Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

How did that interview go?

...Oh, I thought everyone knew everything when they saw Rita Skeeter's name.

But there is no way to make it up, that Ms. Skeeter, every report writes him like an old madman with a rigid mind.

Dumbledore thought, chewing the candy childishly.

He thought lightly—

Let the children experience the extremely rich imagination of the Daily Prophet in advance!

He giggled at himself.

As for the wand check after the interview, that wasn't very important.

Allen didn't even have a wand.

The Ministry of Magic should consider Allen's batch of communication crystal balls and casually skip this somewhat irregular situation.

——The basic qualities of a politician?

Dumbledore shook his head sullenly, put down the sizzling honey candy in his hand, cheerfully embraced his own candy jar, and took out a huge lemon sherbet from it.

However, it is well known that the Ministry of Magic is a bunch of politicians with a good face.

Compared with the full and peaceful interior, they prefer the flashy appearance and peacefulness of singing and dancing.

and so……

The poor old headmaster doesn't need to worry about it at all. No matter what, the first match of the Tri-Power Cup the next day will start on time at nine o'clock in the morning!

It has to be said that Dumbledore knew the Ministry of Magic very well.

After that, in the wand testing session, when Barty Crouch insisted on checking the other wands on Alan's body, the smoother Mr. Bagman tried his best to block the offense.

His appearance was softer, and he comforted with a smile,

"Don't be intimidated, Your Royal Highness—Crouch is just like that, too old-fashioned, and doesn't know how to be flexible at all!"

false.

The smile was slick and greasy, and students who were ignorant of the world might find it kind, but in the eyes of the crown prince who had dealt with countless politicians, it was simply too fake.

With a constant smile, Allen falsely pulled the corners of his mouth back.

He went back to the Slytherin dungeon again, to his bedroom.

Yes, he still lived there, and someone else had moved away, someone he considered a friend but who had consciously considered himself a vassal.

Draco left.

Allen put his hand on the handle and closed his eyes gently before pushing the door.

The slender hand gripped the doorknob tightly, just like pushing the door open for the first time, pressed down the handle, and walked in.

Facing the door is still the huge round window. The squid's huge tentacles fell from the upper left corner of the round window to the lower corner, falling into the faint green light of the black lake.

The ground is still a soft dark green and silver-white carpet.

On the left hand side after entering the door, there are still wooden bookshelves up to the ceiling, and there are still classic and expensive leather sofas and coffee tables in front.

But on the right...

Gone is the four-poster bed that once leaned against the window, as has the accompanying desk.

Now, that's been replaced by a huge study area.

Next to the huge round window is a large desk, still in royal style.

And where Draco's bed once stood was turned into a luxurious nook.

A gold four-legged full-length mirror stands beside the window, and beside it are luxurious accessory cabinets and famous watch cabinets. Even under the faint green, the brilliance of diamonds and precious stones remains undiminished.

Allen's bed was placed in the middle.

The dark green curtains were drawn up and fastened to the post at the corner of the bed by the drawstrings.

On the side near the door is a huge wardrobe, which can hold a whole season of Allen's clothes.

This is the best bedroom in all of Slytherin.

No student has ever had such luxury during school, not even Malfoy in his heyday.

Can be full of luxury is just a piece of cold.

Brilliant gems are just stones.

A frozen heart would also be meaningless.

Allen lay quietly on the bed in the middle, but felt that he should still be on the side near the door.

He was lying on a four-poster bed.

But delusional feeling that he is shaking.

The next day, Allen was inevitably a little bit out of energy, so he had to open the potion cabinet and take out a bottle of lightening agent—this was still Draco's stock—to refresh himself.

He stepped out and walked into the crowded Hogwarts auditorium.

The little wizards cheered his name, shaking the Daily Prophet desperately.

Everyone is cheering for the Trifinals.

They were looking forward to the game and how their crown prince won it without breaking a sweat!

Allen smiled and sat at the head of the Slytherin table, looking at Grindelwald from the teacher's seat.

He held up the pumpkin juice in his hand.

——Uncle, the glory you once missed, I can get it back for you.

Grindelwald curled his lips, trying to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, so as not to let the little brat get carried away.

He obviously didn't care about today's game and scoffed at it.

If this kid can't handle a single dragon, how can he have the face to face his 'people'? "

See, everybody knows—

The Muggle Crown Prince couldn't escape any expectation.

Dumbledore shook his beard lightly, and raised the golden cup beside him with a smile.

The old headmaster read today's Daily Prophet with ease and joy, which was in stark contrast to the two worried headmasters next to him.

He happily invited Mrs. Maxim to watch the report on the interview with the Warriors yesterday, and admired this rare interview that praised the entire article and did not intensify disputes to gain attention.

happy happy...

Dumbledore paused suddenly.

... If he remembers correctly, the reporter for this interview is that Ms. Skeeter.

A lady who is keen to use lace to attract attention and raise her own social status.

If you want to hear any praise from this person, it will be harder than reaching the sky.

Although the possibility of the Ministry of Magic showing favor to Allen is not ruled out, after all, Allen has provided the Ministry of Magic with a large number of communication crystal balls, and even he and Gellert have two.

That crystal ball is indeed exquisite.

It's also true that Rita Skeeter never offends those in power.

……Wait a moment!

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes sharply, and subconsciously closed his palms.

He remembered that Fudge once mentioned that the person in charge of negotiating with him about the crystal ball was called Lance Loren.

...Lance Loren?

He remembers the kid.

The outstanding graduate who was mentioned by Allen, at that time, Allen clearly revealed in his words that he was not familiar with the other party.

But now, Lance Loren has become the person in charge of the communication crystal ball.

Is it an agent?

Or, is it a subordinate at all?

Dumbledore was startled suddenly, everything that he had neglected before seemed to be connected in series, forming a shocking net, which made him tremble with fear.

If this is the case, wouldn't it be possible for the administration and future of the wizarding world to be controlled by Allen?

He suddenly remembered what Alan said when he visited the elementary school——

[Sir, I sometimes wonder, do you ever regret giving up your authority? ]

[No offense intended, but—are you trusting mediocrity?A bunch of politicians who can't be bothered to twist bottle caps? ]

[What do you expect those people to change? ]

Something was wrong with that kid.

But at that time, he had already felt unbearable for what happened to Allen, and was helpless to be stalked by Gellert's nonsense, so he ignored the vaguely revealed feelings.

He quickly opened the Pensieve, and put the memory thread into the basin.

He saw a smile leaking from those sea blue eyes.

Those eyes were extremely strange, with hatred in pity and ruthlessness in pain.

However, all those struggles were severely suppressed by the young man under his calm skin.

The blond-haired boy in my memory looked exhausted, with a strong burnout, but with downcast eyes and a slight smile, he was calm and in control.

[That's Gravity Malfoy, sir. ]

[If I want them to accept little Muggleborn wizards, I have to pay a price——I have to send tens of thousands of Galleons here every year. ]

Primary School……

Communication crystal ball...

Ministry of Magic elevators...

Plus the Liaison Committee for Muggleborn Wizards...

If Lance is also a member of the Liaison Committee, how much power does Allen have?

He suddenly looked at the blond crown prince who was surrounded by stars.

that's right……

Malfoy is not willing to invest without getting anything in return, Alan, are you willing?