Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

These days, Daphne has passed Astoria countless times.

That excellent younger sister would try to talk to her every time, but she refused each time and left indifferently.

She received countless Howler letters from her family.

Both parents were furious, but Daphne didn't care.

She has never been so determined.

Although she has never been able to tell whether she really wants Greengrass' inheritance rights, or simply wants to fight against her parents and avenge their partiality.

Daphne has no way out.

She didn't understand, but Allen could see clearly.

He knew what this girl really wanted was nothing more than the care and attention of her parents, and he also knew that fighting for power and profit was not the other party's original intention.

But he won't remind her.

Everyone has to pay the price for their wrong choices.

He was like that, and so was Daphne.

After that, Allen took the time to explain the operation process of Muggle medicines to Theodore. He assigned Theodore a task, hoping that the other party would give a plan for creating a pharmacy within a month.

Theodore agreed.

There was complete trust and loyalty in his eyes - this alone, he would surpass Draco - and hesitantly asked a word.

"Your Highness, did you instigate the Muggle medicine?"

Allen shook his head slightly, "No, Theodore."

He smiled very kindly, and shook his head with a slight smile, "But I'm happy to provide some help to my people—you know, it's always difficult for young Muggle wizards to find jobs."

"They were grateful for the convenience I gave, so they put my name on it."

Theodore suddenly realized.

With sincere admiration in his eyes, he said sincerely, "Your Highness, you are so kind!"

Allen smiled noncommittally, and said thoughtfully, "I asked you to make a plan, and it's also to connect with them——

"Blair intends to cooperate with other families, and doesn't want the Malfoy family to dominate. He is worried that the price of medicines will be uncontrollable in the future."

These words clearly mean reuse!

Theodore became excited and took over the task excitedly.

"Yes, Your Highness! I will never let you down!"

...Oh, poor Theodore, he doesn't even know that the Knott family has long been used by the crown prince to expand the market share of medicines.

After this, Hogwarts was peaceful for a while.

... maybe not so peaceful.

The Daily Prophet took pictures of Allen's process of taming the dragon on the field and praised him lavishly.During this time, the entire wizarding world was discussing this matter.

Hogwarts is full of thoughts on the matter.

Some people think that this action is extremely cool, and they are extremely yearning for that power; some people think that it is a bit cruel...

Then a quarrel breaks out between the two parties.

Under Allen's instruction, the heads of the four colleges calmed down the inside of the colleges and calmed down the emotions of the little wizards.

Of course, the topic of how to train the dragon in the alchemy formation is not all about Allen himself——

Romania, where dragons gather, sent a few people, hoping to learn from Alan how to tame dragons.

Scrimgeour, head of the Auror Command, also visited the school, hoping that Allen could help them refine a batch of portable communications.

When Allen received Phoenix's invitation and fell into the principal's office in the light of the fire, he saw two groups of people who were clearly different from each other.

Scrimgeour was still wearing a rigid outfit, which was rigid and serious, somewhat similar to Barty Crouch.

When he saw Alan come in, he got up eagerly with a blank expression.

"Your Highness, I have seen the performance of your first project, which is quite good."

Allen smiled and nodded humbly.

He smoothed his eyes and saw the dark-faced Grindelwald and the even darker-faced Snape, standing behind Dumbledore on the left and right, like two door gods.

Scrimgeour probably really attached great importance to portable communication, and even reluctantly said this courtesy.

But before the voice of this sentence fell, he immediately tried to see it.

"You are the most proud student of Nicole Flamel, and you have also built a batch of communication crystal balls for the Ministry of Magic before. Inspired by this, the Auror Department really wants a batch of portable communication.

"In this way, the capture efficiency will be greatly improved! The wizarding world will be safer!"

He seemed trying to appear expectant and gentle, but slapped Snape-like.

... It can be seen that for this Auror leader, it is more difficult for him to deal smoothly than death.

Allen said kindly.

"You are really dedicated to the public and have a high moral integrity!"

He didn't answer, and Scrimgeour couldn't bear to continue talking, his neck was flushed a lot.

At this time, the representative of Romania saw the needles and said,

"Portable communication sounds very ingenious. Such a thing will probably require decades of research... In that case, it's better to send us away first, and the two of you will discuss it later."

Scrimgeour paused.

Allen had already followed the voice and looked over.

I saw a red-haired man sitting there, dressed so casually that he could be called down and out.

The man had a weather-beaten face, with freckles on the brown-black skin, but the natural broadness of the face made him look very broad.

He was not tall, but very muscular, with a large, shiny scar from a fire burn on one arm.

He got up and walked over, stretched out his hand to Allen, and introduced himself, "Charlie Weasley!"

Allen saw that his hands were also covered with calluses from the years.

He stretched out his hand and gripped it back moderately, "It's an honor to meet you, I'm..."

"This needs no introduction!"

The two brothers Charlie waved their hands, smiling brightly, "I know you, Mom and Dad like you very much, they often mention you to me! Of course—"

He lowered his voice, raised his eyebrows lively,

"And Fred and George's prank workshop? Thank you for your support!"

Allen couldn't help laughing.

He resignedly said, "Well, Charlie—may I call you that?"

"Of course!" Charlie said happily.

"——I am happy to provide the method of taming the dragon, but it takes time to learn the alchemy formation."

Allen said, "Of course, I can also refine some alchemy products for you, and integrate the Dragon Training Formation into it...but it will take time."

Charlie's eyes lit up.

"It's okay, it's okay! We're not in a hurry! We can wait, a year or two!"

Allen smiled, "It won't take that long-if it goes well, I will give it to you as a Christmas present."

Charlie was simply elated.

"Thank you so much, little prince! You know, this scar on my arm was burned while training a dragon, and it almost killed me!

"If we had this kind of alchemy tool, our safety would be guaranteed!"

He met Scrimgeour's gaze, and stepped aside, "Um, maybe, let's talk next time?"

Scrimgeour said quickly, "Your Highness, portable communication is also a great guarantee for the safety of Aurors. We often have to fight vicious dark wizards..."

"I understand what you mean."

Allen said softly, seemingly apologetic, "But the Auror Department is different from the office after all, it is an independent alchemy product, and the formations in it are also independent.

"But portable communication is to be connected with someone's magic power."

He looked to Scrimgeour, and explained,

"Or... Portable communication requires a base station. But at present, the Auror Command may not have the magic power to support the communication of everyone in the entire department."

Allen seemed a little embarrassed, and glanced at Dumbledore, almost embarrassed.

"It can't be connected to me or Professor Dumbledore, can it? After all, we are not from the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour immediately understood Alan's embarrassment.

But let him fix the communication base station at the Ministry of Magic, and he really can't worry about Fudge-the two of them can be regarded as political enemies!

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, changed the subject with a smile, "It's rare for everyone to come to Hogwarts, do you want to stay for lunch?"

Charlie gladly accepted.

As for Scrimgeour, he had no choice but to say dryly that we will talk about it next time.