Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The hall was silent, and the little wizards were shocked.

The little Muggle-born wizards were silent for a while, revealing a trace of confusion.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... How did he get assigned to that Slytherin who insists on blood? !

The little pure-blood wizard was also shocked, a Muggleborn, went to Slytherin?

The little wizards of Slytherin were even more shocked. Why did this Muggle school manager come to our college? !

Harry looked at the distant Ellen hesitantly, and pursed his lips.

Ron opened his mouth wide, "How could Allen be assigned to Slytherin!"

He patted Harry on the shoulder lightly. Just now Harry was looking forward to Alan being assigned to Gryffindor. "Harry, sorry!"

Draco and Allen were probably the only ones who were expected and satisfied with this result.

The hat was removed from his head, and Ellen gave a perfect smile and got up and walked to the Slytherin table.

Draco immediately pushed Crabbe beside him and patted the position.

Allen lifted his robe and sat next to Draco.

The Slytherins looked at Allen with complicated expressions.

Well, it doesn't matter that this Mudblood is a school manager, but he gets along very well with Malfoy...

Are they still awake...

Dumbledore was the first to react.

A crown prince is naturally used to hierarchy, etiquette, privacy and practicality, so it seems that Slytherin is indeed a good choice.

Moreover, the Crown Prince also came with a mission to reconcile the relationship between pure-bloods and Muggles, it is indeed more convenient to be a Slytherin.

The old man's eyes were a bit complicated, and he looked over with azure blue eyes, looking at the blond hair and platinum head together.

He had already speculated a lot in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

After all the students were sorted, Dumbledore stood up,

"Ah, welcome, welcome to Hogwarts, everyone! Before the delicious food clogs up your brains, I have to say a few words first.

"Freshmen, please note that no student is strictly prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest, and the administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind you—

"Anyone who does not want to be tortured to death, please do not enter the corridor on the right of the fourth floor.

"Then, the dinner party begins!"

As Dumbledore's voice fell, the empty plate was filled with food in an instant.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce...

There are even mint hard candies.

The little wizards made a sound of "Oh~" in surprise, and started to take their favorite food, and glanced at Allen from time to time.

Slytherins are always very quiet, and they look at people quietly, and no one is rude even when a large pile of food suddenly appears in front of them.

Allen was very satisfied, he nodded to Harry who was looking at him, and began to eat elegantly.

At this time, many ghosts suddenly appeared from the walls, and they floated across the hall cheering or reserved, or sat at the dining tables of their respective colleges.

The bloody Baron floated to the Slytherin long table, and sat next to Allen with dull eyes.The robe on his body was stained with blood, which gave people a really bad impression.

Allen was shivered by the ice, and felt that there was a mobile freezer sitting beside him.

"Mr. Barrow?" he whispered.

The bloody Baro turned his head to look at him, his eyes were distracted, and he spoke in a serious voice, "yes?"

Draco looked at Allen with his neck straightened, admiring that he dared to talk to the bloody Baron.

The sights of other little snakes drifted over as if they were not there.

Allen took a sip of the hot tea, which warmed him up a bit.He said, "Do you come to eat with the students every day?"

"No." The blood man Baro looked at him coldly.

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly to express surprise, "Eh? I saw that you sat next to us on purpose, and thought you liked us very much."

The bloody Baro snorted coldly, stood up and floated away.

Alan, who successfully drove the ghost away, took a sip of hot tea, and ate safely under the admiring gaze of all the little snakes.

He didn't care about the group of little wizards staring openly and secretly, took a sandwich and lamb chops, and talked to Draco with his head tilted.

When all of them had almost eaten, the table was suddenly cleared, and then, sweet and greasy desserts filled the plate in an instant.

Draco rubbed his stomach and said in a low voice, "Merlin! I'm full!" He looked at the small cake on the plate, but still reached out to take a portion.

The same goes for Ellen, no one can say no to dessert!isn't it?

Not knowing which cooks made the food at Hogwarts, Alan thought, he could pay double the money to hire them!

After eating two pieces of pudding without realizing it, he finally put down his fork reluctantly—it is really hard to find a dessert that is not too sweet in the UK!

Allen took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, then took out another handkerchief and wiped his fingers slowly.

He looked up at the professor's seat, and fixed on a professor wearing a huge purple turban.

Even in the wizarding world, the professor looked a little odd.Of course, the black-robed professor next to him was not much better.

But he liked the gentle witch on the far left. This witch wore a plant-woven wizard hat and bracelet, exuding an air of tolerance.

He was about to look away when he met Dumbledore's eyes.

Allen smiled, nodded slightly, then turned around and asked, "Draco, do you know who Professor Snape is?"

Draco was burying his head in the fight against the cream cake. Hearing this, he swallowed the contents of his mouth and raised his chin slightly, "It's the one in the black robe!"

"The professor is very strict on potions, you should worry about it in advance!"

He pursed his mouth and lowered his voice, "And he is not forgiving, the snake king's venom is not for nothing!"

Allen laughed, perhaps because of Dumbledore's words, he had a good first impression of the professor.

Even if he is dressed heavily and looks bad, he is still the king of snakes that sprays venom in the hearts of all the students.

He also still felt that the professor was a brave and respectable man.

At this moment, Snape finally moved his eyes away from Zirrell and Harry, and stared coldly at the Muggle crown prince on the Slytherin table.

This golden head was very conspicuous, shining under the light, which made him feel very tired.

—Another brat Dumbledore ordered.

He thought viciously that a savior who looked like a replica of James Potter was enough to make him physically and mentally exhausted.

This old bee is really not afraid of his own sudden death, and arranged for an uneasy Muggle monster!

A Muggleborn!

A Muggleborn in Slytherin!

Merlin on!

The poor potions professor can already imagine how much trouble he will have to deal with because of this Muggle crown prince!How much of his poor research time will be squeezed out!

A sense of boredom rose in his heart, he looked away with a wooden face, and continued to stare at Harry on the Gryffindor table.