Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

No one expected that the farce at breakfast was just the beginning.

All the dwarves came and went from all the classrooms that day, sullen and with pink envelopes.

When Allen was taking care of the deformation effects of the little wizards for Professor McGonagall, a dozen dwarves broke into the door of the transformation classroom with sullen faces.

They each ran to different students, and three of them went straight to Alan.

The little wizards who didn't receive the love letter sighed regretfully, and watched the dwarfs yelling with great interest - or gloating.

Allen watched the three dwarves run up to him, aggressively saying,

"Very well, Muggle Crown Prince, hold still!"

With gloomy faces, they automatically sorted out the order, and shouted loudly,

"I've got eighteen of your Valentine's Day cards—take them!"

Allen was caught off guard and stuffed with a lot of greeting cards, reluctantly maintaining his expression, seeing the dwarf continue to say,

"And two love letters with music—shut up and listen!"

Alan:  …

He saw the dwarf strum the harp and howl loudly,

"Your blond hair is like the sun, shining in my heart—"

Draco endured the dwarf talking in front of him, ignored the other party's chaotic words "I will marry you with a bride price", and looked at Alan gloatingly.

The dwarf over there continued,

"Your blue eyes are like flowers—"

It plucked its harp and howled loudly, "How—how I want it to look at me—"

Allen smiled hard.

The crown prince, who has been carefully trained by His Majesty the King's classical music, can hardly bear this kind of out-of-tune and howling garbled characters.

He watched the little dwarf run away with a stiff face, and then looked at the second dwarf who came up after him.

At this moment, Allen heard a voice from Harry,

"His eyes are as green as pickled toads—"

Allen instantly felt that his words were bearable, at least those words and expressions were normal, but the dwarf's singing was poor.

The second dwarf glared at him like he'd seen a hundred Harry Potter Snapes.

It stared at Allen, put its hands together on the side of its face, and shrugged its shoulders.

— Ellen assumes it's meant to imitate girls' shyness.

It tried to shriek in its rough voice,

"Ah—His Royal Highness, I want to take off your clothes—"

Allen's face was extremely ugly.

The little man continued,

"You don't know who I am anyway!"

Allen took a deep breath, restraining his killing intent to cast black magic.

Professor McGonagall was already angry because the class was disrupted. Hearing this sentence, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Soon, the third dwarf slid in front of Allen.

Its face is cold and dry,

"Happy Valentine's Day my dear Highness. I mean, are you considering dating a boy?"

The dwarf's face became even colder, he gritted his teeth,

"I can wait for you to grow up—oh, His Majesty won't be angry, will he?"

Alan:  …

Thank you, you will be angry, you will be so angry that you will kick me out of the castle!

He took a deep breath, watched the dwarf turn away indifferently, and looked at the mess in the classroom.

Draco couldn't laugh at him anymore.

Allen heard a sharp ear,

"I really want to slap you hard enough to make your pale little face flush!"

Alan:  …

Is the aesthetics of wizards so peculiar?

Harry and Theodore were trying to hold back their laughter, their faces flushed, and they looked like they were going to lose their temper.

When the group of dwarves left, Professor McGonagall shook her lips, apparently so angry that she didn't know what to say.

She still seemed to hear the hoarse voices of the dwarfs, the remnants of their chanting love letters and greeting cards to Hermione,

"Throw away your useless dry books and go on a date with me!"

Professor Maomao looked at the students in the classroom with bad faces, and then looked at Alan who was taking a deep breath, shaking his lips and said,

"—Class is over!"

Angrily, she picked up her textbook and walked out. Judging by her posture, she was going to settle accounts with Lockhart.

How much Allen hoped that Professor Maomao would win, but unfortunately, judging from the situation that the dwarves kept breaking in during class in the afternoon...

Professor McGonagall failed.

When Allen heard the rough voice again, he couldn't maintain his self-cultivation.

Maybe the little wizards all know that the dwarves can't tell the real name, so they all started to let themselves go.

Like, "I can be your secret lover—"

Or, "When I think of you kissing me, I am fascinated—"

Allen missed the last class wearily, and simply went back to the dormitory, holding a cup of black tea, and continued to work out the recent assignments.

Yes, aside from Lockhart's deceit, there's a Dobby to deal with.

As for Snape's research...

An effective version of Wolfsbane Potion has already been brewed, and he is not needed for subsequent tests.

At this moment, Allen's magic line was hooked.

...it was Lance.

He connected the call, and heard the gentle and clear voice of the knight commander,

"Good afternoon, Your Highness. I heard from Alger that you didn't go to the last History of Magic class?"

Allen smiled.

"I heard that you invited Diana and the three of them to the safe house at Christmas?—Oh, no, it's called 'Lake House' now."

He took a sip of his tea and said,

"Now the three of them are listening to you."

Lance paused for a moment, and there was a cautious voice,

"Please forgive me, I'm just afraid that the three of them are not doing well enough to share with you. Inviting them to the lakeside hut for a while is just to give them some training."

Allen laughed and comforted, "I don't mean to blame you, Lance—I said, you are my knight commander, of course you can do things cheaply."

He sighed softly, rubbed his temples, and said helplessly,

"You must have heard about Lockhart's farce?"

Lance suppressed a smile and said softly, "Your Highness, don't be angry. Doesn't the dwarf's frequent search for you show your charm?"

"—if their words can be restrained." Allen added.

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I have good news for you." Lance said with a smile, "The evidence of Lockhart's deception has been collected for you by the Knights outside the school."

Allen slowly sat up straight and listened to the other side,

"As long as you give an order, we can expose these evidences at any time."

He raised his hand and said, "No, Lance, this will expose the existence of the Knights outside the school."

Lan Siwen said, "Yes, so let me ask you for instructions, how to deal with the follow-up?"

Allen thought, "... Rita Skeeter."

Those sea blue eyes were as quiet as the deep sea, and he said, "Lance, contact Rita Skeeter and ask her to write a manuscript to create public opinion."

Lance continued, "All we have to do is add fuel to the fire."

He said softly, "Okay, Your Highness. Leave everything to me!"

Allen laughed happily, and exclaimed, "You are really my Lancelot, Knight Commander—with you, I always feel at ease!"