Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This morning, Scrimgeour and Moody arrived at the gate of Hogwarts as scheduled, and were taken to the principal's office by the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall.

Along the way, this strange combination has been baptized by the eyes of countless students.

After all, Moody's appearance is really scary.

The constantly turning magic eye is like a terrifying monitor, once the slightest mistake is detected, its owner will violently catch them!

Many people recognized Scrimgeour, and discussed in whispers why the other party came.

Allen also received letters from the heads of the three colleges.

But he didn't pay much attention.

He knew that when Scrimgeour came to the school at this moment, there was a high probability that he would find a helper to help persuade Dumbledore to accept the mission of the "magic base station".

If the old principal approves of this matter, if conflicts do break out in the future, it will be beneficial to him.

For one thing, he can understand the movements of the Aurors more directly;

Second, Dumbledore's strength as the "magic base station" that the Aurors communicate with is bound to be weakened.

It was no loss to Dumbledore if he didn't accept portable communications.

—He has Zeus.

Once the power of the Lord God comes out, whether it is the Ministry of Magic, the Auror Command, or even Hogwarts, he will seal it up.

What is the difference between a wizard without magic power and a Muggle?

However, he did not expect that the helper Scrimgeour had invited would actually succeed in persuading Dumbledore.

When it was close to lunch, Allen was still in the secret room.

Recently, he has been studying the scarlet book with black leather and red letters, which is said to be able to reverse time and space.

The book was so full of blood that it made his eyes sore.

He searched all kinds of magic text books in the library, trying to decipher the contents of the book, but the progress was really slow. After so long, even the title page was not fully deciphered.

The pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.

Allen looked at the deciphered words——

[The past watered with blood... The power to destroy the soul, the untalented people lost in the tunnel of time and space with wishful thinking...]

He couldn't help holding his forehead.

...What are these things?

Always like this, this book is like a huge labyrinth, combining all kinds of rare magic words, resulting in words that always fail to convey the meaning after translation.

This extreme caution made Allen feel a little vigilant.

He held the book lightly, slowly put the notes he made into the book, and put it back into his space spell watch.

Not long after, the flames of the Phoenix appeared before his eyes again.

Fox bit the sticky note, moved to Alan's hand, and handed over the sticky note in his mouth.

It jumped forward like a urging.

——Fortunately, it just passed Nirvana the year before last, and now it is only the size of a boy's arm, so it won't stick to his face like a fat swan.

A certain crown prince thought so.

... Fortunately, Fox didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise today's Chamber of Secrets would have an extra phoenix hair.

Allen showed a polite smile, took the note, and read on it,

[Allen: Scrimgeour and Moody are here to discuss portable communication with you. Is it convenient for you?

ps: If it is inconvenient to come, just write a note and let Fox bring it back.

Dumbledore]

Allen was really surprised.

He had never seen such a lenient wording from the old headmaster, let alone the option of refusal.

He hesitated for a moment.

The sea blue eyes were a little dark.

... The old headmaster did this, was he completely relieved of him, or was it a habitual comfort, or was it a subtle temptation?

The slender finger twisted the sticky note, and Fox pecked lightly as if urging him.

The growing Phoenix is ​​very proud.

It seemed angry at Alan's hesitation, jumped on Alan's shoulder, and tapped the sticky note with the tip of its wing.

Allen couldn't help laughing.

He shook the note in his hand, put the note on the table, and said softly, "Then let's go there! Maybe we can do something for the Aurors."

Fox let out a clear chirp.

The fiery red flame disappeared from the secret room, burned in the principal's room again, and was reflected in the eyes of the four people in the principal's room.

Grindelwald frowned slightly, and saw Dumbledore smile with a complicated expression, and secretly held the other's hand under the table.

Scrimgeour dimpled his cheeks nervously.

He and Moody exchanged glances, saw the blond crown prince neatly landed in the principal's room, and nodded slightly to them.

"Everyone, good afternoon!"

Allen said so.

Scrimgeour nodded, "Hello, Your Highness! You know I don't like politeness, please allow me to say—"

"About the last portable communication issue, we went back and thought about it seriously, and finally decided to ask Professor Dumbledore to take on the heavy responsibility of the 'magic base station' for us."

He nodded to Dumbledore.

"...I hope you can consider making a portable communication for us."

Allen paused, and subconsciously glanced at Dumbledore.

... The old man agreed?

His eyes swept over Grindelwald who was wearing body deformation, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Although he was not sure what Dumbledore was thinking, this was indeed a good opportunity.

He raised his eyes and asked pretentiously, "Mr. Scrimgeour, I know how much you value the Auror team, but Aurors have been able to complete tasks very well without portable communications.

"May I ask, why do you suddenly want portable communication?"

Scrimgeour frowned and sighed deeply.

"Maybe you don't pay attention to this... There is a famous bounty hunter in Knockturn Alley, Kenny Cooper. This person has caused troubles a lot recently, and the dark wizard under him is extremely arrogant, disturbing the Aurors without peace!"

"If we have portable communication, we can exchange information and break their tricks!"

Scrimgeour turned sideways, raised his finger to Moody, and introduced,

"This is the meritorious Auror who just retired not long ago—Alastor Moody, he also understands the importance of portable communication, not to mention the Aurors who are fighting on the front line!

"It can be said that our Aurors have already unified their opinions!"

"I see."

Allen responded softly. He looked at Dumbledore and asked, "Sir, are you sure you want to become a base station for portable communications? That consumes a lot of magic power..."

Dumbledore smiled, seemingly relieved, but also worried.

With comfort in his voice, he said, "Yes, Alan!"

He blinked lightly, "We old men, we should always do something more for the wizarding world... Is it a life adjustment for replying letters every day?"

Grindelwald glanced at him involuntarily.

Allen smiled lightly and said helplessly, "Well, since everyone has reached a consensus, of course I am willing to do something for the heroes who defend the magical world—"

"I'm happy to create a portable communication for you, but I need at least three months!"

Scrimgeour was overjoyed, his usually upright face was slightly smiling.

"Great!"

He couldn't help sighing, his shoulders relaxed a little, and he firmly stretched out his arm to shake hands with Allen.

"—His Royal Highness, we are waiting for your good news!"