Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Krum was the first.

He looked terribly dour, and he hadn't looked this tense, not even at the Quidditch World Cup.

He strode out of the tent.

Allen didn't need to watch the game at all. He mobilized the magic factor in the air and easily covered the entire playing field.

At the moment when the magic power web was formed, he was like the king of the spider web, and any fluctuation of magic power was under his control.

He could feel the dragon's anger, and Krum's caution.

The Chinese fireball dragon was about two meters high, and it soared up the moment Krum entered the arena, spitting out a thick flame from its mouth, which was as powerful as Lihuo.

Krum dodged in embarrassment, running around behind the standing stones in the field.

He was the only target in the field, and thus gathered all the anger of Fire Dragon.

Allen watched the escape game for nearly 10 minutes. Just when he was a little tired, Krum finally found the opportunity. When the fire dragon swung its tail, a huge lighting spell flew towards the fire dragon's eyes.

Taking advantage of the momentary blindness of the dragon, Krum successfully got the golden egg.

Unlike Alan's boredom, Fleur was extremely nervous.

All the exclamations and shouts outside were like stones, constantly beating on her heart.

Suddenly, Allen said something——

"ended."

As soon as the words fell, there were passionate cheers from outside.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Bagman came in and said, "Second—yes, Mademoiselle Fleur Delacour! It's your turn!"

He nodded slightly to Allen, and beckoned Fleur to leave.

Fu Rong trembled slightly, and let out a long breath.

She heard the blond crown prince remind softly, "Don't worry, remember the longevity flowers and butterflies I gave you?"

Fu Rong was stunned for a moment, and raised her hand to press her neckline.

Yes, she and Krum both got protective trinkets made by Ellen himself the night they were chosen as Triwizard Cup Warriors.

Hers is a longevity flower necklace with a golden butterfly resting on the flower.

Sempervivum and butterflies.

Symbolizes near-immortal protection.

She suddenly felt relieved.

——At least she knew that under the protection of the necklace, she would not be damaged in the slightest.

Fleur Delacour took a deep look at Alan, turned her head and left the tent firmly, and walked towards the competition field.

Maybe relax?

She was more calm in this game, calmly analyzing every explosive point of Fire Dragon.

That is a peaceful dragon.

But no matter how peaceful it is, when the golden egg it guards is about to be taken away, it will no longer be good-tempered.

Hibiscus was found after all.

She ran in embarrassment, finding various stones as cover like Krum, but she was still disturbed by the huge wings and tail.

The wind from the mere flapping of her wings pinned her to the ground.

The Welsh green dragon seemed enraged.

It soars up and grows its mouth, and it is about to baptize the small human beings on the ground with flames.

Just at the very moment, Fu Rong clenched the protective necklace around her neck, stood up quickly, and cast a sleeping spell on the fire dragon in the air.

...Sleeping Curse?

Allen, who was in perception, was stunned for a moment, but the induction from the magic net did point to the Sleeping Curse.

Wait, it seems like it's not just sleeping spells?

That was Furong's exclusive magic, combined with the Veela talent in his blood, which made Huolong fall into a semi-drowsy state of confusion.

The green dragon plummeted straight down from mid-air.

The half-brewed flame fell like this, and the scattered sparks burned the corners of Furong's skirt, and were quickly extinguished.

The cheers from the venue were deafening.

It's finally coming to Allen, and the little Muggle-born wizards have been looking forward to it for a long time.

In the mid-November cold wind, they all wore winter school robes, scarves around their respective houses, gloves and thick hats in house colors.

The noses of the little wizards were red from the cold.

Their faces were also flushed, and they didn't know whether it was from the cold or from the surge of energy and blood caused by being too excited.

They pressed their chests—all Muggle-born wizards secretly buttoned their contact badges on the inside of their clothes—and waited for His Highness the Crown Prince's appearance with bright eyes.

Grindelwald was sitting on the right side of Dumbledore - on the left was the vice-principal McGonagall - leaning forward with interest.

Dumbledore couldn't help blowing on his beard.

"Ah, Gellert...don't worry, your little nephew is a genius!"

As soon as these words fell, the face of the former demon king became stinky visible to the naked eye.

"Al!"

Grindelwald gritted his teeth and had nothing to say in the mischievous wink of the old headmaster.

Professor McGonagall stared intently at the venue, thinking of himself as a cat sculpture.

——At this time, she should not give up the best viewing position in the front row!

As for Grindelwald?

Heh, what do you want Albus to eat?

Seeing the staff lead a violent dragon into the arena, Mr. Bagman got up and left, and went to the tent behind.

All the little muggle-born wizards were excited, and despite the biting cold wind, they shouted loudly——

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

In everyone's expectation, Allen raised his hand and opened the tent.

He was still wearing ordinary Hogwarts school robes, and the style of the suit was somewhat inconvenient, but he didn't care.

As far as he is concerned, a fire dragon is not enough to make him feel like an enemy.

The well-known Muggle crown prince stood still in the field, his sea blue eyes reflected the berserk Hungarian tree peak, and his blond hair was so brilliant that it seemed to ignite the place.

The dragon was standing at the other end of the paddock.

It crouched on the black rock to guard the golden egg, half folded its wings, and violently twisted its spiked tail, scraping the hard rock out of potholes as it swung.

Allen couldn't help looking at the stands of the teachers' seats.

He recalled the scene where he had persuaded Grindelwald to take the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. He wondered how the devil's cousin defeated the dragon with such strong magic resistance.

He smiled slightly, and raised his eyes to look at the Hungarian tree peaks over there.

The dragon opened its huge mouth and roared to frighten the approaching enemies.

Allen didn't move, and the protective barrier around him blocked the gust of wind that came with him.

He raised his steps and walked in the air step by step.

With calm arrogance and calm arrogance, amidst the exclamation of everyone, he looked down at the giant dragon bound by chains.

Maybe it's because of the backlight,

The color of those sea blue eyes seemed to be a little darker.

The cold wind howled between the blond boy in the air and the giant dragon bound by chains on the ground.

He flew in the air, his body covered with invisible chains.

It should have soared into the sky, but it was stuck on the ground clinging to its meaningless golden egg.

Allen lowered his brows and eyes with a hint of pity.

He raised his hand, and a huge bluish-blue alchemy array took shape, and then crashed down when the hands suddenly fell.

Use the alchemy array for battle...

This is an unprecedented initiative.

There were bursts of exclamations in the field, and Dumbledore couldn't help but marvel at the creativity of geniuses, and the flashing lights of the media never stopped.

Grindelwald raised one corner of his lips slightly, like the king of the forest raised his beard.

Although Allen did not inherit the prophecy talent of the Grindelwald family...

This is indeed a pity.

But fortunately, this kid didn't inherit their crazy genes.

Grindelwald thought so.

He looked at the white-bearded version of Dumbledore who had twinkling eyes, and frowned slightly.

... Is there something wrong with Al's expression?

He turned his gaze back to the field.

The alchemy formation was like a cage.

The Hungarian tree peak slammed into the invisible wall violently, watching the golden egg float smoothly from its claws.

The golden egg representing victory floated beside him.

Everyone lamented the strength of absolute strength.

But Allen didn't answer.

He landed beside the fire dragon, raised his hand to condense the cold magic chains, and the chains emitting a faint light climbed down from the dragon's head, severely imprisoning the wings that should have been spread out.

One person and one dragon face each other like this.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in surprise.

——This kid, is he going to train a dragon in the arena?