Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The Potions class was in the afternoon, and due to the great reputation of "Cell Snake King", everyone sat in their seats 10 minutes before the class started.

Alan and Draco sat in the first row and greeted Harry who had just entered.

As soon as he saw Harry, Draco seemed to have turned on some mechanism, the corners of his mouth turned into a standard Malfoy 15°, and he said sarcastically, "Oh, look who this is? The savior of Gryffindor!"

Harry tried to ignore him, swallowed it up and said angrily, "Malfoy! I don't think I provoked you!"

Draco sneered, "I remind you, Pot! Professor Snape doesn't want to impress you because of your title of savior like other old fools."

He swept aside Ron, pretended to imitate Professor Flitwick, yelled "Harry Potter" and pretended to fall down.

Harry blushed, stared at him fiercely, and glanced at Alan next to him in shame.

"Draco!"

Allen was very helpless.

For two days, the little Muggleborn wizard refrained from paying attention to him.

But Draco, with the anger of being rejected by the savior, satirized Harry at every opportunity,

The richness of his words, the sarcasm of his expressions, and the wonderful examples make one wonder how much time he spent conceiving.

He looked at the flushed savior, and persuaded, "Harry, if you don't mind, please take Mr. Weasley first..."

Ron glared at Allen, frowned and said loudly, "Malfoy, shut your stinky mouth! Everyone knows you are the son of a Death Eater! Your father—Lucius Malfoy, everyone knows how hypocritical and powerful he is!"

This sentence attracted the attention of the entire classroom. The little snakes looked cold, and some Muggle lion cubs looked at each other blankly.

The expression on Draco's face gradually disappeared, and Allen immediately held Draco, gave Harry a wink, and asked him to take Weasley out of this place.

However, the savior immersed in anger ignored the poor crown prince, and the heir of the Malfoy family also pushed Alan aside, followed by two big men, Crabbe and Goyle,

I don't know who made the first punch, and the two sides soon fell into a fight.

The little snakes of Slytherin looked on coldly, but the little lions of Gryffindor quickly joined the battle, which made some little snakes start fighting unbearably.

The little snake who still wanted to continue to be cool was affected by the battle, and angrily hammered in with the cauldron.

The entire potion classroom was in chaos instantly, the cauldron and potion materials were knocked to the ground, and the little witch screamed faintly, "Stop it! Class is about to begin! You will deduct points from the academy !"

Allen stood blankly in the center of the battle situation, and was crowded back and forth before he could wave his wand.

In a fit of rage, he stomped on the floor, saw the timing and walked out of the melee circle, stood on the table and waved his wand, trying to separate the two sides.

The classroom was still in chaos, with all kinds of insulting words yelling loudly.

Standard incantations flashed through Allen's mind, and he waved his wand gracefully, before finally saying, "Fix all!"

The potions classroom fell silent instantly, and the little wizards were fixed in their strange postures, and a needle could be heard for a while.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, his wand hanging gently by his side.

"Necessary calmness and appropriate courage are wiser than fighting in groups!"

He calmly said, "I'll go to the teacher, I hope you can remember this lesson."

Before he got off the table, suddenly, the door of the Potions classroom was kicked open——

Snape strode in with tumbling black robes, his eyes of death swept over the young wizards who were curled up together, his face was as dark as water.

The black-robed professor indifferently glanced at the chaos in front of him. Lions and snakes were fighting together. Wizard hats and scarves from different colleges were messed up. The neck, and the head of the little troll were put into the cauldron...

He looked coldly at Alan standing on the table - there was also a little troll waving his wand disheveledly.

"Cornwall, explain!"

Ai Lunsheng got down from the table without love, and briefly described what happened just now.

Snape sneered, and waved his wand to help the little wizards undo the holding spell.

Under the death gaze of the cellar snake king, the little wizards stood up tremblingly, shrinking into quails.

The sobbing sounds of little witches could be heard from the crowd.

"Surprising start, should I thank you for not breaking an arm or a leg?" Snape said coldly.

The Snake King hissed softly, "Then, who made a good start? Needless to say, there is nothing that Gryffindor, whose mind is full of achnatherum, can't do! Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor! "

The little snakes smiled gloatingly, and lowered their heads again under the sight of the snake king.

The little lions dare not speak out.

But the savior dared—as expected of the offspring of two lions, his green eyes sparkled with anger, and he looked at the black-robed professor without blinking, "Professor, it was Malfoy who provoked us first!"

"Oh?" Snape snorted sarcastically, paused for a moment when he met Harry's eyes, and raised a contemptuous arc, "Who am I, it turns out to be our new big celebrity.

"...Maybe you, a stupid and arrogant monster, under the extra attention of the professors, was already full of confidence because of the title of the savior, thinking that you are superior, so you can't wait to show yourself different?"

He strode forward suddenly, put his hands on the table and looked at those green eyes, and said slowly, "Is that right, Mr. Potter?"

Allen almost heard a kind of gnashing of teeth.

Harry looked at him angrily.

After a moment, Snape straightened up nonchalantly, handed out ice packs to everyone, and seemed determined to teach them a lesson.

He picked up Draco with a bruised nose and swollen face, threw him in front of Allen, and said coldly, "Cornwall, take him to the medical wing!"

... eccentric and blatant.

Allen kept his mouth shut tightly, and dragged Draco out of the classroom quickly.

The two arrived at the medical wing quietly, and Madam Pomfrey looked at them in shock, "I've never seen a little wizard who made himself into such a little wizard in the first week of school!"

Allen didn't dare to say that a group of little wizards would come soon.

She chattered non-stop, quickly and swiftly dealing with the wound on the little peacock's face.

"You boys—always so annoying! Come on, boys! Hold on here a minute while I get you some potions!"

As soon as the lady went out, the ward suddenly fell silent. Allen sighed softly, walked up to Draco and sat down, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Draco's eyes were red, and he held back his tears and threw himself into Allen's arms-this made Allen stiffen.

As a member of the royal family, Allen has long been used to keeping a distance from others, and even father and son have never had such close contact.

The little peacock in his arms started to sob and raised his head to stare at him.Allen hesitated to put his hands on his back, so the little peacock buried his head in his arms again.

"It's okay." Allen patted him lightly, comforting him in a low voice.

"That nasty Pot, hateful Weasley!" Draco gritted his teeth and cursed, "How dare they insult my father!"

Every child can feel this feeling, and if someone said that to Edward in front of him, Alan couldn't help but sneer.

He sighed secretly in his heart, could it be that he became a little wizard and turned his back on Protestantism and God, which caused endless troubles in his mission?

Allen was helpless, "Draco, you obviously want to be friends with Harry, why..."

Draco raised his head abruptly, twisted his waist viciously, and said word by word, "Who do you say wants to be friends with him!"

Allen endured the pain, pressed his hands that were getting harder and harder, and gasped, "...I was wrong."

As soon as the little peacock let go, he immediately said quickly, "The savior is a typical Gryffindor, making friends in the Slytherin way won't work."

"I didn't…" Draco tried to retort.

Allen handed him a piece of chocolate and raised his hand as a gesture of surrender, "I know, Master Malfoy! Anyone who doesn't make friends with you is their loss, isn't it?"

The little peacock raised its chin and snorted.

"Since you don't like them, don't waste time arguing with them, and suffer yourself."

Allen looked sideways at the little peacock, and said helplessly, "Aren't Slytherin's classmates not good enough?"

Draco paused, looked at him hesitantly, and finally said the truth, "That's the savior!"

I grew up listening to his stories, envious of the great glory he had since he was a child.

Although his father seems to dislike him very much, which little wizard has never imagined being friends with the savior?

Allen looked at him, persuading, "Then would you like to listen to my advice?"

The gray-blue eyes stared at him reluctantly, and listened to him say, "When getting along with Harry, just keep one principle—go straight."

Draco frowned, and looked at him incredulously. It was hard to imagine that it was so simple to get the friendship of the savior—he had really learned the savior's ignorance in the past two days.

Allen laughed and spread his hands, "Actually, it's that simple. Harry told me about his upbringing, and his relatives didn't treat him very well.

"So, Harry is actually loveless - he craves attention and is tired of cynicism."

Draco snorted lightly, but his expression was not so stiff, but his mouth was still as stiff as ever, "What does this have to do with me!"

Allen raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

It happened that Madam Pomfrey came back, he got up to take the potion, and listened to the lady's instructions, "Wipe it on the wound every night, and it will be fine in two or three days!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing." Madam Pomfrey pushed the two of them out of the medical wing with a straight face, "It's just doing me a favor by not causing me trouble!"

Draco gloated, "Look, His Royal Highness's rhetoric has failed!"

"Potions class isn't over yet!" Allen ignored him, pulled him past and ran to the classroom, ignoring the little peacock's yelling.

They took Snape's venom attack as a matter of course, and quickly returned to their positions amidst a group of young wizards clutching ice cubes.

Allen nodded at Harry from a distance, looked at the potion ingredients in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

Purple porcupine quills, curved and sharp snake teeth...

And four wriggling horned slugs...

Allen's throat moved, and he covered his mouth expressionlessly.

Draco looked at the slug strangely, then looked at him again, he couldn't hold back his laugh, and his mood improved a lot, "Well, cough, then I'll deal with the slug, and you make the potion."

He took the initiative to deal with all kinds of materials and handed the book to Alan.

Allen waved his hand, pushed the book aside, and took the time for Draco to hand him the materials.

His hand was very steady, stirring with a glass rod.

Soon, a perfect blue potion was packed into a small test tube bottle.

When the two of them handed over the potion, Snape glanced at Draco, who was not so shabby after treatment, nodded and said, "Perfect scabies potion, five points for Slytherin!"

He neatly drew an o on Draco's grade, "The material was handled very well, Mr. Malfoy."

The Snake King paused and looked at Allen, "Mr. Cornwall...the steps in making the potion are pretty good."

He glanced at Alan with a slightly pale face, "One e, Mr. Cornwall—because you dare not touch the potion ingredients."

Alan remembered the appearance of the slug, and nodded restrainedly, "Okay, Professor."

"Come to my office at six o'clock in the evening!"

Allen nodded.

There was a sudden explosion from the back of the classroom. Draco looked at the potion spreading to his feet, and quickly pulled Alan to stand on the stool.

Snape strode to the back row, waving his wand to clear the potion from the floor,

"Neville Longbottom! Did you add the porcupine quills without removing the cauldron from the fire!

"Potter! Why didn't you remind him when you stood next to him, would it show your intelligence? Five points deducted from Gryffindor!"