Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It was obvious that the one and only school of magic would not expel their savior.

When Harry came happily to the Great Hall at night, Draco's expression became even worse.

How awkward.

Allen thought, if he doesn't want the other party to fire, this will come true, and he will be unhappy again.

When I write a letter to my father, I must ask my father to ask a psychiatrist.

He really can't understand the peacock!

Look at that stinky face!

Harry didn't care whether Draco's face was smelly or not, he ran straight to Allen, and pulled him towards the Gryffindor long table.

Alan followed helplessly, and was caught between Harry and Hermione, becoming a little green among all the red.

Hermione blushed and rubbed her robe unconsciously, crumpling the fabric.

Harry tried to speak close to Alan's ear, but when Alan glanced at him, he stepped back guiltily, then became excited again, and said in a low voice,

"Your Highness! I have been chosen as the Seeker!"

Allen laughed, "Congratulations! I remember that first-year students cannot participate in Quidditch, but you can make an exception for Hogwarts? What an outstanding talent!"

Harry was a little shy, with bright green eyes, "It's not that powerful!"

"I remember Professor Dumbledore said that your father is also very good at Quidditch!"

"That's right!"

Harry was even happier, his mouth grinning almost to the back of his head.

——This is too inelegant. It seems that Allen's subtle influence for a month has completely lost to the Gryffindor-style unrestrainedness.

Allen had no choice but to hear Harry's still excited voice after lowering his voice,

"My dad was a Seeker too! I saw his medal in the trophy room!"

Allen was surprised. He straightened his robe and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to go to the trophy showroom?"

Harry was a little embarrassed, he yearned so much for his father's trophy...

But Hogwarts is really interesting, and there are a lot of coursework, which makes him useless.

In the end, it was only after Hermione's reminder that they found the trophy showroom.

Allen was speechless for a moment.

He thought of Quirrell and the Dark Lord at noon, and then looked at the savior in front of him, for a moment he didn't know who would win.

Although Voldemort has been reduced to parasitizing others, the savior in front of him has a heart wider than the sky...

He looked at Hermione who was blushing beside him, smiled and encouraged, "I remember you, Miss Granger. You are a very hardworking and very smart little witch!"

Well done, Hermione's neck was red.

She buried her head in her arms and never raised it until Allen left.

Allen could only turn to Harry and asked, "So, are you going to participate in Gryffindor's Quidditch training next?"

Harry nodded emphatically, puffing out his chest proudly.

Fred and George leaned over, "Hi! Little Prince!"

They stood together, one left and one right, "Gryffindor Beater—"

"Fred!"

"George!"

"Hello!" x2

Allen looked at them with interest, "Hello, Mr. Weasley!"

Fred and George looked at each other, pushed Harry aside, and stood on both sides of Allen,

"Oh, little prince, those Muggle ointments of yours are so good!"

"Such a big bruise from the Quaffle—"

"It will disappear soon!"

"Can you give us some?" x2

"A good little prince wouldn't refuse, would he, Fred?"

"Of course, George!"

"We want more! Our father..."

"Super fond of Muggle products!"

Allen was listening to them with a smile, but he raised his eyelids and really looked at the twins.

He nodded in the lively teasing of the two, "Of course!"

As if casually, he said, "Does Mr. Weasley like Muggle products? I can send him some."

"That's great!"

Fred and George shouted, and they put Alan on the shoulders, "Speaking of which, the Muggle crown prince is very rich, isn't he?"

"I heard that Hogwarts has an extra Muggle school manager, and all Muggle wizards have ten more Galleons to sponsor!"

Allen coughed lightly.

Harry, who had been with him for a long time, immediately sat up straight, quietly pulled Fred to talk, and told them the rules that members of the royal family should not touch casually.

Fred and George looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and ran back to talk to Allen again.

— This time there is no shoulder hook.

It seems that the twins are lively and lively, and their personalities are still very good.

... Or maybe it's just respect for the future patron?

Let's go back to this scene.

George continued, "Do you want to invest for us? Your Royal Highness!"

Fred took out a bunch of candy, "This is all our creation and invention!"

"You can try it!"

"We promise, you'll find a surprise!" x2

The two laughed badly.

Allen looked curiously at these candies of different sizes, colorful appearance, sweet candy aroma, rich shapes...

Taste looks good?

Given that the desserts made in the Hogwarts kitchen are sweet but not greasy, they are very suitable for his appetite——

Allen decided to give it a try.

Harry looked at the pile of candy in horror.

He couldn't imagine what Alan would do after being tricked with the crown prince's burden.

Seeing that Alan was about to pick up one to taste, Harry immediately grabbed Alan's hand, took all the candies over, and looked at the laughing twins reproachfully.

"Fred! George!"

Harry shouted, "If you dare to let His Highness eat even one candy, you will never want to get his sponsorship in your life!"

Only then did Fred and George stop, they held their chins in thought, and reluctantly gave in for Jin Gallon.

Alan looked belatedly at the pair of candies - they were lying in Harry's arms now - at the Weasley twins with a half-smile.

The twins were putting their arms around Harry's neck, leading him to Ellen.

They smirked, "Then, little prince, let your dear assistant show you the Weasley candies—"

"George! Get the Tongue Toffee!"

"At your service, smart Fred!" George pretended to give a non-standard heartfelt salute.

Allen watched as Harry's tongue dropped to his chest, and his calm face was slightly chapped.

He couldn't imagine that he almost ate this kind of thing just now!

"All right!"

He raised his hand to stop the twins who continued to torment Harry, "Let's talk about sponsorship."

This sentence pulled the rampant Gemini back.

They resolutely abandoned Harry, and stood beside Allen from left to right, their eyes glowing, "Have you decided?"

Allen glanced at Harry and asked, "This candy... Well, when will it be restored?"

"5 minutes!"

The twins pointed together chicly, and stroked outward on the forehead.

"Don't worry about Harry, Your Highness! He is the savior!"

"We dare not kill the savior!"

The two touched their elbows lightly, showing a triumphant smile.

Allen looked at them helplessly—he was not very good at dealing with such overly lively and enthusiastic people—and asked again,

"You guarantee that the candy will not cause harm to the person who eats it?"

"Of course!"

Fred and George said solemnly, "In the name of the God of Jokes!"

"And, before release, we'll both eat the experiment ourselves!"

Allen nodded, thoughtfully, and finally said, "Okay, how much do you need?"

Fred and George poked each other tentatively, "How much?"

"Under five thousand!"

Allen said mercilessly, "Too many!"

Seeing Gemini standing there blankly, Alan frowned slightly, "This is the most, no more!"

Fred and George, with blank eyes, murmured,

"Oh, Fred!"

"I'm here, George!"

"Is this the courage of the crown prince?"

"Under five thousand!" They imitated Allen's tone, tears streaming down their faces.

"Oh! This evil rich man!" x2