Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Three days until Halloween.

There are still three days left for the selection of the Warriors!

The whole of Hogwarts was boiling for this.

Surrounded by their friends, the guests who came from afar confidently and decisively put their names into the Goblet of Fire, watching the blue and white flames suddenly jump up and devour the parchment with their names written on it.

Allen also took Beauxbaton's field.

He looked at Furong with a smile, dressed in suits and leather shoes, and was meticulous, waiting for this friend to come to share the joy in his heart.

Everyone admired the handsome men and beautiful women.

These two look so good together!

But Krum was not very comfortable.

No matter how dull he was, he realized that Alan didn't want to talk to him at all, and he didn't even talk to any of Durmstrang's students.

... Although these students don't like Alan very much.

but!

Why did Allen get along so well with Beauxbaton?

The clumsy big man couldn't figure it out even if he tried to break his head. When he got up, he accidentally bumped into a walking girl.

He paused, looking at the girl's loose seaweed-like brown hair.

She walked with the savior and the other boy, speaking with great wisdom and strength.

Krum stood where he was.

...appeared more dull.

Allen glanced over there, looked away indifferently, and prepared to take Furong away with a smile.

But this girl of Veela blood stopped him.

Fu Rong shook her head and smiled, "Allen, you haven't put your name in yet!"

Seeing Allen paused, she raised her eyebrows in disbelief,

"—You don't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Merlin! What an honor this is! With your strength, you must be able to pass the strength test of Principal Dumbledore!"

She looked towards the circle of red flames next to the Triwizard Cup.

The little wizards lined up in line, and with the encouragement of their friends, they walked in nervously one by one. Seeing that the color of the small circle remained unchanged, they came out with a sad face.

- If you pass the strength test, the circle should turn blue.

Fu Rong smiled generously and said, "Alan, if you go, there is absolutely no problem!"

She smiled, "Perhaps this is a bit of jealousy, but I do have to admit that if you participate, the championship must be yours.

"—So, if you don't participate, Beauxbatons should also celebrate."

Allen looked at her for a while, then suddenly said,

"Why do you all want me to participate? This is my business, and it doesn't seem to affect you?"

Even Cedric specially invited him to taste desserts in the Hogwarts kitchen yesterday, and then asked him out of the blue if he wanted to sign up to compete for the Triwizard Cup...

Before the glory recorded in the annals of history,

The mild-mannered senior Hufflepuff also burst into battle.

He told Allen to put the name in tomorrow.

And this time...

Fu Rong looked at him with some puzzlement.

She seemed to have realized something, and apologized, "I'm really sorry, this is your business, you really should have complete autonomy. But maybe, we just feel that it's a pity..."

"pity?"

Allen asked softly.

He didn't understand the feelings of these people.

Everyone has different value judgment standards, but most people always like to impose their own standards on others.

But sometimes, that's not caring.

Instead, it became coercion.

He sneered slightly, and looked at the power detection circle that was glowing with fire.

The alchemy array below is working like this.

Sophisticated and discreet.

Allen has recently been unable to see his pursuit clearly.

Yes, he has the strength to easily win the Tri-Strong Cup. If he is a freshman, he will definitely sign up without hesitation, adding luster to the crown prince's glory and gaining more prestige.

Perhaps times have changed...

He has already controlled too much, and Zeus can let him easily control everyone's life and death.

He's been training Zeus from being the size of a royal castle to being big enough to cover London.

seem……

He no longer needs to work hard?

Alan thought so, with a little confusion in his eyes.

He sighed, "I'll think about it, Fleur."

He saw Harry squeezed in under the push of Hermione, Ron, and a group of Gryffindors, the silent alchemy formation of quick hookers, shrouded in the fiery red power detection circle.

He cut Harry off from the competition.

Those sea blue eyes were so indifferent, so cold that his face seemed to fade, so cold that his whole figure was like a cold marble sculpture.

Allen frowned slightly.

He felt his heart contract again, just like Mr. Flamel before falling asleep, disturbing his mind.

Intellectually speaking...

He should not allow the savior to have greater fame.

Emotionally speaking...

He seemed to feel slight guilt. Seeing that the other party was shrouded in light and stepped into the circle of fire surrounded by everyone, he seemed to be a real savior.

Those sea blue eyes reflected a slight firelight.

He saw Harry fail to change the flames, watched the Gryffindors look at each other, watched the bright Gryffindor red on Harry's school robes.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly.

...sorry, Harry.Every savior has the fate of being abandoned.