Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Ah, Friday, a day of joy.

friday

What a beautiful word, praise Frigg, God of love!

Alan strolled in the castle, and the time tonight will be completely his own.

Although there is an appointment with the Muggleborn tomorrow afternoon, and a Hagrid appointment with the savior the afternoon after tomorrow...

But it doesn't matter!

At least he has two mornings of his own!

Ah, such is the humble wish of the Crown Prince!After all, contentment is bliss, isn't it?

Allen walked slowly to the cellar.

Suddenly, a fiery red flame burned in front of him, and after the flame disappeared, a big golden-red bird appeared out of thin air in front of him.

This bird was as big as a swan, with fiery red wings beating the air, a golden red crest, and a long, golden beak and claws.

The most eye-catching thing is the long golden tail feather, fluttering with its body ups and downs.

A word appeared in Allen's mind——

Phoenix.

Or rather, Phoenix!

Allen stared at the tail until the big bird became impatient and fluttered its wings at him before regaining consciousness.

"Feel sorry."

Allen subconsciously noticed the note in the big bird's beak.

He took the note, and the big bird disappeared in a flame just like when it came.

Allen stared at the place where the phoenix disappeared, and remembered the description of the Dumbledore family in "History of Magic"—

When every Dumbledore needed help, the Phoenix was there for them.

It is said that when the first Dark Lord was all-powerful in Europe, he was accompanied by a Dumbledore who owned a phoenix.

Allen slowly raised his eyes, suppressed these thoughts, and then looked at the note, which read——

[Ellen:

Is it convenient to come to the principal's office to talk on Sunday morning?

By the way, I like lemon sherbet best.

Albus Dumbledore]

Allen's face collapsed.

Well, he only has one morning to himself this glorious weekend!

Well, he really has no interest in visiting the castle now.

He didn't expect that it would not be peaceful to go back to the lounge.

As soon as he stepped into the lounge with his left foot, a certain little peacock, who was drinking pumpkin juice with his legs crossed, snorted coldly and said in a strange way, "Oh, look who is this?

"It turned out to be the Muggle Crown Prince! I thought someone had forgotten which college he belonged to!"

Alan:  …

He must write a letter and ask his father to consult a psychiatrist!

Allen took a deep breath, looked at the little peacock in front of him, and suddenly realized again.

Oh……

Is this little peacock mad at himself for running to the Gryffindor table?

Ok……

Perhaps, he could go to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff alternately in the next two days?

Allen dispelled this naive idea, at least in the first week, he should be more synchronized with Slytherin.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Allen sat next to Draco and handed over a box of macarons.

This French dessert successfully blocked Draco's yin and yang, and the little peacock took the box over and took a bite of the dessert viciously.

Allen looked at Crabbe.

The fat boy approached him cautiously, and whispered, "Malfoy just heard that Harry Potter was chosen as Gryffindor's Seeker! He's going to be very angry!"

He pouted in Draco's direction.

I see……

Allen rubbed his eyebrows.

No wonder Alger scoffed at Wood's (Gryffindor Quidditch team captain) secrecy.

Yes, there are no secrets at Hogwarts.

Obviously, the proud white peacock was very angry with this result——

Harry Potter was not punished, but became the youngest Seeker in history.

What's more, this result can be said to be indirectly created by Draco.

Allen stared at him for a while, got up and said, "Follow me to the dean's office!"

Draco dropped the macaron box, let the colorful desserts spill on the floor, and there was a bit of crying in his voice, "I'm not going!"

Allen patted him on the shoulder, "Don't cry, you can also be a Seeker!"

Draco raised his hand to wipe his face, wiped away the uncontrollable tears, raised his head and said,

"You really have a way? Impossible, the old bee won't let the first grade into the Quidditch team!"

Allen was helpless.

What a shrewd politician and businessman Lucius Malfoy is, how could he raise such a simple and awkward child?

Can't even analyze the situation.

He explained, "Originally it wasn't, but now, Harry has made a move."

Draco looked at him, as if he had come to his senses, his gray-blue eyes gradually lit up.He jumped up, pulled Alan and ran to Snape's office.

"Mr. Cornwall..."

The black-robed professor walked slowly beside Allen, his deep and silky voice was like a cello,

"You need to provide some solid and reliable basis for your whimsical application, so that your poor dean can make a proper judgment..."

Not everyone gets along with people in high positions all year round like Allen, so they are immune to the venom of the snake king.

At this moment, Draco looked at Allen carefully, already feeling a little regretful in his heart.

But he is really conspicuous, the platinum blonde hair covered with hairspray can reflect a light in the dark cellar, and there is nowhere to hide.

Allen showed a perfect smile, "Professor, the Quidditch competition is a major event in the school, and our college team is in high spirits.

"However, it is said that Harry Potter was promoted to Gryffindor College's Seeker in an exceptional way, because he dived fifty feet to catch a memory ball during flying class."

When he saw Snape pause, he knew it.

After all, the professor's dislike for Harry was not just talking - as long as he saw Harry, he would find a reason to deduct some points.

He continued, "Obviously, our Seeker Terrence Higgs has been out of energy recently due to the newt exam and has not been able to fully devote himself to training.

"Therefore, it is a very wise decision to inject fresh blood into the team."

"Mr. Cornwall thinks..."

Snape glanced at Draco, saw the little peacock tucked its tail, looked at Alan raising his eyebrows condescendingly, "Mr. Malfoy is suitable?"

"Yes, Professor!"

Allen looked at him without hesitation, "Draco's knowledge of brooms is no less than that of someone who has just had a lesson with it!"

Snape didn't answer.

Allen carefully observed the expression of the black-robed professor, remembering what Dumbledore said——

Harry looked exactly like his father, with only one pair of eyes, exactly like his mother.

With the winning ticket in his hands, Allen evoked a smile, raised his eyes and said,

"It's not just the Potter family who have a talent for flying."

"Very well, Mr. Cornwall."

Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously, he finished writing a approval note and handed it to Allen,

"From now on, every Monday, come here for a little potion class..." He raised his eyebrows subtly, "To help you overcome some... difficulties."

Allen's expression stiffened, he hadn't forgotten the slimy slug before!

He quickly took the small piece of parchment from Snape's hand, and pulled Draco to leave quickly.

Draco was dragged out of the potions office in a daze, and then a note was stuffed in his hand, which read,

[I, Severus Snape, agree with Draco Malfoy to try out for the Slytherin Quidditch team early. ]

He jumped up and hugged Allen violently, "You are amazing!"

Allen pushed him away expressionlessly, as if he had seen his "bright future" of kneading slugs.

And the little peacock was ecstatic beside him.

The blond crown prince couldn't help showing a wry smile, and just as he was about to go back and have a rest, Dracola, who was in high spirits, went to find Flint.

Draco beamed,

"Hmph! Let that smug look! Isn't it just a Seeker? I still don't believe that a guy who grew up in the Muggle world can compare to me!"

Alan:  …

His only Friday night!

no problem, no problem!

Allen tried his best to convince himself - he still has tomorrow morning!

Until Flint told Draco that they had a selection for Draco tomorrow morning...

And Draco patted Allen on the shoulder, "told" him to come...

Allen smiled slowly.

Very well, now, there is no time for myself!