Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The opening is a soothing waltz.

Under the welcome of the little wizards, the courageous ones entered with their dance partners.

Hibiscus was the first.

She was wearing a long dress that shone with silver light, and she was holding the current Ravenclaw prefect - Roger Davis, who is also the current head of Allen's college.

(Davis struggled for a while with getting ahead of Allen.)

Edward watched Fleur calmly.

He had heard Alan mention this girl from Beauxbatons many times - she was of Veela descent, with an arrogant and indifferent personality, and a good talent for alchemy.

Pity……

His Majesty thought regretfully that this was not suitable to be his daughter-in-law.

At this time, Krum was wearing a fiery red Durmstrang cloak, and Hermione Granger, who was dressed up and beautiful, walked forward under the greeting of Professor McGonagall.

Edward was vaguely aware of his son's position here.

... Krum nodded slightly at him, while Hermione blushed a little embarrassedly, and gave him a careful look.

None of them wanted to go ahead of Allen.

Edward nodded gently.

...He can rest assured.

His Majesty, wearing the crown prince's skin, stretched out his arms in a gentlemanly manner, and asked Allen's chosen dance partner, Chloe Durand, to put his hand in his arms.

They stepped forward and entered the Hogwarts hall.

"Your Highness!"

The little wizards shouted loudly and clapped their hands with flushed faces.

They cheered, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

Edward nodded back in a good mood, and saw the young master Malfoy who had been to Sandringham Palace through the crowd.

With a smile, he raised his hand far away to signal.

Draco was taken aback, and leaned forward to return the salute respectfully.

He raised his eyes again, and those gray-blue eyes reflected the grand scene in the arena.

The three warriors and their partners stand in a triangle on the dance floor, and the crisp dresses and gorgeous skirts jump up.

Edward was almost uncomfortable.

Since he graduated from Cambridge and became the king, he has never danced such a youthful dance among the young and lively crowd.

Noble Ball doesn't feel like that.

The aristocrats who have always been conservative and profit-seeking have conspiracies for all their enthusiasm.

And these kids are different...

They are in their youth, and they speak and act with pure joy and appreciation for their partner.

Edward smiled, raised his arms at the point of the music, and let that Miss Chloe Durand circle around him.

The light blue silk skirt slipped over his trousers, carrying a faint scent of cedar.

Chloe smiled and said with a little surprise, "Little Prince, why did you wear perfume? This is really rare."

Edward raised his eyebrows slightly and replied,

"Floris 89 has been a royal brand since its birth."

He stepped on the dance steps calmly and gracefully, holding the girl in front of him and turning around.

"...it's normal for this perfume to appear on me."

Chloe looked at him a little strangely, and asked hesitantly, "Alan, why are you different from usual?"

Edward's smile was unmoved.

He smiled and said, "It's time for me to mature, Chloe—in a few years, I should be serving in the military."

Chloe didn't understand the rules of the royal family, so she nodded in understanding.

"Well, little prince. Good luck!"

She obviously didn't know Alan very well.

If the real young crown prince was here, he would ask with a smile...

Where is the difference.

This sentence made Edward understand the relationship between Allen and Miss Chloe. He smiled clearly and led the other party around in a brisk circle.

They danced restrained dance steps, and their respective movements were intended to avoid suspicion.

No way, who would dare to fall in love with the Crown Prince at Hogwarts?

——That is not guaranteed to be envied.

Chloe doesn't want to take this risk yet!

What's more, when she met the little prince, he was still a child less than 1.7 meters tall!

She smiled tolerantly, and the skirt slid across the air in the aftertaste of the dance music, swinging into a somewhat elegant semicircle.

Edward took her hand and faced the audience, bowed to caress her heart, and chatted to call off the curtain.

The hall was quieter than they expected.

For the little wizards, this was the first time they had seen such an aristocratic dance. It was clearly the same dance steps, but under the blessing of that peculiar calm and elegance, it suddenly possessed more charm.

Chloe suggested wisely,

"Little Prince? Let's sit over there for a while! I want to drink your Hogwarts lime juice!"

Edward naturally agreed.

Dumbledore glanced at the movement here with a smile, and approached Professor McGonagall to invite him.

They held each other's hands and walked onto the dance floor with their hands held high.

This seemed to be a signal, and the students cheered in a small area, and enthusiastically led their partners onto the dance floor.

Draco was not among them.

He hesitated, and with Astoria's encouragement, he walked towards the blond crown prince.

Since the last time he refuted Allen for Astoria and told Allen about the fire dragon project in the first game, their communication has become less.

Allen still leans heavily on Malfoy.

When those sea blue eyes looked at him, there was still a little indulgence.

... At least he always gets the other party's rare smile.

Draco looked at Alan who was talking to the girl from Beauxbatons with some hesitation, until the other party looked over under the reminder of the girl.

Those sea blue eyes were gentle and tolerant.

The blond jerk asked with a smile, "What's the matter, Draco. Why don't you go dancing?"

Draco paused.

... Why is this bastard a bit strange today.

...seems to be more tolerant and majestic.

Those gray-blue eyes were cautious, but found that it was indeed a temperament and demeanor that was difficult for outsiders to imitate.

"Nothing, just..."

He pursed his lips and asked, "I didn't see you at dinner, so I came to ask if you want to eat something."

Edward gave an inconspicuous pause and smiled broadly.

"It's okay, I ate with Professor Dumbledore, you don't have to worry about me."

He looked at Astoria, and the character atlas reported by his son earlier instantly became three-dimensional, corresponding to the little girl in front of him.

"Astoria, you go too."

Draco and Astoria obeyed subconsciously, and they didn't realize until they turned around and walked a dozen steps, and looked at each other with some vigilance and helplessness.

...His Highness's sense of oppression has become stronger again.

Astoria smiled bitterly, and suggested, "Draco, let's go dance first!"

Platinum Boy agreed.

They were like two small animals huddling together to keep warm, shivering in a piece of gorgeous clothes.

Edward narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had no intention of harming these children, but it was one thing to be lenient in getting along with him, and quite another to plan for the larger picture of the wizarding world's infiltration plan.

He didn't care about the sacrifices and upheavals these reforms necessarily entailed.

All he knew was that if progress in the wizarding world didn't speed up, his children would suffer even more.