Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The dormitory arranged by Lucius for the future of Draco and the family is obviously not that bad.

The house is big and has a separate washroom.

The two opened the door and went in. Right opposite the door was a huge round window, a huge squid floated faintly, and the floor was covered with a soft dark green and silver-white carpet.

A wooden low cabinet is placed on the central axis against the wall on the right side, and two four-poster beds are separated by a desk on the left and right.

Dark green silk curtains were hung beside the bed, the soft bed had already been made, and the bed cover was embroidered with silver thread.

On the other side of the two beds is a symmetrically distributed "L"-shaped huge wardrobe, providing them with a cloakroom-like experience.

Against the wall on the other side of the room was a huge wooden bookshelf reaching to the ceiling, divided in the middle and trimmed with silver patterns.At this time, the bookshelves were empty, waiting for the two to place books.

In front of the bookshelf is a set of leather sofas and a coffee table, which are classic in style and very comfortable.

Medieval tapestries hanging on the walls tell of the great adventures of the famous Slytherin, and silver lanterns hang from the upper ceiling, and there is the faint sound of gentle waves from the bottom of the lake beating against the windows.

Both nodded in satisfaction, and found their luggage in front of the low cabinet.

Draco snapped his fingers, and an ugly creature wearing an old pillowcase appeared in the room, saluted Draco in a high-pitched voice, "Dobby has seen the little master!"

"Pick up your things."

Draco pointed to the area by the window, and ordered this haughtily.

"House-elf?"

Short, big ears, squeaky voice, worn pillowcase...

At a glance, Allen matched the creature in front of him with the house elf mentioned in the book.

Draco nodded. Seeing that Allen looked at Dobby curiously, he explained, "They are born to serve wizards, and the master's orders are paramount. Pure-blood families with a bit of history will have them—except for the Weasley family."

Allen automatically ignored his last sentence and asked curiously, "Are they the wizard's property?"

"Of course!" Draco said arrogantly, "Can you use it to clean up for you?"

"No," Allen chuckled, "I'll do it myself." After he finished speaking, he took out his wand and waved it.

The closet opened by itself, and clothes and shoes floated out of the suitcase one by one, flew into the closet and settled themselves.

The books also flew out to the bookshelf by themselves, all of them were general knowledge in the wizarding world, large reference books, and compulsory homework brought by the Muggle world, and soon filled his half of the shelf.

Draco stared dumbfounded at the ease with which he swung his wand, and before he could comment on his mastery of the spell, he saw the books filling half the shelf.

The little peacock's face was wrinkled into a bun, "Why did you take so many books?"

"Ok?"

Allen was holding the transparent watch cabinet full of famous watches, thinking about where to put it, and came back to his senses when he heard the words, "This is the homework that my father gave me before Christmas."

Draco: ...

"Oh."

He was expressionless.

He thought that the Malfoy family had strict requirements on heirs, but compared with this one, he felt that his father was really indulgent to him.

Allen held the watch cabinet by himself and put it on the bed.

He took a goblet casually, turned it into a waist-high furniture like a podium, and placed the watch cabinet on it.

Luxury watches that smell of money glisten on black velvet.

Draco was originally attracted by his Transfiguration, but when he came over to take a look, he was attracted by the watch.

Allen gave him one by the way, and drove him to wash up.

Allen took out his phone, and sure enough, he saw an empty signal grid.

He sighed and sat down at the desk, picked up the pen and spread out the letter paper, and began to write a letter to his father. After finishing writing, he sealed it with sealing wax, affixed the royal coat of arms, and took Tita out of the common room door, letting her bite Xin Fei gone.

When he returned to the dormitory, Draco had just come out of the wash, went to the desk and began to write a letter, saw him ask, "Why did you go?"

"Send a letter to my royal father!" The two looked at each other and smiled, because of their striking similarity.

The next day, Allen woke up at six o'clock. He looked at the strange bed curtain, and his mind slowly returned to his original position.

He got up and got out of bed, washed and brushed his teeth, cleaned himself up, put on his school uniform - the only good thing about being in school is not having to bother to choose clothes, fumbled to adjust the magic window to the morning sun, and went to wake Draco.

The little platinum peacock sleeps peacefully, with blond hair spread softly on his forehead, and the sun hits his face, revealing the fine fluff on his white face, like a perfect doll.

——What a beautiful picture, it would be great if this young master could get up quickly!

Allen rubbed his eyebrows.

Last night, the two of them chatted about Hogwarts. The little peacock talked about the legend of Hogwarts, the old news of various pure-blood families, from the Quidditch school team to the Quidditch World Cup...

Draco became more and more excited as he talked, and was repeatedly reminded by Allen of the transformation class at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and then he closed his mouth with difficulty at midnight.

As for why it is so out of control...

Allen sighed, rubbed his temples—

It was indeed him who allowed himself to obtain all kinds of information... and even led it intentionally or unintentionally.

After finally pulling the little peacock up from the bed, Allen pushed him to wash up, and then exited the bathroom.

He quickly and orderly arranged the items they needed for class, put them into two classic handmade Cambridge schoolbags, sat on the sofa, took out the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" to pass the time, and waited for Draco.

After the little peacock was dressed, he put hairspray on his hair, and Alan carried his schoolbag in a daze. As soon as he left the dormitory, he tried his best to look very energetic, and went to the cafeteria to eat under the leadership of the prefect.

In the hall, the students sat down in twos and threes in an orderly manner. Draco took the sandwich and milk handed to him by Allen in a daze and settled the breakfast, suddenly startled.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Allen asked.

"My book!" Draco looked at Alan with a bitter face, and whispered, "I didn't bring a book."

Allen suppressed a smile, "You didn't bring a book, so what's in your bag?"

Draco was taken aback, "When will I have the bag?"

He looked down at Alan's line of sight, and he saw that he was carrying a delicate brown leather bag.

Open it and see that textbooks, parchment, ink, quills, and a delicate pen are packed in the bag by category.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, "It's thanks to you for helping me clean up, otherwise Malfoy's face would have been embarrassing!"

Allen shook his head helplessly and took a sip of the milk.

—Malfoy won't lose face, you'll just grab Crabbe's or Goyle's books and let them both get scolded.

Allen was surprised to find that he already knew this difficult little peacock so well.