Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The most fundamental transformation in Draco Malfoy's life happened during this Christmas break.

In the beginning, he only came here for Muggle weapons and to satisfy his own curiosity, who would have seen the terrifyingly powerful guns;

After that, he still maintained his arrogance as a wizard, thinking that wizards are superior, but the endless new trends in Muggle cities made him see the stagnation of the wizarding world;

Later, that blond jerk took him to the amusement park, and then to other places...

Draco's perception has been completely overturned.

His upbringing had always taught him that Muggles were such inferior creatures that their lives could be trampled on at will.

Even later, in order to maintain his friendship with Allen, he became the head of Slytherin again, and he didn't have much affection for Muggleborns.

At best, it was just for Allen's face, barely maintaining the peace on the surface.

Draco's eyes were a little complicated.

But these days, he did see a richer, more alive world.

For the first time, he knew how society works, and for the first time, it turned out that the country is supported by so many professions and people.

He has seen the latest technology of Muggles, and the wisdom of life of Muggles...

If you look at it without prejudice, the Muggle world is so vibrant.

...and the wizarding world is stale.

Is the lineage theory they have been advocating for a long time really correct?

Draco was still thinking about it until he returned to Hogwarts.

He returned to Slytherin, listening to the pure-blood friends around him discussing the same old topics, suddenly feeling a little bored.

—Oh, can't we make some changes?

No longer showing off the influence of the family in the wizarding world, no longer discussing a few small innovations in Fengya Clothing Store, no longer paying attention to the flexibility of the quill, and no longer even paying attention to the comparison between Light Wheel 2001 and Sweeping Seven Stars...

Draco almost wanted to yell,

Can't we discuss something new?

- New advancements, like replacing the poor broom with Weasley's flying car?New changes, such as constantly introducing new ones in the stores under your own jurisdiction?

Or, to accept the new things of the Muggles, just like accepting the lights and trains in the Muggle world?

Theodore looked at him strangely and mused, "Draco...I haven't seen you in the common room much lately..."

He said slowly, "Are you having a bad time with Your Highness?"

Draco frowned and shook his head slightly, "No, Theodore, that blond bastard is still responsible."

"That is?"

Theodore raised his eyebrows curiously.

Draco glanced at him, raised his eyebrows rather strangely, "——why have you been so active recently? It seems like it started after school started?"

Theodore frowned slightly, leaned slowly on the sofa, and quickly pulled out a good reason.

He said, "...it was my father who promised me that he would drink less alcohol these days."

Draco looked at him with complicated eyes, finally shrugged awkwardly, nodded reluctantly, "I hope so."

...After so many years, Theodore still harbors such unrealistic fantasies?

His father had already said——

If old Nott could change it, he would have changed it long ago.Since the Dark Lord lost power, 11 years have passed, and I am afraid there is no room for maneuver.

There is almost no chance of recovery for such an alcoholic.

Draco pouted.

—but he won't shatter poor Theodore's illusions, forget it!

He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Theodore, have you seen Alan recently? I hardly saw him except in class!"

Theodore shook his head lightly, and said with a smile, "You share a dormitory with His Highness, and you can't even find him. How can I see him?"

He held a glass of pumpkin juice,

"...However, you also know that His Highness has been very busy. Maybe there is something new recently?"

Draco also took a cup of pumpkin juice and snorted softly,

"This model worker is really not afraid of exhausting himself to death..."

Theodore smiled, and frowned worriedly.

He changed the subject and said, "Oh, by the way, Draco...you haven't told us, besides Muggle weapons, what else do you play in the palace?"

Hearing this, Draco immediately got angry, curled up his lips arrogantly, as if he didn't care, and said, "Ah... I went around the Muggle city and bought some new things..."

He coughed lightly, looked at Theodore with burning eyes, and said,

"If you want to see it very much, I can reluctantly show it to you!"

Before Theodore could speak, he was dragged into their bedroom by the excited Draco.

At this moment, the center of their conversation is in the small study in the secret room.

Allen didn't look up the material, and he didn't do the Liaison Committee business—yes, that's rare.

I saw him wearing a black sportswear, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and leaned tiredly on the high-back chair with his eyes closed.

If you look closely, you can see faint cold sweat overflowing from the forehead, wet the blonde hair thinly.

He didn't seem to be in a good condition, his face was pale, and his fingers were trembling faintly.

Tita jumped up and down worriedly beside him, landed on his shoulders, and gently rubbed against his neck.

Salazar floated aside, frowning worriedly, and said coldly,

"How many times have I told you! Magic training requires restraint, restraint! I see you like a ghost, when will you toss yourself into a magic riot, and when will it be over!"

He narrowed his eyes and snorted heavily,

"You son of a bitch... don't think how smart you are in continuous training. Once your magic power riots and becomes a squib, let's see how you deal with that mess!"

Salazar seemed to be gloating and sneered,

"At that time, I really don't have to worry about the future of the wizarding world!"

Allen barely opened his eyes, and then closed them deeply.

The slightly diverted magic power wandered chaotically in his body, as if tearing his muscle heart, and there were bursts of throbbing pain, which made him almost speechless.

He whispered, "Sorry..."

Allen smiled wryly and tilted his head wearily.

"Ancestor, please stop talking...let me be quiet for a while..."

He knew that in a short time, he could not defeat Dumbledore through combat skills.

So he tried to overwhelm the mighty old principal with a rough attack method—that is, crushing with magic power.

He could only constantly squeeze his own magic power, and then induce the magic power factor to pour in, artificially impacting the limit of the body's ability to hold magic power.

But such overtraining puts a lot of burden on his body.

Every time he trained, he exhausted all his mental and physical strength, so he could barely return to the study in the secret room, leaning on the high-back chair with his eyes closed to rest.

Salazar frowned deeply and cursed fiercely.

damn it!

Can't he have normal offspring?

One or two, one is crazier than the other!Play yourself to death sooner or later!

Allen trembled slightly, exhaled deeply, and eased the chaotic flow of magic power.

He worked hard to mobilize the magic power factors, asking them to straighten out the magic power path for him.

Salazar frowned fiercely, watching him quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Allen barely straightened out the magic path in his body.

——This is too thrilling, if it weren't for the help of his magic factor, I'm afraid there is a real risk of becoming a squib, and Dumbledore would have to be alarmed.

Snake Ancestor watched the little boy calm down slowly, and had nothing to say, curled up a little disheartened.

—He doesn't care about this stupid bastard any more!

Allen withdrew his gaze guiltily, and when he raised his hand, the date and time with a blue light appeared in the air.

...?

He looked at the date hesitantly, and quickly sat up straight.

Now it wasn't just a dull pain in his body, even his stomach was empty, and he protested solemnly.

Allen held his forehead angrily.

—Has he missed three days of lessons?

He quickly pulled out the parchment, endured the slight discomfort and wrote the leave note, asking Tita to take it to the professors one by one.

He walked out of the secret room slowly, embraced the illusion spell, and ran to the kitchen to look for food in broad daylight.

Under the warm hospitality of the house elves, Allen reluctantly restrained his will to eat, took care of his body, and ate some warm and digestible food.

Just as he was holding a glass of milk and leaning back on the chair to relax, the kitchen door was pushed open.

A shy Hufflepuff boy walked in.

The other party is about 1.8 meters tall, looks handsome, and looks quite gentle.

Seeing him, the other party raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he was not sure how to address him, "Er... Muggle Crown Prince?"

Allen was startled, sat up straight, got up and nodded, "Yes, you are?"

The young man smiled and bowed slightly, "Ah... Cedric Diggory, I have known you for a long time—yes, Mr. Lister often mentions you."

He saw the food on the small table next to Allen, and nodded gracefully, "Excuse me, let me get some mint hard candy.

"...The history of magic taught by Professor Binns in the afternoon. I'm worried that I'll be sleepy in class, so here's some refreshment."

He bid farewell politely, hesitated before leaving, and said softly, "Ah...sorry for the offense, the Muggleborns in the whole school are looking for you, if it's convenient for you, go and meet them as soon as possible."

Allen's hand holding the milk glass paused, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

Cedric showed an awkward but polite smile and asked,

"—Do you need my help to convey it?"