Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen knew that he couldn't escape.

He braced himself to face Krum's clumsy inquiry, and introduced Fleur who came from curiosity.

Fortunately, it was not yet time for casual communication, and the little wizards were only discussing in a very low voice.

Led by the three principals, the group happily headed for the Hogwarts auditorium.

"It's really cold here..."

The familiar French accent sounded in Alan's ears. He turned his head and saw a little girl who was very similar to Furong.

He guessed the other party's identity.

— Gabriel Delacour.

The little sister that Furong cares about.

He laughed and twirled his fingers.

The surroundings instantly warmed up.

Beauxbaton's team let out a sigh of being alive in an instant.

Furong suddenly remembered something, approached Allen and asked,

"The lady said, we can choose a house to sit in later, are you in Slytherin? How about we sit with you?"

The elegant French accent chanted in a low voice, with a hidden romance.

Allen ignored the different gazes of the little wizard, and replied, "Of course—"

"Ellen!"

Krum interjected forcefully, and he pursed his lips tightly, obviously interrupting their conversation was already a challenge for him.

For Allen, he felt an inexplicable guilt.

He was guilty of neglecting the responsibility of leading Alan because of that quarrel, and this guilt reached its peak after the misfortune of the Grindelwald family.

Although it has nothing to do with him, but...

Krum felt bad about it.

Under Fu Rong's questioning, he finally stammered and asked, "Um, you didn't come to the World Cup..."

Hibiscus: ...

She smiled like a fairy, and said to Allen softly, "Then you talk, we will sit in Slytherin in a while."

Krum: ...

He scratched his head awkwardly, unable to find any suitable words, but the friends he often got along with failed the selection finals, and none of them were by his side.

Allen smiled at him, raised his hand and grabbed Draco, pressing Master Malfoy between them.

"You're all interested in Quidditch—

"Talk slowly!"

Krum wanted to say something more, but Allen had already stepped forward to join Fleur, and started another topic.

The group walked together like this, and finally arrived at the Hogwarts auditorium.

Today's auditorium is very well decorated.

...or it is more appropriate to use warm.

The warm torches were lit brighter, with a faint yellow warm light, a high platform was built in front of the teacher's seat, and a magnificent tower was in the middle.

Four long tables were also set up, with a wide variety of desserts on them.

Beauxbaton took Slytherin's seat very enthusiastically, and Fleur sat beside Allen, and next to her little sister.

— Gabriel Delacour.

Gabriel looked over timidly, with a pair of big eyes flickering, very curious about this "little prince" who had been mentioned by his sister many times.

She raised her hand and shook it, showing a pure smile.

"Hello, little prince?"

Allen paused, and heard Fleur lightly reprimanded, "Don't mess around, Gabriel."

He smiled lightly, "It's okay, Fu Rong."

He nodded tolerantly, "Hello, little sister."

Fu Rong was extremely helpless, and half supported her forehead.

"My God, you are clearly the same age..."

Draco whispered beside him, guessing with Theodore about the relationship between Alan and Fleur.

"...Look, that man definitely has Veela blood!"

He wrinkled his nose, "When did Your Highness know people from Beauxbatons? Why didn't I know?"

Theodore kept his mouth tightly shut, not saying a word about Allen.

He glanced vaguely at Draco.

... If this man doesn't understand the truth that "silence is golden", Malfoy will eventually be alienated by His Highness, and the day when he can replace him is not far away.

History will not remember the meritorious deeds behind.

Of King Arthur's knights, only those fifteen are immortal.

Until Dumbledore negotiated with the two principals and stood on the temporary stage to give a welcome speech, Allen didn't even glance at where Durmstrang was.

He didn't even look in Grindelwald's direction.

Therefore, he missed the contempt that the former demon king almost scoffed at.

Grindelwald himself...

He couldn't even tell which one he wanted to win more.

Durmstrang won, and he didn't feel very comfortable, after all, he didn't have a Triwizard Tournament at that time.

But if the alma mater loses...

He was also a little secretly unhappy.

As for Hogwarts... well, well, it's Albus's favorite school after all, isn't it?

"The competition will officially start at the end of the banquet!"

The old headmaster happily announced, "As the headmaster of Hogwarts, please enjoy the food to the fullest, as if you were at your own home!"

The moment he sat down, Karkaroff grinned all over his yellow teeth and leaned over to talk to him.

Grindelwald's face stinks extremely.

...Perhaps it can be compared to the expression on the blood alliance's face when it was broken.

He looked coldly at Karkaroff, ashamed that Durmstrang had such a headmaster.

Let's see--

Without him, Durmstrang is in dire straits!

Dumbledore blinked, leaned forward silently, and praised, "Look at today's dinner, it's really rich and extraordinary!"

Grindelwald:  …

He looked at his plate with a sulky face, and saw some good German dishes, and some disgusting French dishes.

... Did he ever say that he hated Paris?

He looked in Alan's direction, and was even more upset to find that his nephew had a very hot chat with the girl from France.

Allen does prefer Beauxbatons to Durmstrang.

There is a school funded by LeMay.

When he visited there, he exuded pleasure from start to finish.

He handed a foie gras to Gabriel next to him, and responded to the compliments and inquiries from the other Beauxbaton girls.

such as--

"Little prince, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Have you made any progress in your research on alchemy? Although I haven't digested the notes you gave me before, you know that Beauxbaton is a school sponsored by Mr. Flamel!"

"Don't interrupt—

"Little prince, do you still like to eat little hut bread? We specially brought you a lot!"

As they spoke, they actually took out a large bag of bread from a small conch.

Allen couldn't help being moved.

He subconsciously remembered Mrs. Perenelle, who always prepared sumptuous delicacies for him, and the old urchin who always liked to stamp small steps around.

...and thinking of Floria who always packed him dinner.

He silently took the bread bag and thanked him softly.

Furong spoke suddenly, just blocking the words of Alan who should continue to thank him.

With a relieved smile, she asked,

"Hey, Ellen, would you like some blancmange?"