Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Under Lance's signal, all the people in charge returned their salutes one after another, and prepared to introduce themselves briefly one by one.

The gentlemen considerately maintained a lady-first attitude and motioned for the girls to introduce first.

Catherine was the first.

She was very nervous, and said in a rough voice,

"Catherine Wilde, responsible for the planning of the royal family's funds and the co-ordination of funds for the use of materials inside the safe house."

The girl has wavy brown hair.

There are slight freckles on her face, and her brown eyes are very warm, but at this moment, she blushes shyly, and her voice is a little low.

Allen took the topic thoughtfully, and smiled gently, "Oh? This is the Chancellor of the Exchequer. It's really hard work!"

There was good-natured laughter from everyone.

This laughter made the atmosphere relax, and everyone felt a lot more at ease, and they were no longer so tense.

Another girl hugged Catherine affectionately. She was wearing a slim men's suit, and her soft black hair was cut into short hair, which was softly attached to her forehead.

Her voice is also like her hair, somewhat boyish, rather deep.

She smiled and said,

"Your Highness, Gawain Shire, is in charge of the administrative affairs of the Liaison Committee, including the registration and compilation of compatriots, and the sorting and storage of all relevant materials."

She raised her hand to caress her heart chicly, "If you need to inquire about information, please just ask me."

A slender girl with brown-red hair answered, bowed neatly and said,

"Anna Bailey, is in charge of the internal affairs of the safe house, including material inventory and procurement. Currently, I am also temporarily in charge of the health matters in the castle."

Afterwards, a lady gently lifted her long skirt, bowed her knees slightly, and said generously,

"Elizabeth Evans is temporarily in charge of all resettlement work for her compatriots.

She has light blonde hair and very warm amber pupils.

This lady seems to have a good family education, and she is so well-mannered with just one gesture.

She said, "In your terms - maybe I'm the Social Work Secretary?"

Allen nodded gently and responded, "This is indeed an indispensable part of our liaison committee. Without you, Lance and I would have bothered a lot!"

Lance was taken aback, and stroked his chest in surprise.

Next, a girl in her early twenties nodded tenderly.

She has a little baby fat, wears a pair of square-frame glasses, and said shyly,

"Your Highness, I am Vivienne White, the head of the medical team. Most of the time, we are dealing with the wounds of the search team... They have been working very hard, and I hope I can do something for them.

"Well, you know, I only have medical magic and it's not bad..."

Next, the gentlemen answered the conversation in a gentlemanly manner.

The man with brown curly hair was sharp and dressed in a black banquet dress, standing upright like a soldier.

He seemed a little unaccustomed to suits and shoes, but under the threat of the knight commander and respect for Allen, he still endured the constraints of the suit.

He nodded solemnly and said,

"Your Highness, Wade Walter, the head of the search team, is responsible for the recovery of the compatriots in Knockturn Alley."

The blond-haired boy next to him smiled warmly, patted Walter's arm helplessly, and bowed,

"Amber Lawrence, responsible for conveying and handling external news, Fudge finally decided to invite you to engrave the alchemy array, that is, our external relations team will be responsible."

Allen nodded slightly and exclaimed,

"The outreach team gave a perfect answer to the Ministry of Magic's alchemy formation. It is precisely because of this that we are not afraid of the threat from the Ministry of Magic.

"—An Bo, thank you for your hard work!"

Amber Lawrence paused, pursed her lips in joy, bowed slightly, and glanced at her companions with a hint of showing off.

Next, a brown-haired mature man with plaster casts on his arms and legs said with a smile,

"Your Highness, I'm Celtic Winslow, the former head of the search team. I retired to recuperate due to physical injuries, and I'm responsible for sorting out and uploading the internal information of the Ministry of Magic that you sent back."

He tilted his head in embarrassment, as if he wanted to raise his hand to scratch his head, but then remembered that he had applied hairspray, so he reluctantly put it down.

Allen couldn't help laughing, and said softly,

"Oh, Winslow... This is a very important matter. All our future counterpoints must be based on this!"

The man with blond brown hair who looked a little sleek at the side saw it, and took over the conversation skillfully,

"Oh, Your Highness! Winslow doesn't know his blessings. If it were me, I would be so happy to be in such a leisurely and important position!"

"Oh?"

Allen raised his eyebrows curiously.

Standing behind Allen, Lance gave him a warning look, his light purple eyes carrying a faint threat.

The man barely shut his mouth, restrained himself and saluted,

"Your Highness... Evan Blair, in charge of the business operations of the Liaison Committee."

He faintly puffed out his chest, and said with a touch of pride,

"I'm in charge of all wizarding and Muggle business.

"In the wizarding world, I am preparing potion planting and purchasing, and at the same time selling various designs to various shops in the wizarding world.

"In the Muggle world, we have also established a financial company with royal funds... This has brought a lot of income to the Liaison Committee."

He said proudly, "It won't be long before we can be responsible for our own profits and losses, and we won't take up your activity funds anymore."

After speaking, he felt a little guilty, his eyes gliding over Alan's simple aquamarine brooch, he frowned slightly and lowered his eyes.

Lance smiled gently, walked towards Allen, and said soothingly,

"Lance Loren, the head of the Liaison Committee, is in charge of the safe house and is responsible for all knight affairs outside the school."

He said softly, "If you have any doubts, please ask."

All the responsible persons bowed to caress their hearts, "If you have any doubts, please contact us!"

Allen raised his hand and pressed the armrest of the high-back chair, slowly got up, opened his arms and said, "Masters, we will create great achievements together here!"

He pressed down on the table with both hands, and said playfully, "Maybe, the first thing we have to do is to replace this table?"

Lance was taken aback and couldn't help laughing.

He stared at Allen, and said softly, "Your Highness is saying, change it into a round table?"

Allen knocked on the table and said with a smile, "This long table is inherited from the Victorian era, which was our glorious era.

"In my heart, you are my Knights of the Round Table, and we will also create the same glory in the magic world as we did back then!

"All little Muggle-born wizards can have Victorian dignity in the wizarding world."

All the leaders were excited for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly warmed up.

They cheered and invited Allen to sit down, held rich black tea, and reported to Allen excitedly about the relevant matters and future plans.

Those light purple pupils drooped down into the galaxy.

The knight commander finally felt relieved, and sat safely on the left hand side of the crown prince.