Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

All the facilities in the Hogwarts Primary School were determined by Lance, and Alan agreed.

Such a configuration, even if placed in aristocratic middle schools in the Muggle world, is completely beyond the standard.

The reporters naturally found nothing wrong.

They looked at Lucius, who was still arrogant in his gestures, and wondered whether Malfoy, who was so profitable, was really so high-spirited.

But they really couldn't find a fault.

Even Dumbledore was full of praise for the various thoughtful facilities in the Primary School.

Especially for the safety of children in the lower grades, there are dozens of meticulous and thoughtful life teachers here.

They even stayed here for a meal.

with the kids.

Dumbledore had to admit that it was all perfect.

Allen even joked, "Sir, I seem to have walked into Eton College."

The old man glanced at him, lowered his eyes and tentatively said, "Oh, yes, everything is indeed perfect. Without a leader who understands the operation of the Muggle primary school, I am afraid there is no way to arrange it so perfectly."

Allen nodded unconsciously, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Yes, I have seen that one. A very outstanding commoner. It is said that he is a former Hogwarts graduate. He is very outstanding."

Dumbledore was intrigued.

"Oh?"

Allen looked into his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "He is an excellent Hufflepuff graduate, Lance Loren."

Those sea blue eyes had a hint of deepness.

"Sir, do you remember him?"

Dumbledore twirled his beard and nodded thoughtfully,

"Oh, yes, I remember the name. It was a very shy but friendly kid, a rare Hogwarts graduate with all O's."

He asked, "Son, do you know where Loren works?"

Allen shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know."

He gently turned the knife and fork in his hand, and said softly, "But it seems that he did not develop well in the wizarding world, and finally returned to the Muggle world."

Dumbledore sighed regretfully.

"what a pity."

The pair of white eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"When he graduated, I thought the kid was going to achieve something, but I didn't see him at the Ministry, Hogsmeade, or Diagon Alley.

"At that time, I thought he was traveling the world."

Dumbledore sighed softly, "You know, when I was young, I wanted to travel around the world, to meet all kinds of people first, and then think about what job I would do in the future."

"If I had known this earlier, I should have recommended him."

"wrong……"

The old headmaster frowned suspiciously, and closed his palms with some seriousness,

"There were only five students with all O's in that class. I clearly wrote a letter of recommendation for them. I hope the Ministry of Magic will not miss out on talents..."

He seemed to be awakened suddenly, and grabbed Alan's wrist suddenly.

Allen glanced vaguely at the old fingers on his wrist, and silently twisted the knife and fork in his hand.

He said softly, seeming to comfort, but also mocking.

"It's a pity that the Ministry of Magic still missed out on such outstanding talents——

"Don't be sad, sir. Now, Mr. Loren has found his place, and he is better off now."

Dumbledore opened his hand lightly, and folded his palms worriedly.

He stands on the top of the tower.

He pays attention to the students of Hogwarts, hoping to let them learn more.

But he seems to have ignored...

Ignored whether there is any place for them to display their talents in this magic world.

Allen sighed softly and asked,

"Sir, do you regret it now? Compared with becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts, it seems that controlling real power... can bring a better life for the people."

There was a smile in those sea blue eyes.

With compassionate kindness and decisive ruthlessness.

He put down his fork and said,

"It's okay, sir. You won't miss too much—I'm on this road. I think I will also make up for the regrets you and your uncle had, and bring a new future to the wizarding world!"

Dumbledore looked at him, suddenly feeling really old.

He asked softly, "Alan, tell the truth, did you participate in the Hogwarts Primary School?"

Allen smiled lightly, and said softly,

"Sir, would Malfoy really be willing to accept a young Muggle-born wizard if I didn't pay anything? Would he be willing to pay such an expensive price for a mere 15 Sickles?"

He tilted his head indifferently.

"Sir, I have to invest tens of thousands of Galleons here every year, and half of my pocket money is gone——

"Shouldn't you praise me?"

Dumbledore frowned worriedly.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he seemed unable to say anything.

The old man barely shook his beard, watched Allen get up, and bid farewell to Lucius, who was surrounded by a group of reporters.