Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next day, Allen was woken up by his biological clock.

He covered his forehead in confusion, his arm was pulled by the sleeve of his shirt, causing a slight inconvenience.

Probably he really couldn't drink alcohol. At this time, he was exhausted and had continuous headaches.

He was thinking wildly:

what happened yesterday?

Allen tried his best to recall yesterday's content, and chaotic memory fragments flashed through his mind, almost making him think that he was back before he was seven years old.

Hogsmeade?

Drinking...was drinking at a banquet?

Malfoy Manor, or the Notts?No, it doesn't seem to be...

But he didn't bother to rummage through his memory.

He pressed his stomach, endured the rising nausea, and rushed straight into the bathroom.

After emptying his stomach and intestines, Allen felt the stench on his body belatedly.

gosh...

He's never been this dirty in his life!

Now that there is no need for Edward to issue a prohibition order, he will never touch alcohol again in his life!

After he'd cleared himself up and summoned a good breakfast—sandwiches, fried eggs, and milk to ease his upset stomach—he didn't think about anything else.

The blond boy tapped on the table and let the house-elf take away the dishes.

He got up and walked to the display case full of famous watches, the minute hands and hands on it all pointed to the same time.

07: 30.

Well, there is still time.

Durmstrang, yes, to Durmstrang today.

Yesterday's memory is messy, only this incident is deeply engraved on the memory tower.

Allen exhaled lightly.

He packed himself, put on a Hogwarts wizard robe over a well-tailored suit, and went to the headmaster's office with the suitcase he had already packed.

Together with Dumbledore, he arrived at Durmstrang's headmaster's office through the international Floo network that had been prepared.

Numerous fireplaces flashed before the eyes, and different living rooms could be vaguely seen.

Perhaps because of being trapped in the distorted space, Allen always felt that this teleportation was extremely long.

It was as if I was trapped in this invisible thing.

Finally, he saw a simple brick-red living room. Overlooking the burning fire, he could vaguely see the simple bricks and wood inside.

Standard German architectural style.

Here they are.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

He bowed his head and stepped out of the fireplace to stand upright, with a straight posture, carrying the inherent nobility and majesty of a crown prince.

What catches the eye is the simple interior.

The brick-red walls dispel some of the cold caused by the high latitude, and the classic lighting illuminates the room, making the room very warm.

There is only a wooden desk and a few chairs here, with simple bookshelves next to it.The furniture is clean in lines, restrained in quantity, and there is not a single useless thing.

The sea blue eyes flicked lightly, and one could see the solidity and exquisiteness of the materials.

...indeed the German style.

He looked back, briefly nodded to the tall boy standing next to him, and looked at the two principals who were talking over there.

Igor Karkaroff smiled and opened his arms, and embraced Dumbledore warmly.

"Oh, Dumbledore! Nice to meet you!"

They seemed to have known each other for a long time, and there was some familiarity in their conversation.

Adhering to the students' code of conduct, Allen stood aside obediently, waiting for them to finish their greetings.

He was wearing an ordinary Hogwarts school robe, but he still couldn't hide his demeanor.

At this moment, the pupils moved slightly, thinking about the personality of the principal Durmstrang.

No wonder Allen was cautious, the other party looked really weird.

Karkaroff has shoulder-length black curly hair, hard as if waxed, and casually draped over his shoulders.

He had shaved his beard, and the goatee, like his hair, stuck stiffly under his nose and peaked at his chin.

The long white thick leather jacket on his body was cut in a simple and simple way, and it should look solemn, but it was strange no matter how you looked at it.

just like……

A wolf in sheep's clothing.

In particular, he also has a pair of light brown eyes, which are indifferent and sharp.

While speaking, you can see his yellow teeth.

Dumbledore finally turned the topic back on the right track. He opened his right hand, pointed to Allen who was standing aside, and introduced,

"Oh, Karkaroff, this is the Alan I mentioned to you. His courses are excellent, and the professors unanimously agreed that he should be an exchange student and exchange studies by the way."

Karkaroff glanced over and looked Alan up and down.

"Oh, this is the Muggle school manager? Dumbledore, you said in your letter that he is a unique genius?"

He narrowed his eyes and grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

That look is very strange.

It is as if a layer of paint has been painted on a fierce base color.

He held out his hand to Allen,

"I heard that you are the second descendant of Slytherin.

"--my pleasure."

Allen still showed a smile that belonged to the crown prince, and held the other's hand in a dignified and gentle manner.

He looked into the other person's eyes, seemed sincere and rude, and said in fluent German,

"Hi, Principal Karkaroff, it's an honor to come to Durmstrang as an exchange student."

Karkaroff was slightly surprised, and nodded at him.

Allen still had a constant smile, but couldn't help but look at another boy in the room.

The man was tall, muscular, and looked like a power fighter.

He keeps his hair straight, and even if he stands on the side, he still has a sense of presence that is hard to ignore.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh, Alan, this is Victor Krum.

"He is widely known as the Seeker for the Bulgarian team and is known as the best Seeker in the world.

"Of course, he was also a top student at school."

Allen nodded and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Krum."

Krum also looked at Allen.

His demeanor was not flexible, and he could even be said to be a little dull. He just nodded when he heard the words, as if speaking was too much effort for him, and squeezed out a greeting.

He had never seen a boy like Alan.

Durmstrang are basically muscular men, they like strong charm with a sense of strength, of course, they do not lack handsome gentlemen!

but……

The Muggle crown prince in front of him is a bit too thin, and looks very weak.

Height is okay.

Krum pondered, wondering if the Hogwarts school robes were looser, making people less strong.

... After all, the name of this genius has traveled across the ocean.

Karkaroff patted Dumbledore with a smile, and explained, "Victor is not good at words, and he can't speak a few words a day, but he is an excellent student."

"I promise you, Dumbledore. Victor will take care of Alan!"

Dumbledore was still smiling.

He looked at Allen, his azure blue eyes vaguely revealed some reminders, and he blinked slightly.

He had reminded the child that Karkaroff was a Death Eater and was released because of the list of confessions, and the news of Allen's confrontation with Voldemort had already been published in the newspapers...

He knew that Alan was smart and thoughtful, and the kid would definitely be cautious, but...

Allen looked into those eyes, showing a cute smile.

He really can't understand Dumbledore sometimes.

He clearly didn't want him to learn black magic, but he was willing to send him to Durmstrang; he was clearly afraid that he would go astray and suspicious to the point of vigilance, but he was still willing to remind him of Karkaroff's danger...

This time and again, he didn't feel resentful.

Sure enough, he is the man Grindelwald fell in love with.

"Okay, Victor!"

Karkaroff beckoned to Krum, patted Allen on the shoulder and said, "Victor, take Allen to the dormitory, and within this year, he will be in your care."

He looked at Dumbledore and said with a smile,

"Dumbledore, don't worry, I will take good care of your gifted student!"

Dumbledore tugged at his beard like an old urchin, and waved to Allen.

He said flatly, "Of course I believe, Karkaroff."