Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Allen smiled confidently, got up and stepped onto the high platform.

He opened his arms and said loudly, "Thank you for your kindness, how do you compete? One-on-one? Then don't say that I bully you."

"Of course!"

"Wait and see!"

The students were agitated by him, and they all wanted to see what this genius was capable of.

A third grader was the first to stand up.

He jumped onto the high platform, drew out his wand, and said loudly, "This is a competition of black magic, little prince. Only black magic is allowed, and the rule is that the three unforgivable curses and extremely lethal black magic are forbidden."

"But if you've got some little evil curse, you can't say for sure!"

He smiled haughtily, "Hogwarts doesn't teach you that, does it?"

Allen looked at him with a half-smile, and replied, "Then I also have a proposal-don't use a wand, how about it?"

He lifted his chin slightly, with a look of condescension that shouldn't be on a Crown Prince's face.

"Don't tell me that Durmstrang doesn't have a student who knows wandless magic?"

The boy's face turned red and white.

He spat viciously, and gritted his teeth, "Who doesn't know that your wand is destroyed, I don't believe that if you are not allowed to use the Fiercefire Curse, what kind of decent black magic you can use!"

"Oh?"

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled, too lazy to argue with him.

"Then let's get started."

The senior boy who grabbed the microphone just now said loudly, "One-on-one black magic duel, start now!"

The boy clenched his wand tightly and waved it, "Iron chains imprisoned! The body is petrified!"

Allen stretched out his arms gently, erecting the protective barrier.

A chain with sharp iron thorns and a red spell waved towards it, and it was stuck on the barrier like this.

The other party's eyes widened in shock, and he tried to wave his wand, but the spell was motionless in front of Allen.

Allen curiously perceived the origin of the spell, and found that these spells were variants of the binding spell and the petrification spell.

To change a rope into a barbed chain, to stiffen a person's body, to turn body parts into stone...

Really malicious.

He raised his eyes slowly, and the sea blue eyes were filled with deep ink.

Those slender hands withdrew slightly, pulling the barrier back, as if drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, and bounced the two spells back.

The boy quickly raised the protective spell, "Iron Armor!"

Allen smiled, seeing that the spell was about to hit the other party, he waved suddenly and threw the other party off the stage.

The boy was sweating profusely from the pain, and wailed, "My arm..."

The scene was silent for a while.

Black magic duels are always dangerous, with all sorts of horrific gore.Originally, the senior students were ready to lift the curse, but such a pure bone fracture...

It was the first time they met.

Leo was delighted for a moment, but also a little embarrassed. He really didn't realize that this seemingly thin exchange student had such abilities.

He was about to applaud, but when he saw that there was no movement on the left and right, he put his hand back in a dumb manner.

On the sixth grade long table, a blond-haired boy squinted his eyes.

This man was very handsome, with a small distance between his eyebrows and eyes, which gave his appearance a strong aggressiveness, and even those beautiful sky-blue eyes couldn't be turned around.

The blond hair was long and draped over the shoulders, which was particularly eye-catching among the group of crew cuts.

He glanced sideways and glanced at the student next to him.

The student nodded, looked at Allen sharply, and walked up to the high platform.

With a cold expression on his face, he said loudly, "It's unavoidably unfair for a student with ordinary talent in the same grade to compete against a genius like you."

"Sixth grade student, willing to challenge Mr. Cornwall!"

Allen raised the corner of his mouth indifferently, raised his right hand to his chest, and sent it forward gently.

"Please."

The sixth grade appeared to be left-handed.

He clenched his wand tightly in his left hand, absorbed the lesson from the third grade just now, and simply gave up the long-range attack of the spell, and planned to go all the way to close combat.

Durmstrang features, besides black magic, also martial arts magic!

He cast a speeding spell on himself.

— No way, Apparition is not allowed in the castle.

Then Alan rushed over quickly.He punched forward with one punch, and swung his wand with the other hand, and the spell of "fix all" was on the verge of triggering.

Allen raised his hand directly, grabbing the opponent's arm with both hands scissored.

A protective barrier followed, resisting the opponent's petrification spell.

At the same time, he kicked at the knee, fell over his shoulder, raised his foot and stepped on the man's left wrist, and the splitting spell came down suddenly, cutting off that arm.

He tilted his head regretfully, and reminded,

"Good idea, but maybe your fighting skills are outdated."

The sixth grade stared at him blankly, almost in disbelief.

The pain surged up, reminding him of his failure.

Although he is not the most powerful group, but martial arts and magic have always been good...how could it be so easy...

He was almost in a trance, and with the aftertaste of being beaten, he was sent off the stage in a daze, and was taken away by the school hospital.

The audience was stunned, and whispers rang out.

The blond-haired sixth grader squinted his eyes with interest. He put his hand on the shoulder of the boy beside him, laughed and clapped his hands, "As expected of a genius, does Hogwarts also teach this?"

Krum frowned tightly, rolling his eyes in disgust.

Leo stomped his feet angrily, and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Floria, why are you so crazy!"

The eyes of the whole school were attracted.

They also looked very used to it, and they all kept silent habitually.

Floria wore a family crest ring on her right ring finger, and waved her hand indifferently upon hearing this, ignoring Leo who was beside her.

He raised his eyebrows arrogantly, pointed to Allen's hair, and said, "You and I have a crush on each other."

Allen raised his eyelids, his brows were slender under the light.

He smiled coldly and said, "So, do you want to fight me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Alan put his hands behind his back in a gentle manner, and his eyes gently bent.

The hot golden-red Fiercefire spread with his smile, drawing a neat circle around his feet.

He said loudly, "Mr. Florea?"

"He's pretty grumpy."

Floria teased.

He walked up to the high platform, stretched out his hand and said, "Let me introduce myself——Floria Grindelwald. Since you are a genius, let's be friends?"

Allen frowned slightly.

Grindelwald?

It seems that he should be happy, but... this man is not a lunatic, is he?

He looked at the other party, the Fiendfire under his feet slowly gathered, and finally fused into a cluster, crushed under his fingertips.

He looked down at the hand, and said coldly, "The matter of making friends is another matter, if you don't mind - let's eat first."

Floria didn't mind being swept away.

He clapped his hands frantically, and the seven long tables were filled with rich dishes in an instant, and the aroma was overflowing.

Students know it's smooth sailing.

They breathed a sigh of relief, and cheerful voices resounded in the hall.

Allen nodded politely, and went back to the third grade table to start eating.

He is eager to get close to the Grindelwald family.

But this does not mean that he will still be like this when he is deliberately embarrassed.

If he shook hands with Floria lightly, he would be giving up the big and taking the small, and his dignity would be demolished.