Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The dragon came in the jubilation of Hogwarts.

The narrator is still Jordan, the narrator of the Quidditch game.

——He is a friend of the Weasley twins, and he once impressed Allen with his eccentric commentary.

Professor McGonagall beamed.

She was wearing a windbreaker hat and warm leather gloves, and she came over with Snape to encourage Ellen.

...perhaps no encouragement is needed.

Well, Maomao admitted that she just wanted to see their Hogwarts warriors!

What if their champion was someone else, whether it was Cedric Diggory?Or an absolutely impossible Harry Potter?

Professor McGonagall absolutely dare not be so relieved.

But this is Ellen.

She was filled with nothing but stability and pride, and raised her heels cheerfully, as if happily seeing the new Triwizard Cup engraved in the history of Hogwarts.

But Snape was different.

Well, in other words, he is still the same as before.

The pitch-black Professor Bat had a stern face, as if Alan had burned his potion library.

"Cornwall..."

The cello-like voice hissed,

"You should be going down to the grounds now—with Beauxbatons and the warriors of Durmstrang—instead of getting your brains smeared with pumpkin juice here!"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but reminded loudly, "Severus!"

She cleared her throat, looked at Allen lovingly, and said with a flushed face,

"I know you're fine, Alan, but I still have to remind you to be safe—of course, I wish you victory!"

Allen smiled and stood up, attracting the attention of almost the whole school.

He said gentlemanly, "Of course, thank you for your concern—and thank you Professor Snape for reminding me."

Snape looked at him with a straight face, and said blankly, "Minerva, may I trouble you to send this little troll to the tent?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at him with some reproach, looked at Allen, and said helplessly, "Allen, come with me—"

Alan:  …

Reliable still has to be Professor Mao Mao!

He followed Professor McGonagall around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and came to a somewhat low bush.

The hidden and powerful magic power fluctuations came from behind the tent, and Alan manipulated the magic power factor to capture them, and followed the clues to confirm the creatures behind the tent.

——Three-headed dragon.

He sneered contemptuously, and became obedient again the moment he turned his eyes and saw Professor Maomao.

Professor McGonagall moved her cheeks, barely restraining her uncontrollable smile.

She patted Allen on the shoulder as if exhorting.

"Don't worry, Alan, you need to draw lots to determine the order-of course I believe you have no problem-

"Mr. Bagman will be here soon, and he will tell you the process!"

She happily tiptoed and raised her heels, waved Alan to go in, and then left happily humming to the newly built competition field.

Allen lowered his eyes lightly and smiled, raised his arms and opened the tent, and walked in with his head slightly lowered.

When he walked into the tent, he saw Krum standing sullenly next to the tent poles.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked around the entire tent, and found Fu Rong sitting on a low stool in a corner.

Fleur Delacour.

A proud and cold, confident and generous white swan.

But now, the swan seems to have entered the cold winter.

Her face was extremely pale, and she almost lost her usual calm appearance, and she even looked a little sick.

Allen walked over and sat next to her, and asked gentlemanly if he needed medicine.

He looked at the medicine box to the side.

The box was a common style in the Muggle world, with a conspicuous red cross drawn in the middle of the white background.

Furong shook her head slightly.

"No need, Alan..."

She exhaled tremblingly, clenched her hands nervously, and smiled embarrassingly.

"I really..."

"nervous?"

When Allen answered, he saw Furong's rather surprised expression.

He smiled shallowly, "Do I look unreasonable?"

Fu Rong smiled guiltily and shrugged slightly.

"...if you want to be honest—yes."

Allen seemed a little annoyed, frowning slightly.

...If this is the case, His Majesty may be sad.And he... still didn't fully fulfill the duties of the Crown Prince.

There was a sudden silence between them, each staring at a place in a daze.

But the silence didn't last long.

There were loud voices outside the tent, presumably the audience was entering the arena.

Allen heard bursts of excited conversation and cheers, and at the same time, the tent was lifted by someone who came.

—Mr. Bagman is here.

He was wearing a well-fitting wizard robe, and was holding a purple silk bag in his hand.

"Oh, Your Royal Highness, here you come!

"Now that everyone is here, it's time for me to introduce the situation to you!"

Bagman happily raised the silk bag in his hand.

"Three, you need to take out the small model of the thing you will face. Of course, there are three types."

Fleur and Krum didn't respond at all.

"And your mission—yes, to pick up golden eggs in their guardian summer!"

Bagleyman smiled knowingly, and handed the silk bag in front of Furong.

"So, ladies first?"

Fu Rong took a deep breath, reached into the cloth bag with almost trembling hands, and took out a lifelike model of a little dragon from it.

Welsh dragon.

The little dragon was very peaceful, its body glowed with a dark green color that was almost the same color as the basilisk, and when it was lifted out, it choked on a small mouthful of sparks.

Around its neck is a number - number 2.

Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

——If I remember correctly, Ron had given him a small dragon model at Christmas before, which seemed to be exactly the one in front of him.

He couldn't help cheering up.

In this case, he can also give His Majesty a little dragon!The father and son can have one for each of them, just like the suit villain Diana gave them!

At this time, Fu Rong had already made a gesture of resignation.

Her face grew even paler.

……dragon.

...fire dragon.

Fleur even felt that she overestimated herself, maybe she put her name into the Goblet of Fire by mistake?

She glanced at Allen, and saw the ignorant crown prince staring at the little dragon in his hand with great interest.

Hibiscus: ...

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.

Next, Mr. Bagman looked at Alan with some hesitation, and then at Krum, the purple silk bag was dangling hesitantly.

Out of courtesy, they should let Krum draw lots first to show their respect for Durmstrang;

But out of his personal interests, of course it is more practical to please the crown prince who is in full swing.

The silk bag oscillates between politeness and interest.

Fortunately, Allen is a sensible person.

He stepped back in a gentlemanly manner, put his hands behind his back, nodded slightly, and signaled Bagman to ask Krum to smoke first.

Krum took a breath and pulled out a bright red Chinese fireball dragon.

The number tied around the dragon's neck is - No. 1.

And Allen...

He gently took out the last baby dragon, looking with interest at the small dragon's black scales all over its body and the bronze spikes on its tail.

Then Xiaolong spit fire lively.

— Hungarian Tree Peaks.

——The most dangerous and vicious fire dragon, especially the most aggressive when surrounding dragon eggs.

Allen smiled and pinched the little dragon's neck, with some coldness in his eyes, and glanced at the number plate "No. 3" hanging on the neck.

...Look, like Draco, both need to be tamed.