Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After all, Hogsmeade village is not big, and Alan soon finished his shopping.

At noon, following Lance's advice, he went to Three Broomsticks to buy a glass of cherry juice, asked the proprietress to pack it up, and carried it to the Pafudi Teahouse.

——Of course, he didn't forget to cast the Confusion Curse on himself.

It is worth mentioning that he saw Sirius, Lupine, Harry, and even Hermione and Ron at the three broomsticks. People at the table were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Allen observed them with smooth eyes, very calm in his heart.

...maybe not peaceful either.

After all, he was the one who brought Harry to this point.

Alan himself didn't know whether he felt guilty, or he didn't want to surround Harry with too many relatives and friends, so as not to cause trouble when destroying the last Horcrux.

He took the glass of cherry juice, avoided the proprietress Ms. Rosmerta's hand in a gentlemanly way, turned and walked out of the store.

He walked into the Puffy Teahouse, feeling a little uncomfortable surrounded by a crowd of lovers.

But now that it's here...

Allen still bit the bullet and ordered a strawberry cake, and ordered a crispy toast under the recommendation of the proprietress.

When he finished paying and walked into a small cubicle under the guidance of the clerk, he felt like he had just stepped out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den again!

A piece of pink came into view, and the decoration here is the same as the one outside.

Pink window screens, pink tablecloths, pink shelves...

By the way, there is a layer of white lace on the pink tablecloth.

Allen closed his eyes deeply.

——Damn knight commander!

He must settle accounts with Lance when he goes back, what place is this recommended!

Fortunately, there is a confusion spell blocking it, which can be regarded as saving the crown prince's face!

But if it comes, it will be safe, and Allen must have lunch safely.

He sealed off the surrounding area with a barrier, sitting in a patch of pink, his fair cheeks were flushed, he didn't know whether it was from being angry or reflected by the patch of pink.

If it is the latter, then this is indeed a good place to create ambiguity!

Allen was so angry that he barely ate a meal, and planned to go back to school at night to have a good meal.

When he left the teahouse, he didn't even think about checking the progress of the clothing industry, so he went back to Hogwarts.

...I also went to Three Broomsticks to pack two glasses of cherry juice and honey water.

Cough, maybe the knight commander is still reliable.

At least the strawberry shortcake was delicious too.

It's not that he didn't want to go to the Pig's Head Bar to have a look, but on the one hand, the Knight Commander reported that it was a messy place, where people of all religions gathered, and it was hard to guarantee that there would not be a black wizard;

on the other hand……

Allen went, but the boss of the house frowned the moment he saw him, as if he saw something killing his father and enemy, and drove him out of the door.

The boss was sloppy, wearing an apron that was so dirty that he couldn't see the color, he was very strong, and shouted in a rough voice,

"Get out, I don't do your business here!"

Allen frowned slightly, mobilized the magic power in the air, and located a magic item on him at once.

It seemed to be an eyepiece that could see through Confusion and Transfiguration spells.

For the sake of playing...

For the sake of the cherry juice...

For the sake of him going to Durmstrang to find his mother soon...

He endured!

In this situation where Dumbledore may not be willing to help him contact the school over there, one thing more is worse than one thing less!

Allen took out a glass of cherry juice angrily, inserted the straw into it vigorously, and sucked half of the glass in one gulp.

The moderately sweet and sour fruit juice relieved his anxiety to a great extent.

He was so angry that he ran to the three broomsticks and asked the proprietress to pack a glass of butterbeer. Then he happily walked back along the Black Lake and returned to Hogwarts.

He strolled around the campus, admiring the beautiful view of the castle.

At this time, the seniors were all lingering in Hogsmeade, the juniors were still struggling in class, and there was no one on campus.

It is also rare for him to let go of the Crown Prince's ostentation without taking others into consideration.

But before his back loosened a bit, he was almost burned by a burst of fire that suddenly appeared.

Allen leaned back abruptly, and took a few steps back in succession, trying to keep his image.

He took a closer look and lightly ground his molars.

——Sure enough, it was Fox.

The phoenix got angry again for some reason, and it just spit fire at him, relying on the fact that there was no one on campus, it chased Alan and spit fireballs one after another.

Allen walked quickly into the castle, and the silent magic gathered the fireballs one by one, and annihilated them invisible.

He said helplessly, "Fox, what's wrong with you?"

Is he chasing birds this semester?

Tita just ran away in anger, and now there is Fox again!

Fox blew angrily, and it seemed that he didn't want to talk to him at all.

Its big wings flapped the air up and down, and it slammed at Alan's hair, as if messing with Alan's hairstyle was very fulfilling.

Dumbledore stood on the edge of the tall tower, watching from a distance, the only blond boy on the grass chasing and fighting with the flaming phoenix.

He smiled softly, with endless emotion.

... Back then, Gellert always pissed Fox off.

At that time, Aberforth hated that crazy golden bird the most.

The young Aberforth just hated someone taking away his brother's care, and his unqualified brother gave Gellert ten times more care and patience than his younger siblings.

However, Gellert is not a good-tempered person.

The two are cynic almost as soon as they meet, which can quickly devolve into quarrels and fights.

Of course, Aberforth couldn't beat the blond hair, so it would soon develop into Gellert's unilateral output.

Back then, he did a lot of mediation for these two people.

Later, Aberforth also learned to be smart.

The child simply hugged Fox, whispering in Fenghuang's ear every day, and asked Fenghuang to peck Gellert whenever he got angry.

But because of him, the big golden bird could only endure, and was chased all over the yard every time.

Mother was still there at the time, always dragging her frail body to prepare delicious food for them, and reprimanding Aberforth for his bad temper at the dinner table.

Occasionally, Mother would ask Gellert to stay for dinner.

That arrogant Durmstrang boy would always hold back a little under his mother's persuasion, and managed to grab a bite from Fenghuang's mouth.

He still remembers,

They hid in his bedroom, and that crazy guy threatened him that one day he would have to roast the phoenix and eat it!

Dumbledore smiled wistfully.

Over there, today's blond boy is more mellow than Gellert back then, buying off the gluttonous Phoenix with a glass of cherry juice...

The old man withdrew his gaze, returned to the office, and sat down in his armchair.

He stands on the tower, sits on the tower, sleeps on the tower.

He is the Tower itself.

But he missed that summer even more, his mother at that time, his siblings at that time, and that time...

That hateful and insolent Durmstrang boy.

Dumbledore thought that he should grant the little prince's simple wish to meet his mother.

At least on this point, Allen is just a poor kid.