Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This afternoon, Rita Skeeter came to Hogwarts with a million reluctances to interview the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament.

To be honest, the crown prince had never met her a few times.

When she engraved the alchemy formation for the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, she saw the other party in a real sense for the first time, and then she was locked in a glass bottle by the other party, and was forced to be loyal by the burning blue fire.

After that, Allen didn't contact her for quite a long time.

She almost thought that the other party had forgotten her.

But then, the man with silver hair and purple eyes came under orders, claiming to be the knight commander, and forced her to obey the order...

Rita sensed something acutely then.

She knew that His Highness was definitely not that simple!

Her keen political sense keeps her silent and silently preserves herself, but her desire for freedom reminds her all the time——

She is bound.

After that, Rita Skeeter had many nightmares.

She dreamed that her infidelity was discovered, and she was burned to ashes by the blue fire...

She dreamed that she became a beetle forever, became the specimen that the crown prince kept in a glass bottle, and was exhibited by that prince when the dignitaries visited.

...The crown prince's blond hair was as bright as the sun.

She dreamed that the knight commander came in the rain with a magic wand and broke into her door, and the light of the dark green death curse illuminated her house...

She woke up from the dream countless times.

In countless midnight dreams, Rita woke up from the dream covered in cold sweat and shouting.

She is terrified.

She is afraid.

She was worried that she would not live long, but she didn't dare to think of rebellion.

Alan didn't meet her a few times and didn't stay with her for a long time, but he left a strong psychological shadow on her, so serious that when she saw the gate of Hogwarts, she felt that death followed her everywhere.

She twisted her fingers covered in red nail polish, and stepped into Hogwarts Castle as if she was at home, shivering fiercely.

When Allen was taken by Mr. Bagman--

The official sent by the Ministry of Magic to oversee the Triwizard Tournament, the other is Mr. Barty Crouch—

When he took it to the empty classroom that was temporarily used as an interview room, he finally saw the subordinates he gathered together in the second grade again.

Ah, journalists...the media...

With a constant smile, Allen's sea blue eyes were empty and cold, and he glanced at the trembling Rita Skeeter.

He pretended to nod his head lightly, then turned his eyes sideways to talk to Fu Rong.

The photographer of the Daily Prophet looked strangely and asked in a low voice, "Skeeter, are you feeling well?"

Rita gave a high-pitched laugh, waggled her fingers, shook her bright red nails, and said with a stiff face, "No—well, maybe a little, stomach pain—an old problem!"

She pointed to the three warriors over there.

"Why don't we take pictures of them first? Look, at the age of teenagers, there is that calmness and vigor!"

The photographer nodded seriously, touched his beer belly and sighed, "Yeah, we are old after all!"

Rita: ...

She rolled her eyes angrily, clutching her quill, and looked coldly at the photographers posing for boys and girls, and at the Muggle crown prince who pretended to be humble.

She has to say, the crown prince's superficial skills are really good!

Allen looked at the camera with a gentle smile, which can be called not squinting.

At the moment when the flashlight finally came down, the sea-blue eyes turned slightly, and fell on the reporter who unconsciously wrote his mental state on his face.

He said, "Ms. Skeeter, good afternoon."

Rita snapped back to her senses, smiled awkwardly, grabbed the quill and buried her head in the notebook, pretending to be calm and said, "Very good, you guys finished taking pictures!

"—We should start releasing it!"

She cleared her throat unconsciously, dispelling the panic caused by the sudden heart contraction, and asked, "So, who will come first?"

Allen glanced at Krum, nodded slightly to Fleur, and the gentleman said,

"Lady first."

Krum nodded, "I have no objection."

Fu Rong raised her eyebrows in surprise, and accepted the kindness with a smile.

Rita cleared her throat, and with a stiff smile, led Fleur to a broom closet.

Hibiscus: ...

She thought about Alan's behavior uncertainly, and couldn't believe that this reporter would be so casual.

Rita gave a dry laugh, "Ah, secret talk... the professional ethics of journalists..."

She straightened her voice, adjusted her pair of square glasses, and asked, "Oh, Miss Delacour... It seems that you get along very well with our Hogwarts warriors?"

Fu Rong nodded unknowingly, with a surprised smile.

"Yes, we are very good friends!"

She pressed, "Have you been with Ellen too? Oh—take it easy! He's got talent, but he's also easy to talk to! If you've been with him, you'll like him!"

Rita: ...

She twitched the corners of her mouth and began to shake the quill in her hand.

Soon, the interview with Fu Rong came to an end.

She walked to Allen with a confident and generous smile, saw Krum nodded to her, and followed the reporter into the broom.

She thought a little strangely——

This is not very suitable, after all, the broom room is really narrow!

Allen asked easily, "How is it, Fleur?"

Fleur shrugged and gestured, "Pretty good! Ms. Skeeter is also a good reporter—of course, it would be even better if she didn't pay so much attention to my relationship!"

She saw Allen smiled helplessly, and asked, "Do you know that reporter? She doesn't seem to like you very much!"

Allen smiled, "I met once."

He gently changed the subject, "Didn't she ask any questions about the Triwizard Tournament?"

Fu Rong paused and was successfully distracted.

She pondered and hesitated,

"...It seems that there is no such thing."

Before Fleur could come up with something, Klum had already finished the interview.

The big man took the lead and quickly left the broom closet.

Rita Skeeter followed, looking rather displeased.

In fact, she was furious.

Naturally, she didn't dare to make fuss about Alan, and she didn't dare to embarrass Furong, who had a good relationship with Alan, so she pointed to Krum as an attractive topic...

Who would have thought that this well-known Seeker would be a boring gourd!

Three sticks can't make a fart!

and……

Rita wants to cry but has no tears.

The interview between the two ended so quickly, and she also had to face her nightmare in this life—the Muggle Crown Prince!

She adjusted her glasses, barely maintaining a disguise under the other's eyes.

"Oh... Mr. Cornwall, come with me!"

She turned to Fleur and Krum, and lied casually, "You two go back first, it will be over in a while, Dumbledore still has something to tell Mr. Cornwall."

The two innocent youths had no doubt about him, said goodbye to Alan, and left like this.

In the empty classroom where everyone was waved away, Rita consciously curtseyed.

She smiled wryly, "...Your Highness."

Allen looked at her with a half-smile, and asked softly, "Rita, you don't seem to like me very much. If you have any opinions, you can tell me—I'm not a self-willed monarch."

He suddenly withdrew his expression and looked indifferently at the trembling reporter.

He took a step forward and warned,

"Be quiet, Rita. I don't think you'd want to disturb the peace now!"

Rita quickly expressed her loyalty, and said in a panic, "I definitely didn't mean that—"

She flattered her, "Your Highness, I definitely didn't mean that, I just don't know how to maintain the pretend that I don't know you well..."

Allen looked at her with a half-smile, but didn't answer.

He raised his hand and cut off the other party's voice.

"Okay, I know your loyalty, and I know that you have been cooperating with the Knight Commander - thank you for your hard work, Rita."

"As for the interview..."

He half raised his hand, extremely lenient, signaling to the other party to go easy.

He seemed to be facing the most capable subordinate, and gave all his trust, and said casually, "You can write whatever you want."