Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Although the students of Durmstrang have a strong martial spirit...

But their meals are still pretty good.

German-style green bean soup, German-style sashimi, German-style grilled meat, German-style sausage, sauerkraut, German-style apple crisp, pancakes, various breads...

All kinds of food were served, and there were still vats of beer on the long table at the beginning of the senior year.

All kinds of musical instruments appeared on the stage, and some young wizards happily joined the band and played classical music.

Allen was quite satisfied.

Germans generally focus more on breakfast and lunch, while dinner is more casual.

This size is already pretty good.

He lamented that there were no potatoes on the table, and he was not used to it, so he had to take some fried sausages to taste first.

You must know that German sausage is famous all over the world.

-God knows how they make 1500 kinds of sausages!

Allen took a piece of white Munich sausage. This kind of sausage has a lot of juice and a soft taste. It is absolutely made on the same day and is absolutely fresh.

And smoked sausage, yes, no one can resist this sizzling, meaty sausage.

Of course he served it with bread, what's the point of smoked sausage without bread?

And of course currywurst.

Allen saw it when he visited Germany with Edward when he was a child, and he always wanted to try it, but His Majesty refused him on the grounds that this sausage belonged to a fast food diet.

Seeing the curry sausage again this time, Alan's sleeping memory was awakened like this.

He tried to restrain himself from forking the sausage.

After all, the crown prince can't be so inelegant. Besides, the crown prince is so greedy, so his people...

Stop talking, stop talking.

It is worth mentioning that this sausage also originated in war, when a woman poured curry on the sausage...

Oh, this origin story is indeed not as interesting as the story of the princess marrying away like Austrian bread, but it may be a little more decent than the story of Alsace bread.

(Guide Chapter 124)

When Ellen was almost done eating, he took some apple pie and pancakes.

Well, there's nothing wrong with it except it's too sweet.

Fortunately, they also provided some fruit, and Allen happily took some grapes.

Can't drink wine, he can still eat grapes!

Floria looked at him from afar, narrowing her eyes and shaking the beer glass in her hand.

strangeness.

He always felt that this exchange student was inexplicably familiar.

But he couldn't tell where he was familiar with.

Don't worry, the future will be long.

He watched the banquet end, and the exchange student walked towards the dormitory talking and laughing with Krum's group, frowning even worse.

Get along well with Krum?

What a hassle.

That Krum didn't have a good face towards him, saying something openly and secretly that "my relatives died in the riots in Grindelwald".

If you have the ability, go to Nurmengard to lose your temper, what's the use of looking for him!

The Grindelwald family has been troubled enough by this uncle!

Floria lowered his eyelids tiredly, and the indifferent and disturbed aura made everyone around him dare not speak out, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy.

He messed up his blond hair and walked towards the bedroom.

The next day, Allen's Durmstrang course experience officially started.

He didn't know the distribution of the classrooms of each subject, but the two girls, Ilya and Laura, kindly drew him a rough map.

...would have been better if it hadn't been drawn on a napkin.

In any case, Allen thanked them earnestly, and vacated the "map" on a piece of parchment—using the automatic quill pen purchased by Hogsmeade—and found the classroom according to the map.

Durmstrang's Transfiguration teacher was a slightly slender, refined man.

Today they taught how to use the magnification, reduction and transfiguration spells at the same time, and the task today was to turn a teacup into a flagon.

...very basic spells.

It appears that Durmstrang and Hogwarts are teaching at about the same pace.

Allen raised his hand to brush the small cup, and the small cup turned into a fine silver flagon, which of course shocked the teacher.

The teacher raised his eyebrows and gave Alan a full score, and he couldn't help admiring, but also a little regretful.

Why isn't such an excellent kid a student of Durmstrang?

But he remembered that the school only recruited pure blood, so he couldn't help but shook his head.

The second section is a black magic theory class.

The professor is a serious man with deep nasolabial folds around his lips.

He walked to the podium and solemnly reminded,

"In the last class, we talked about the origin of black magic. In this class, we will start to explain the three unforgivable curses."

He takes out a spider.

This kind of creature has eight legs, and the signs of pain are more obvious. Most black magic teachers will choose this kind of creature as a teaching aid.

Allen leaned back indistinctly.

You know, he is sitting in the first row on the right, only one meter away from the spider.

Although Salazar also used spiders to practice wandless magic for him, he would never allow this disgusting little bug to touch himself.

"First of all, the Imperius Curse."

The serious voice remembered, telling the horror of these spells.

"The terrifying thing about the Imperius Curse is that it can deprive others of their will, just like this—the soul is out of the body!"

The professor held his wand and tapped the tip lightly.

The poor spider stayed where it was like a puppet.

"Look... I ordered it to do something, how about dancing?"

The spider just danced a funny waltz like that, stumbling around on its eight legs, so embarrassed.

"Next is the Cruciatus Curse. I think everyone has heard of this spell. Yes, it is notorious-I remember that the Dark Lord in England also liked this trick?"

This sentence caused the whole classroom to whisper.

He looked at Allen with imperceptible disgust.

...Oh, why did the school choose such a mudblood as an exchange student?Is Hogwarts down to the point that there are no pure bloods?

Allen smiled, and said calmly, "It's really a joke for everyone to spread his family ugliness, but don't worry, he no longer has this opportunity."

"Oh?"

The professor curled his lips sarcastically.

Allen nodded gently, sat upright in his seat, and said with a smile,

"He has been killed by the rebound of the death curse, and even if there are some small troubles left, they have been cleaned up."

He leaned slightly and reminded, "With all due respect, the principal of your school seems to have been a Death Eater."

Allen rarely showed such a mocking smile.

Without the constraints of the people, he seemed to have broken free from the shackles he was born with.

Here, he is really too lazy to compromise.

Although the Zeus Domain cannot cover the entire Arctic Circle, it is still no problem to cover a small area of ​​Durmstrang.

Allen thought calmly.

Or forget it all, or group Imperius Curse.

The people here are nothing but ants that don't need to worry about.

He sneered, "Even if Voldemort can't get on the stage, the headmaster of your school is still willing to join his camp. Perhaps, he still has some' redeeming qualities'."

"you!"

The professor was clearly so enraged that he almost raised his wand.

Allen raised his eyelids and smiled coldly, with a few shadows in his brows.

"What? Do you have any questions?"

He smiled squarely and reminded, "As far as the headmaster of your school is willing to join Voldemort, he must value the blood of Slytherin.

"May I remind you that I am the only surviving descendant of Slytherin.

"Although this is not something I am proud of, after all, I have never relied on this bloodline."

He showed a cute smile, so he didn't make the other party mad.

He added, "Professor, maybe you can show your skills first and end up with this spider."

Allen leaned back in the chair, crossed his hands on his thighs, and said softly,

"Remember the spell, Professor.

"--Avada Kedavra."