Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

What was that book like?

It has a black cover that is so dark that it seems to have swallowed all the light, and it has black faintly yellowed paper that is extremely fragile, but irregular scarlet liquid oozes from the side pages.

The paper was written in Gothic fonts that seemed to be dripping with blood, and the scarlet characters were extremely eye-catching against the dark background, but they were faintly dim.

Allen had a hard time making out what it wrote.

One is that those magic words are too obscure, and now that the spells are becoming more and more concise, even alchemy is rarely dabbled in;

two is……

The font is so dim that it almost blends with the background.

Allen wanted to find the corresponding magic text book, but he didn't have time for the time being.

Today is Halloween.

Hogwarts still had jack-o-lanterns, and students could choose to play in the enlarged pumpkins. Even Snape was persuaded by Dumbledore not to catch the young couple who fell in love.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Green is also pretty dull.

He would still just follow Dumbledore's ass.

The little wizards really don't understand.

——What is there to discuss about magic?Furthermore, today is the day when the list of warriors for the Triwizard Tournament is announced!

In front of the Goblet of Fire, who cares about those pumpkins that can be seen every year?

But there are still people who care about pumpkins.

For example, Allen—

He's already had his third pumpkin pie of the day, and the house-elves have come up with a pretty cool new recipe!

Although the Hufflepuffs didn't seem to like it very much, at least it caught his stomach!

Allen thought.

He remembered Hermione's dispirited visit to him two days ago, sighing that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had an attitude towards house-elves.

The girl is so fond of elves that she even started a society for them.

The abbreviation of that learned...

Unfortunately with the "vomit" accent.

This made both Allen and Hermione unclear for a while whether the little wizards minded fighting for the rights of the house elves, or the outrageous name.

Cedric looked at Alan who was talking with Fleur from a distance, and walked over with a plate.

He easily got a seat next to Allen.

—Easily, after all, he had some friendship with Draco and Theodore.

Hufflepuff's gentle senior said hello to Fu Rong politely, and then asked briskly, "Alan, who do you think we can be selected?"

Allen shook his head with a smile.

"I don't know, maybe it's you, maybe it's me. But whoever it is is representing Hogwarts and fighting for the glory of the school, isn't it?"

Cedric exhaled softly.

"That's right!"

Senior Badger Badger agreed.

Allen laughed. He handed a piece of pumpkin pie and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, the moment we put our names into the Goblet of Fire, the result is already doomed, isn't it?"

Cedric couldn't laugh or cry.

"Are you comforting me?"

He and Fu Rong looked at each other, and complained, "Miss Delacour, do you think this is a crown prince who has no self-knowledge?"

Fleur shrugged.

"—at least in his nature."

The two of them quickly established a good friendship, chatting very speculatively.

When Fleur talked about the alchemy match with Allen at Beauxbatons, Cedric suddenly felt embarrassed.

With the alchemy master by his side, he never thought of going whoring for nothing!

He looked at the blond boy beside him who seemed to have nothing to do with himself, and asked, "For the sake of pumpkin pancakes, can I have a protective brooch?"

Allen said calmly,

"Why don't I make you a pair of protective rings—you can wear them when you marry Miss Qiu Zhang."

Cedric suddenly realized.

He said firmly, "That's the back one, you have to make me a protective brooch first—and Qiu's one too!"

Seeing Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, Cedric reminded a little badly, "I gave you the forget you grass, and the vase is from Autumn! You gave me chocolates, but you didn't give Autumn a gift in return!"

Allen couldn't laugh or cry.

He nodded, "Yes, I will give you a bunch of couple brooches."

Cedric smiled obligingly.

He sighed with a smile, "This is your compensation for stealing my quota! ——Don't tell me you don't understand, without you, the Hogwarts warrior must be me!"

Allen smiled slightly and threw him a chocolate ball.

"——Get cheap and act like a good boy."

Hibiscus is unavoidably a little sour.

It was the protection brooch of the most powerful alchemist who studied under Mr. Flamel.

...she wants it too.

Allen glanced at her without saying a word.

On this day, the little wizards gathered together.

They sat at the long table, hundreds of faces looking with eager anticipation at the humble goblet holding the blue and white flame.

They were looking forward to removing these plates quickly and announcing the three final candidates!

Finally, all the plates were emptied.

The hall became even more noisy, and the little wizards were all whispering to each other, guessing who was the real warrior.

Discussion centered on Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's warriors --

what?

You mean Hogwarts warriors?

Oh……

When a crown prince signs up, everything is sealed.

Grindelwald was very pleased.

Merlin's sausage knew that if Albus hadn't stopped him, he would have pinched the little brat's neck and thrown him into the Goblet of Fire.

He raised one corner of his mouth, and with a sudden stinky face, he snatched the Lemon Olaf from Dumbledore's hand.

"Al, it's the tenth."

Dumbledore pouted.

The candy was gone, so he had to stand up and go to complete the necessary tasks for today.

The moment he made a move, everyone shut their mouths, and Karkaroff and Madame Maxim also got up and stood beside him with tense expressions.

"Now is the moment everyone has been waiting for!"

Dumbledore blinked with a smile.

He raised his wand, and the elder wand was reflected in Grindelwald's eyes, blurred with the dimming lights in the hall, and more dazzling with the blue fire of the Goblet of Fire.

The figure was extremely tall.

In the gloom of silence, he seemed to be standing in the light.