Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Under the guidance of the servant, the three teenagers walked into the shooting range together.

This room is very large, and it is divided into two by a white low wall in the middle. On the opposite side is a row of moving bullet targets, and here is a row of pistols and a piece of bullets.

At this time, Mr. Smith was shooting.

He wears goggles and ear protection, handsome black tactical gloves, and even a neat camouflage suit.

He held the handle of the gun with both hands and fired quickly.

The movement of those targets was useless, and no matter what tricky angle they came from, they would be shot down without exception.

Allen raised his hand and cast a spell lightly, which weakened the loud sound of shooting.

When the teacher stopped, he hooked his fingers, unobtrusively removed the spell, and slightly nodded at the man, "Mr. Smith, please forgive me!"

Smith took off his goggles, walked over heartily, bowed his head and saluted, and said with a smile,

"Your Majesty, you are welcome!"

He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said hello briefly,

"Oh, Harry—it's been a long time since I saw you! You kid is really playful, and you won't come back after running to your classmates' house?"

He didn't wait for Harry to reply, or rather, the hearty teacher didn't want Harry to reply at all.

Smith sized Draco up and said with a smile, "Is this the Master Malfoy?"

He raised his pistol with a smile and shook it, "Is it cool, do you want to learn?"

Draco was already overwhelmed by the way he shot, and didn't care that he was a Muggle, his face flushed with excitement, and he said loudly, "I want to!"

Allen coughed lightly.

Draco tucked his tail and added, "Mr. Smith."

Smith smiled, pulled Draco out of Allen's sight, and gave Harry some ideas to let his "students" take their new classmates to visit.

He said to Allen, "Your Highness, don't just watch, let's practice next time!"

He pointed the muzzle towards himself, handed the handle to Allen,

"I need to practice more marksmanship, so I haven't practiced for so long... If you are unfamiliar with it, don't spend half a day in the shooting range regardless of your body like last time!"

Allen choked, took the gun helplessly, handed it to the waiter at the side, and sighed, "I..."

Smith laughed and waved his hand, "Hey, don't be shy! I know, you feel grown up, don't you?"

He looked at the new target being replaced, re-glued the tactical gloves, and said casually,

"I know you've grown up, but you're only a 12-year-old kid!"

Smith said bluntly, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'm not used to you!"

He looked at Alan, who was now in good health, smiled lightly, walked towards Harry casually, and said loudly, "Okay, you two, change your clothes and come here!"

He looked back at Allen who was walking towards the locker room, and then looked back at the shooting range.

Looking at such an outstanding crown prince, who would have thought that this poor little boy would get sick when he was blown by the cold wind when he was young?

Tsk, Butler Fran must have lied to him!

This old man looks at His Royal Highness as if he was looking at his own grandson. It's normal to have a filter!

Allen put on a training uniform, and when he came out of the locker room, Smith was still seriously explaining how to hold a gun.

The teacher has a cheerful personality and can only be serious when teaching.

Harry watched him come out and waved happily.

Holding the toy gun in his hand, Draco was holding the gun tightly according to the technique explained by Smith, when he was interrupted by Harry's enthusiasm.

He frowned, looked up at Alan who was walking this way, and his eyes lit up in amazement.

—he hadn't seen the blond bastard dressed like this before!

When Allen was out and about, he wore neat and orderly suits. Although they were extravagant and elegant, they still lacked the spirit of a teenager.

But right now...

He was wearing a neat and well-fitting training uniform, showing his smooth muscle lines, and the black training belt stretched out his waist just right.

The look of broad shoulders and narrow waist is exactly the same as that of the king back then.

It also made everyone present couldn't help admiring.

Allen smiled and said, "Mr. Smith, I won't regress - just take a look?"

He put on goggles and ear protectors, and raised his hand to hold the beautiful black gun handle. His white fingers were slightly exposed from the black half-finger tactical gloves, as bright as snow-white onion roots.

He smiled and walked to the shooting stand.

The target started moving again, at the same speed as Smith had just done.

Allen raised his other hand and gently stabilized the gun.Seizing the opportunity, he snapped his fair index finger decisively.

Gunshots sounded.

A live target fell in response.

Harry and Draco were almost dumbfounded.

Harry murmured, "Wow... that's great!"

Draco's gray eyes became brighter and brighter. He imitated Alan's posture excitedly, and he had already imagined the cool and handsome scene of himself as a sharpshooter and fascinated a lot of girls.

Allen smiled lightly.

Next, he seemed to have found his form, hitting the target with every shot, every time he made red hearts.

That accuracy is better than Smith's.

The moving targets slid out one by one, and were hit in the center one by one, and slowly fell to the other side.

After a while, the waiter counted the results and announced them loudly,

"A total of ten bullets, all ten hits! Nine ten rings, one nine rings, a total of 99 rings!"

Allen was taken aback, and shook his head helplessly, "Okay...it's a step backward."

As if facing a formidable enemy, Smith said vigilantly, "Your Highness, you can only stay here for half an hour today, and now 5 minutes have passed—you still have 25 minutes!"

Allen looked up, and before he could say anything, Smith raised his hand with foresight and said,

"His Majesty the King said!"

Alan:  …

Reluctantly, he turned to the target, sullenly changing clips.

Smith looked at his wrist with trepidation, and couldn't care less about the two children who were waiting next to him.

——The last time Alan lost his temper and his wrist hurt for three days, he was deducted half a month's salary!

Fortunately, in the second game, Allen hit all ten rings.

The blond crown prince raised his hand briskly, allowing the waiter to take away the practice gun.

He smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Smith, the nine rings in the last round were just a little unfamiliar because I haven't touched them for a long time."

Smith nodded again and again, coaxing and persuading the ancestor to go out, heaving a sigh of relief.

Harry Draco: ...

It turns out that Allen is so naive?

Smith glared at them and scolded, "Your Highness is not allowed to come to class next time, do you hear me?"

Harry and Draco looked at each other and nodded in agreement.