Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore, who didn't invite Edward, had no choice but to return to Hogwarts. After some good words, he persuaded Allen to return to the dormitory temporarily.

He didn't dare to tell the child the news of Edward's illness, for he was afraid that both sides would superimpose at the same time, and something would happen to the child.

After that, Allen reluctantly stepped out of the bedroom door.

Draco stood beside him tremblingly.

Poor Master Malfoy undertook a series of tasks such as urging His Highness to go out, preparing three meals for His Highness, reminding Allen to regain his senses in class, and felt like a pathetic house elf.

Harry finally saw Alan.

He jumped over happily, asking questions around Allen.

"Your Highness! When did you come back? Why didn't you tell us in advance! We all miss you, and the head of the academy misses you too.

"Sirius asked me about you! Oh, and Grandma Walburga asked me to ask you!"

Allen pulled the corner of his mouth hard and nodded slightly.

The dip was so obvious that Harry snapped his mouth shut.

The savior pulled Draco, who seemed unlovable, to the side, and silently asked about Alan's situation.

Draco was really upset.

Seeing this stupid Pote now, he couldn't help but think of the so-called outrageous Horcruxes.

... How could Pot be a Horcrux!

Draco Malfoy couldn't help but reflect seriously, maybe he was not jealous of Pott in the first year, but was influenced by Horcruxes.

He was very unhappy.

So what if Pot is a Horcrux?They get along pretty well... Uh, cough, they get along pretty well.

However, if the former Dark Lord is to be killed, all Horcruxes must be destroyed!

By the time……

Draco was bored to death.

What's more, this stupid guy is still chattering here, making it harder for him to coax that Highness.

This group of people knows how difficult this blonde jerk has been to serve recently!

He winked at Theodore and asked Theodore to take the winking savior away.

Harry was pushed away in a daze, suspicious of their secretive attitude.

He simply went to Dumbledore, but the old headmaster didn't give him a clear answer.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and only said one sentence,

"Harry, take care of yourself."

Those piercing blue eyes were so sad, as if through him, they saw the tragic fate of two people.

Harry came bewildered and left bewildered.

He didn't understand what Dumbledore meant.

... What does he need to take care of?What's more, he doesn't need to worry about these, Sirius will prepare for him!

He told these to his good friends.

Ron still didn't quite understand, but Hermione and the Weasley twins sprang into action.

While Gryffindor's Miss Know-It-All was trying to find out the truth, the Weasley twins ran off to amuse their benefactor.

Merlin's big pants!

It is really difficult to find such a benefactor who cares a lot about money!

For Jin Jialong's sake, please ask the god of jokes to protect the poor little prince.

It was almost dinner time that day, and while the little wizards were all studying in the hall, they jumped to Alan's side, one left and one right,

"Hello, little prince!"

"Why are you frowning?"

"George—"

"Fred—"

"At your service!" x2

They opened their palms from left to right, showing the lively and colorful fireworks in their hands.

"Look! The God of Fireworks salutes you!"

The fireworks are extremely small.

It rose out of thin air, and spread out brilliantly within a distance of less than ten centimeters.

They carry a moment of eternity, reflected in the calm sea blue eyes.

Allen lowered his eyes disinterestedly, and nodded slightly,

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Fred winked at George.

- It's useless!

George pouted at him and saw him give him a look of understanding.

They came back together with smiles, grabbed Alan's arms from left to right, and prepared to carry the little prince out.

Allen frowned subconsciously, and raised his hand in resistance.

That unconscious strong emotion brought about a magic vortex, directly sucking the people around into it.

By the time Allen reacted and mobilized his magic power to calm the chaos, everyone was already dizzy and exhausted in the whirlpool.

The parchment for homework was rolled up everywhere, and Alan stood in the middle blankly.

The 1.8-meter tall man was a little at a loss.

...The magic riot of the little wizard.

...almost never happened to him.

Dumbledore got up with a serious face, and together with the four deans, took Allen to the medical wing.

The child must have a checkup.

...or something will happen sooner or later!

But Allen didn't cooperate.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout persuaded for a long time, but Allen firmly believed that he had no problem.

Snape couldn't help the sneer.

"Look, the squeamish little prince—he has nothing to do to tire his poor old professor..."

With a straight face, he put the potion bottle in his hand on the table with a "bang", sprayed the poison and wrapped the black robe around his body.

"If Your Highness has no problem,

"Excuse me, please cooperate with the humble potion professor, let me deal with the old headmaster who has broken his heart, and go back to study the ratio of potions?"

Madam Pomfrey glared at him.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help saying, "Severus!"

Allen was silent for a moment, and insisted after a while, "I don't have any problems. You don't need to..."

Snape strode forward, picked up the little prince's collar while he was unaware, shook his right hand neatly, and cast the full body check spell.

The professors raised their eyebrows silently.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore carefully, restraining the corners of his mouth from turning up.

Dumbledore muttered something and turned to Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey didn't like the old principal who was joining in the fun at this time, she leaned to the side and looked at Alan's examination results.

Unexpectedly——

The results of the magic test showed green light column by column, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the child's body.

Allen quickly broke free from Snape's clutches, slipped out of the crowd, and straightened his collar with a cold face.

... At this time, he can still take into account the dignity of the crown prince.

Dumbledore shook his beard with a toothache.

Now he sincerely hopes that Gellert will come over quickly, without Edward's assistance, he can no longer control the child!

Allen tried to ease his expression.

He tried his best to keep his voice gentle, "Thank you professors for your concern, but you have also seen that there is nothing wrong with my body."

Madam Pomfrey frowned at him,

"No, child! You have to know that a little wizard of your age shouldn't have any more magic riots. Maybe it's because our ability is limited and we can't detect the problem."

she insisted,

"You should go to St. Mungo's Hospital with us and have another comprehensive examination!"

Allen looked at her and asked softly, "Then let all the little Muggle-born wizards know that something is wrong with their crown prince, causing panic?"

He shook his head slightly, took a step back,

"I reject."

Before everyone could say anything, he took a few steps back, turned and left the medical wing.

Snape's face was stinky, looking like he was going to die of anger at this ignorant troll.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore, hoping he could give a solution.

The white-bearded grandfather squeezed his beard wearily, and sighed, "Leave this to me. I'll find someone who can cure him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Until they saw the former Demon Lord Grindelwald who was supposed to be in Nurmengard.

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