Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Fred and George finally took the sponsorship of [-] Galleons and promised Alan [-]% of the profits.

In the words of these two men,

"Little prince who doesn't eat fireworks, five thousand Galleons is enough for us to open a shop in Diagon Alley!"

Allen had no choice but to say, "If you need investment to open a store, you can also come to me."

The Weasley twins were rarely so noisy. They looked at each other, looked at Alan, and shook their heads almost with a gentle smile.

——Let us respect a golden mountain!

——Especially such a generous Jinshan!

——The god of jokes pays homage to you!

The twins walked away with weak steps, and they returned to their seats, laughing and teasing their prefect brother Platinum.

The first-year Muggle lion cubs came to Allen one by one, asking him to check their bruises.

Allen looked over one by one with tolerance and cooperation, and praised their self-control.

"Are there any rewards?"

The little lions said boldly.

Allen laughed, and took out chocolates and macarons from his pocket, "I only brought this, let's share it!"

There was a buzz of "Ah..." from the long tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and even the senior Gryffindors looked over jealously.

Where Allen didn't notice, a Miss Ravenclaw exchanged glances with two gentlemen from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

So soon...

A tall Gryffindor from the senior year came over and looked at these little first-year wizards with some fierceness.

This person is tall and tall, more than 1.8 meters by visual inspection, with brown curly hair scattered on his forehead, and his brown eyes are sharp like eagles.

The cubs seemed to have a guilty conscience, bid farewell to Allen one by one obediently, sat back in their seats reluctantly, and ate dinner obediently.

The senior lion saluted Alan, an unexpected standard.

He said, "Alger Philip, I have seen Your Highness!"

Allen remembered him, Gryffindor's muggle-born letter transfer station, now in sixth grade.

Facing such a worry-free and capable person, Allen was very good-tempered, nodded gently, and motioned him to sit beside him.

Alger paused for a moment before stepping over the bench and sitting down.

He seemed a little embarrassed, pursed his lips tightly, "Sorry, Your Highness! I didn't manage these children well...they always give you trouble."

Allen shook his head slightly, with a perfect smile, "You don't need to blame yourself, Mr. Philip. I appreciate your efforts."

There was a blush on Alger's face, and he coughed lightly before continuing,

"This Friday, Miss Diana Sharp asked me to ask you, when are we going to have a meeting?"

Perhaps out of fear of Alan's blame, Alger quickly added, "Please don't take offense, everyone wants to meet you so much. Of course..."

He glanced at Alan's expression calmly, "If you have an arrangement..."

Suddenly, Allen seemed to see Sir Albert's golden retriever.

Speaking of which, Sir Albert's surname is also Philip...

he asked, "Sir Albert Philip is yours..."

"my father."

Alger Philip answered immediately.

Allen understood, it turned out to be the owner-like type.He laughed, "I remember your golden retriever, it's so cute!"

Alger's face suddenly turned red, and of course he quickly suppressed it, "It's an honor that Eddie can be liked by you."

He tentatively restrained, "If you want to meet us next time, we can bring Eddie with us."

Allen nodded, "Of course!"

Alger secretly made a comparison for himself. He successfully won a chance to meet with him, and his father would be crazy about it!

He obviously relaxed a lot, and asked, "So, when is the meeting?"

"Saturday." Allen replied, "Saturday afternoon and evening, my time is reserved for you. Please book a place."

"Of course!"

Alger said quickly, lest Alan regret it, "You will receive our letter before going to bed."

The senior lion just sat next to Allen for granted.

He tried his best to take a deep breath, summoned up his courage and asked, "Would you like steak or lamb chops?"

The poor lion's voice changed nervously.

Allen gave him a funny look, and didn't pierce his small thoughts of wanting to have a meal with him. He nodded and said, "Lamb chops, please pass me some fried potatoes, thank you."

After Alger saddled his horse conscientiously, he didn't dare to ask Alan what he wanted to drink, so he moved various drinks to Alan's eyes calmly.

When Allen looked up, there were no less than ten drinks in front of him.

"Enough, Mr Philip!"

Allen raised his hand to stop the drink he offered again, "I prefer black tea with less sugar, thank you!"

As if being pardoned, Alger immediately handed him a cup of black tea and removed the pile of drink cups.

"Relax, Mr. Philip." Allen looked at him with a smile, "We will get along often in the future!"

Alger nodded tensely. Looking at Alan's friendly smile, he said in a trembling voice, "Yes, Your Highness!"

Allen took a sip of the black tea and exclaimed, "The sugar is just right, thank you, Mr. Philip."

Alger finally plucked up the courage and said quickly, "...you can call me Alger, Your Highness!"

It seemed that the speed of Holmes' reincarnation made Allen pause, and confirmed, "What?"

Poor little Philip took a deep breath and tried to slow down his voice, "...You can call me Alger."

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled, and nodded slightly, "Okay, Alger!"