Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen was in a really bad mood.

Quirrell pretending to be cowardly... Voldemort attached to him... the Dark Lord trying to lure himself into darkness...

Is Hogwarts like this the safest place in the world?

What the hell is Dumbledore eating!

The blond crown prince's eyes were dark, his expression was gloomy, and he silently exuded a sense of oppression.

This side has never been revealed to others, and it must never be revealed to others.

Allen took a deep breath, he was almost led astray by Voldemort.

He is the crown prince, who is responsible for protecting him. He has the love of his father and the love of the people. Even if he takes every step in the wizarding world, it is for the peace of the two worlds.

How could it be exactly the same as this terrorist?

Allen stopped, smiled slightly, raised his hand to look at his watch, turned his head and walked towards the auditorium.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and my father's owl is coming.

And he's going to distribute the wound ointment to these little wizards!

In the auditorium, the four long tables were filled with food, and the little wizards were noisily opening letters on the tables.

Draco looked at Alan's late arrival, and laughed gloatingly, "How about it, the crown prince of the saint? It's retribution!"

"Stop it, Draco!"

Allen ignored him, touched Tita who rushed over as soon as he saw him, sat next to Draco, and opened the delicate box.

This is an ointment specially provided by the royal family. The packaging is very exquisite, the medicinal effect is very obvious, and of course the price is also very beautiful.

The box was a cube about [-] centimeters. Allen pulled the ribbon on it and looked at the approximate quantity.

Three individually wrapped gift boxes are placed in it, each box has [-] independent small packages, and exquisite instruction books are placed on it.

"It seems enough." Allen chuckled.

Draco leaned over suspiciously, "What is this?"

"Wound ointment."

Allen laughed. He looked at the faint bruises on Draco's forehead, then glanced at the faintly visible little snakes, and handed out a box, "Draco, please distribute it to the first graders."

Draco raised his eyebrows, took a small box neatly, then handed the big box to Crabbe and Goyle, and ordered, "Go give them a share!"

Proud Master Malfoy would not do such a thing as a servant!

He quickly opened the small box, looked at the black glass bottle with smooth lines and complicated design inside, pressed the corner of his upturned mouth, "Oh, it looks okay!"

Allen restrained the urge to hate him, and emphasized, "Exclusively for the royal family, the medicine is very effective!"

He no longer paid attention to this arrogant young master, and under the expectant eyes of all the first-year cubs, he picked up a box and walked towards the Gryffindor long table, nodding gently, "I've been waiting for a long time!"

He handed the exquisite box to Harry with shining eyes, "My special assistant, Mr. Savior, please distribute it for me."

Harry grinned, raised his head proudly in the eyes of the lion cubs, and was quickly slapped on the head by Hermione and urged in a low voice.

Allen smiled slightly, "There are instructions in each small box, and everyone should apply it on time. I hope to see everyone healthy and handsome—yes, beautiful—to spend this weekend!"

"Okay, I'm going to eat! I wish you a happy life!"

Allen turned his head and met Dumbledore's gentle eyes.The old man raised the goblet at him and blinked slightly.

Allen nodded, covering the expression in his eyes.

The principal really paid close attention to him.

Allen returned to his seat and wrote a note asking Tita to give the remaining box of ointments to Madam Pomfrey.

——He doesn't want to climb the eighth floor again!

You know, the wizarding world doesn't even have an elevator!without!have!

Amidst Draco's chatter all lunch, flying lessons finally arrived.

Alan discovered with some frustration that playing with brooms really depends on talent.

He seems to understand a little bit how children usually feel about him.

Seeing that Harry got the broom obediently after yelling once, Draco made two successes,

He yelled "get up" for the tenth time with no expression on his face, and the broom still didn't move.

Draco watched him gloat,

"Oh, it's only natural that the Muggle crown prince is not used to brooms!"

Allen squinted. He would exercise for 10 minutes every day under Edward's supervision since he was a child. When he was older, he would go to the military region for training every summer vacation.

He has touched cars, military vehicles and tanks, motorboats, yachts, motorboats, and even the joysticks of helicopters!

Of course, it was impossible for Edward to allow him to drive, he just played a few times under the supervision of the staff.

However, he actually fell onto the broom!

He took a deep breath and stared at the broom protruding from the left to the right, "If you don't get up again, I'll burn you!"

The broom trembled and jumped obediently into his hand.

Draco gave him a strange look.

I thought this Muggle crown prince was just a soft bun, but he also has a temper!

When Salazar lay in his pocket and heard this sentence, he was very relieved.

He was still worrying that his little offspring was too gentle, how to teach him black magic, and now he was finally at ease!

After everyone grabbed their brooms, Mrs. Hooch said,

"Next, when you hear my whistle, you push hard on the ground, keep your balance, hover in the air, then lean forward slightly, and return to the ground.

"Listen to my whistle, three, two, one!"

But before she could blow the whistle, a round-faced boy left the ground. He seemed to panic, and the broom kept going up.

Mrs Hooch called, "Mr Longbottom!"

Harry yelled, "Neville!"

Alan straddled the broom and glanced sideways. He had already memorized the 28 pure-blood surnames, and Longbottom was one of them.

Since he is not a Muggle-born wizard, it has nothing to do with him.

So he just glanced at Neville, who was rising higher and higher, watching him spin 360 degrees in the air, hit the wall into a hula hoop, and finally hang on the spear of the castle statue.

Soon, the wizard robe was overwhelmed, and Neville still fell to the ground.

Allen looked away indifferently.

He glanced at the shivering broom that he threw on the ground casually, and felt that it was more dangerous than a helicopter.

Poor little Neville was sent to the hospital wing by Mrs. Hooch, so Alan searched for a cool place to hide.

Just when he wasn't paying attention, something happened over there.

Draco picked up the memory ball that Neville dropped on the ground, and taunted,

"Did you see how stupid he is? If the fat man remembers to squeeze this memory ball, he should know how to land on his meaty ass."

Harry's green eyes were stained with anger, and he took a step forward, "Give me the memory ball, Malfoy!"

Draco turned his head and frowned, "No way, I was thinking about where I should hide it for Longbottom to find!"

When Allen looked over, he just stepped on the vertical broom and flew into the sky with a spin.

The little peacock flew into the air and easily stabilized its figure.

Allen was surprised. It turned out that he was really good at brooms, and it wasn't all bragging!

The little peacock arrogantly tossed the memory ball in the air, and shouted, "How about the roof? What, Pot, can't reach it?"

Harry looked angrily at Draco in the air, and flew into the sky despite Hermione's dissuasion.

Well, the Savior does have some special talents.

Allen looked at the broom under his feet and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

—he'll have to look for some flying spell!

At this moment in the air, Draco threw the memory ball out.

There was a burst of exclamation from the little wizards.

However, against everyone's expectations, Harry dived fifty feet to catch the Remembrall.

He held up the memory ball and flew towards the crowd, like a general who had won a battle, looking at Alan begging for praise.

Allen smiled distantly and nodded affirmatively.

A certain savior's tail is going up!

Draco had a bad look on his face. At lunch time, he boasted about his broom skills, and almost everyone knew about it.

However, in the first flying lesson, he was surpassed by someone like Harry who had never touched a broom!

I'm afraid it won't be long before the whole of Hogwarts will know about it!

Crabbe and Goyle kept their mouths tightly shut, for fear of making the young master unhappy.

After a while, Professor McGonagall called Harry away with a straight face, and Draco's expression became even worse.

After all, he was just a spoiled child, and his mind wasn't too bad.Although he didn't want to be overtaken and humiliated, he didn't want Harry to be fired either!

Allen handed him a chocolate and sipped one himself.

Let this young master be taught a lesson!

This peacock's tail can't be raised every day, can it?