Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen inquired about the portrait all the way to Snape's cellar.

This place is far away from crowds, seeping into the ground, damp and cold, and the wall lamps emit a green light, just like the villain's lair in the story.

The little snake pendant on the doorknob spat out a snake letter and looked at Allen coldly.

"Professor Snape asked me to come." Allen looked down at his watch and showed it, "57:[-]."

The little snake rolled his eyes, flicked his tail, and opened the door.

Allen thanked him in a low voice, and walked into the office buried deep underground.

Rows of jars came into view, and various unknown animal carcasses were soaked in the green solution, which infiltrated people especially under the dark underground light source.

Snake King was sitting behind his desk approving his homework, and said impatiently, "What are you doing in a daze, come here."

Only then did Allen notice the crucible and potion materials placed on the ground.

The black-robed professor said coldly, "Scabies potion—you should remember the steps."

Allen looked at the untreated slug and tried to bargain.

Before he could speak, there was another knock on the cellar door.

As if he saw a savior, he couldn't wait to look at the door, hoping that a professor would walk in, and he had better discuss something very important, so that he could leave this place in a legitimate way.

Get off that bucket of damn slugs!

It's a pity that things backfired, and what walked in was a trembling little lion.

——Based on its height, this poor lion is in the third and fourth grades.

Obviously, even Gryffindor, who is known for his courage, did not dare to face the cellar snake king alone. He almost shrank into a quail, and tried to say, "Professor, I will put you in confinement."

"Aha~"

Snape laughed mockingly, and said impatiently, "Mr. Cook, your closed content today is to skin those two barrels of toads."

He pointed to the two large barrels next to him, and said coldly, "Cornwall, what are you waiting for!"

Allen, who was looking at the two vats in shock, immediately came back to his senses, "I'll start right away, sir!"

—Contrast always produces happiness.

He resigned himself to sitting on the small stool, grinding the snake's teeth meticulously, while looking down at the four slugs next to him.

The molluscs get tangled together, leaving behind a foul-smelling slime.

That Mr. Cook, with a sad face, moved a small stool and sat on the edge of the office, and began to deal with the toad.He didn't have much reaction to Allen, he should be a pure blood or a mixed blood.

Allen raised his head and looked at him, seeing sympathy in each other's eyes.

--Oh, God!Those are two big buckets of toads!

—Merlin!He was so close to the dark old bat!

--awful!Capitalized miserably!

They quickly looked back at the same time, immersed in their work, for fear of being replaced by the black robe professor.

An hour later, Snape entered the principal's office after saying the password "Lemon Olaf" with a straight face.

"Ah, Severus, thank you for your hard work." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, and pushed the sugar plate, "Would you like a Lemon Sherbet?"

He regretfully withdrew his hand against the Snake King's death gaze, and continued to ask, "So, how is our little prince doing?"

Snape was silent for a moment, then tapped his temple with his wand.

A black mist of memory threads spread in the Pensieve.

An hour ago, Allen was sharpening the snake's teeth meticulously, looking palely at the bucket containing the slug from time to time.

Dumbledore watched this memory with a subtle expression.

The black-robed professor threw aside the homework in his hand, tapped his wand, and the bucket flew in front of Allen, "Well, Mr. Cornwall, I hope you can handle these slug materials well."

The deep and silky voice paused, "Hogwarts' examination system is very strict, and it will not be changed just because of you."

Dumbledore silently glanced at the black-robed professor beside him, he planned to change.

"...Even if your mind is not filled with Achnatherum splendens, for a student who dare not even touch potion ingredients, I will definitely make him a troll."

Allen automatically translated in his mind, even if the cooking method is perfect, but if he doesn't handle the potion ingredients himself, he will get a T in the final grade.

This is simply intolerable!

So his face was pale, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and he took a step forward, his face became even uglier when he saw the so-called "potion ingredients" in the bucket.

He slowly, slowly, slowly stretched his hand into the bucket, and withdrew his hand suddenly when he felt a slippery and sticky touch, and quickly pulled out the handkerchief with the other hand to wipe his fingers clean in a little panic.

His face was very ugly, he turned his head and took a deep breath, trying not to look at the barrel, but he couldn't help but retract his slender fingers as soon as they touched the barrel.

Before the Snake King started spraying the venom, Allen seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

He pulled an object casually, with trembling fingers, he quickly took out his wand and tapped the object, and the object quickly changed into a barrel.

Before Dumbledore had time to express his admiration for this proficient transfiguration technique, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was always gentle and graceful, was holding the bucket... vomited.

Snape in Dumbledore Snape's memories:  …

The old man watched Allen spit out all the acidic water in his stomach. Even in this situation, the blond crown prince straightened his back with difficulty, trying to maintain the image of the crown prince.

After that, he twisted his expression reluctantly and took a slug. His face was as pale as a cracked wall.

Dumbledore and the two black-robed professors watched in silence as Allen struggled to squeeze out a bucket of slugs...

In the end, Alan's face was as pale as paper, and his hands were trembling to complete the task. After a few minutes of delay, he calmed down his trembling right hand, and boiled a pot of scabies potion quickly and accurately.

The black-robed professor in his memory was silent for a moment, "Well, you can go out now."

Allen leaned slightly, with sincere eyes, "Thank you for your guidance."

Memory stagnated, Dumbledore stepped forward to check the results of the scabies potion, and couldn't help admiring it.

The principal's room reappeared in front of his eyes, and the old man murmured in shock and admiration, "It's really unimaginable willpower...as an 11-year-old boy. How many people in this world can overcome their fears and achieve such perfect To what extent?"

Snape froze and said nothing, his eyes showed approval.

He curled his lips awkwardly, "The poor potions professor originally arranged two potion teachings, but this squeamish little prince disrupted both of them!"

Dumbledore recovered and glanced at Snape, "Don't be too harsh, Severus. In fact, I think, for Allen, we can completely change the examination system."

"Oh Severus, don't deny it, I know you like Alan very much, too—

"He fully remembers the contents of the textbook. Although the cooking technique is young, he has made rapid progress. Although he is afraid of the potion ingredients, he can handle it carefully... and he can understand your good intentions."

Dumbledore was so moved that he pressed the corner of his eye,

"It's scary to be young! So, Severus, can I ask you to do some extra tutoring? For geniuses, it's too boring to follow the steps."

Snape's face fell, and he growled, "Dumbledore!"