, Weasley! Only your brain capacity like a troll can believe such words!"

Before Ron could curse back, a group of pearly white ghosts floated out of the wall, causing a commotion.The witch just now also strode out.

The witch glanced at them, "The sorting ceremony is ready, come with me."

The door opened slowly, and the four long tables were full of senior students, only the place near the professor's chair left a place for the little wizards of the branch school.

Countless lit candles floated in mid-air, stars twinkled on the ceiling, and the original stone arch could be seen faintly in the night sky.

Draco also stared at the ceiling in amazement.

It seems that no matter how proud this little peacock is, he is still looking forward to Hogwarts.

Alan withdrew his gaze, heard the surprised and excited discussion of the senior Muggleborn students who found him at the four tables, and smiled gently and politely at one of them.

A girl's voice that Allen is more familiar with sounded in the team,

"The ceiling isn't real, it's just enchanted to look like the night sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

Allen glanced at her, and it seemed that this girl was a rare and studious peer.

The team stopped in the open space in front, and there was a stool in the middle, and a hat that looked like it hadn't been washed for hundreds of years sat on it, with many pleats piled up on it.

Draco frowned, "They won't let us wear this hat, will they? Merlin, he's so dirty!"

Allen looked up and saw Dumbledore in the middle of the teacher's bench. The old man winked mischievously at him, and Allen nodded in return.

At this time, the largest fold of the hat opened a gap, which turned out to be a mouth.

The senior students covered their ears tacitly, and they would not be so lucky without the amazing little wizards.

Hat took a deep breath and seemed to pause.

It seemed to feel a familiar breath.

But the important thing right now is the sorting, the hat opened its mouth and began to sing.

"Take me on top of you, and I'll tell you which house you should go to. Gryffindors are brave, courageous, courageous and chivalrous..."

"Hufflepuff is upright and loyal, stoic and honest; Ravenclaw is shrewd and wise;

"Maybe you will enter Slytherin and make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."

Allen raised his eyes slightly, his sea-blue eyes were a little dark.

"Come and put me on! Don't be afraid! You are absolutely safe with me, and I will tell you which academy you should go to!"

After the hat sang, the audience applauded thunderously.The Hat bowed to each of the four tables and then remained still.

The little wizards seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Allen heard Ron say, "I'm going to kill Fred, and he lied to me again!"

The old man nodded at the witch and signaled Professor McGonagall to start sorting. The witch spread out the roll of parchment in her hand, and the end of the paper fell to the ground.

The witch said solemnly, "When I call your names, you come forward, and the Sorting Hat will tell you which college you should go to!"

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat quickly called out the name of the house, and the second table on the left burst into applause.

"Hermione Granger!" It was the girl who reminded himself, and Ellen took an extra look.

"Gryffindor!"

"Ron Weasley!"

"Gryffindor!"

The sorting hat was very efficient, and soon more than half of the people were assigned to their own colleges.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Draco tugged on Allen's sleeve and went up.

"Slytherin!" shouted Draco before the hat touched his hair.

The long table on the far right burst into applause.

Draco gave a satisfied smile. He stood up elegantly, glanced at Allen, and signaled "you come to Slytherin" with his eyes, and walked to the long table on the far right where he clapped his hands with restraint.

"Harry Potter!"

Dumbledore, who was still leaning on the stool just now, straightened up with a focused expression.

There was a buzzing sound in the hall, and everyone was peering at the Savior.

The sorting hat was pressed on Harry's head by Professor McGonagall, and then it was in trouble,

"Well, hard, very hard, seems brave, has a good heart, is very talented and eager to prove himself. But where to put you?"

Harry was sweating nervously, remembering that Ron said that most dark wizards were born in Slytherin, including the Dark Lord who killed his parents.

Although under the influence of Allen, he believes that Slytherin is not all bad guys, but he still has some repulsion.

So he said, "I'm not going to Slytherin!"

The tiny voice of the Sorting Hat rang in his head,

"Have you made up your mind? Slytherins will help you to greatness - not willing? Well, then it's best to go -"

It yells, "Gryffindor!"

There was applause in the hall, and the Gryffindor lions shouted happily, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Dumbledore stared at Allen's smiling eyes, feeling a little pressure inexplicably, he calmed down the excited Gryffindors, and continued to sort the Sorting Hat.

"Ellen Cornwall Windsor!"

The Muggle-born wizards of the three houses immediately put Harry Potter behind them (Slytherin has no Muggle-born wizards).

They calmed down, clasped their hands together, and moved their mouths silently, praying to God and Merlin to assign His Highness the Crown Prince to their academy!

After all, Harry Potter is the savior of the wizarding world, but for them who were born in the Muggle world, their Royal Highness the Crown Prince is more important!

Allen took a step forward, stepped onto the high platform where the sorting hat was, turned around and sat on a chair.

Dumbledore straightened up, his blue eyes unblinkingly looked at Allen, who had his back turned to him.

Harry and Draco raised their heads and looked at this side.

The hat was placed on Allen's head, and the familiar magical atmosphere lingered.

It was startled, felt the breath carefully, and murmured in its heart.

"...Which academy do you want to go to? My child." A small voice finally sounded.

Allen was surprised and asked, "Isn't it up to you to decide?"

The Sorting Hat was silent for a while, and then said, "Okay... a calm and steady mind, decisive execution, a smart mind, a kind heart... any means can be used for the purpose..."

"You really don't think about Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?"

Allen chuckled, "What do you think?"

The Sorting Hat keenly sensed a hint of threat. It squinted its eyes, considering the familiar magical atmosphere, "Well, it really is—"

It raised the brim of its hat and yelled, "Slytherin!"