Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After that dispute, Draco thought that Allen's attitude towards him would change, or his attitude towards Malfoy would be different, but...

Nothing has changed.

He asked Allen why, and the answer he got was——

[I thought we were still friends. ]

That sentence made Draco pause, suddenly a hint of desolation and sadness arose.

The blond bastard looked at him calmly, his sea blue eyes were as calm as ever, but it brought a rare loneliness, even the sitting posture showed a trace of loneliness.

Draco was at a loss.

It never occurred to him that he was the first to let go of this friendship.

But he and Allen are not equal in status.

Malfoy's current glory is half attached to this Highness, so how dare he treat him as a friend who can make trouble?

And Greenglass...

Draco didn't know where the family would go, but in any case, Greengrass couldn't escape Allen's control, and the only thing he could keep was Astoria.

his lover.

The like-minded and unswerving wife he identified.

There was also a hint of sadness in those gray-blue eyes.

He couldn't help but think of the scene in the first grade.

At that time, little Draco was not a qualified Malfoy, but he was carefree and could be tolerated by this bastard.

He had been haughtily harassing the Muggle crown prince, assuming he was his new friend.

But now Draco didn't dare to think so.

Looking back at his old memories, he suddenly realized... those patience and teachings were not without purpose.

That bastard is indeed a qualified crown prince.

It was him who was so stupid.

Draco relinquishes this friendship. He is Malfoy's heir, facing the most powerful master since the history of magic.

He can no longer be willful.

He wants to bring glory to Malfoy, and he wants to rely on Alan.

He even secretly observed the movement of the Forbidden Forest, and figured out the first test question in order to please Alan——

Dragon.

fire dragon.

Strong and brave.

Allen looked at him in surprise, a little surprised that the young master who always knew how to protect himself would do such a dangerous thing.

He half propped his head up, couldn't help but smile a little.

"You can tell others to do it, why go by yourself?"

Draco was silent for a long time, and slowly knelt down on the ground.

He lowered his head, not daring to look up into those eyes, he could only stare sadly at the gorgeous carpet on the ground, and said in a difficult voice,

"Your Highness, please forgive my previous offense."

The smile on the corner of Allen's mouth disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the drooping platinum-blonde hair, he thought of the high-spirited little peacock in the first grade, and felt that he had crossed two time and space.

... It seems like a lifetime away.

After a while, he said softly, "It's okay, you are not someone else after all."

The lonely crown prince sits alone on the throne.

The former friends all knelt down, swore allegiance, and became servants.

There was a sharp pain in his temple, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his forehead.

Allen almost had the illusion that he was about to die suddenly.

He whispered, "Draco, arrange a new bedroom for me."

Fragments of light flowed from those sea blue eyes, like the sea when the breeze spreads.

He raised his hand and gently brushed the other's platinum blonde hair that was messed up, and his slender fingers inadvertently rubbed against the other's forehead, stained with cold sweat.

...Draco was scared?

Allen was a little puzzled, but his brain seemed to stop functioning, almost blank.

...Is he fierce?

He seems to have successfully tamed the proud dragon under his feet, but he seems to have completely lost the dragon.

In the Charms class the next day, Allen was a little unmotivated.

He stared intently at the pen he had placed on the table, and for the first time unconsciously let his mind go.

He has emptied his mind countless times, in order to relax his brain, to organize his memory, and to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by excessive memory load...

But never once like this time.

However, by the time of lunch, Allen had completely calmed down, listened to Furong's questions with a smile, and answered them patiently and considerately.

At the end, he suddenly stopped, showing a rare hesitation.

The silent barrier rises at will.

Allen couldn't help asking, "Fu Rong, do you know what a normal friendship looks like?"

Fu Rong paused, and shrugged slightly.

She said helplessly, "You are asking the wrong person. I have never gotten along with people my age since I was a child! Or you can ask my little sister Gabriel!"

Allen laughed and shook his head slightly.

"... Then there is no need."

Fu Rong looked at him strangely, and comforted him, "Don't worry, Alan! A strong man doesn't need friends, and you, without a doubt, are an absolute strong man!"

She smiled gracefully.

"Oh, please! The first game starts tomorrow, and we have an interview with the Daily Prophet this afternoon! Are you still in the mood to care about this?

"Speaking of which, madam told me—"

She looked around, leaned closer to Alan and whispered,

"Tomorrow's topic is Fire Dragon!"

Alan:  …

Is the Hogwarts leak so serious?

Hogwarts leaks are not important, ah no, Hogwarts leaks are super important, so important that they can have half a month of discussion headlines.

What's more, it's still a leak related to the Triwizard Tournament!

but……

Rita Skeeter does she dare?

Putting a stumbling block on the path of a certain crown prince to gain glory, is she taking her life too long? !

Yes, this interview was conducted by Ms. Rita Skeeter to unearth the stories behind the Warriors and build momentum for the opening of the Triwizard Tournament.

All the reporters are jealous.

——This is an excellent opportunity to become famous all over the world!

Rita was on the verge of crying.

These stupid colleagues, do you know who the crown prince is!Force Lai Lai here!

Some kind of cultivation into an Animagus, and then try to be caught by the other party!

She looked at her right wrist, and her eyes seemed to reflect the blue fire again, the flame that forced her to bow her knees and surrender.

... There is no one who does not love freedom.

Rita Skeeter's greatest wish in this life is that the damned crown prince die in an accident.

Set her free.