Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At this moment, the three principals were gathering in the principal's office at Hogwarts, of course, as well as Bagman, Moody, and Crouch who was nervous and trying to calm down.

Professor McGonagall and Snape were there too.

One of these two is the vice-principal of Hogwarts, and the other is the dean of the academy to which the warrior belongs. They were invited to observe the preparations for the next game.

They had to be cautious, after all, the King and Crown Prince of England were here, and if something happened to these two, the Muggle Prime Minister would definitely not let it go.

Dumbledore looked sideways at Moody, and asked, "Alastor, I've asked you to protect the king these days, is there anything wrong?"

Moody pressed his hands on his crutches, his vigilant eyes stopped moving, looked at Dumbledore and replied, "No problem, Albus."

The old headmaster nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Karkaroff was a little impatient, and said in a strange way, "Look, this is the benefit of calling a Muggle."

Madame Maxime glanced at him with a cold face, and said yin and yang,

"Even if the king is a Muggle, at least he is serious and responsible, and he is better than some guys who don't do anything to face the competition!"

She snorted disdainfully, blowing out a breath through her nose.

Karkaroff's face turned red and then pale.

…No one wants to understand this game more than him. As long as he understands better than others, Klum has a better chance of winning.

However, the active Dark Mark on his left arm always reminded him that he was in danger.

He has no time to care about him!

What competition, what honor, where is his life important!

At this moment, when Maxim yelled at him and Dumbledore was standing aside, he was afraid that they would continue to question him, so he quickly shut up.

Crouch had a pale face, his condition was extremely bad, but he still glared at Karkaroff next to him.

The two of them have always looked down upon each other.

After all, how much old hatred.

First, Karkaroff is a well-known former Death Eater;

Secondly, if it wasn't for this thing who only recognized his son at the trial meeting, his wife wouldn't have been terrified to death in Azkaban because of that traitor!

It can be said that this person is the murderer who ruined his family!

Moody's magic eyes fixed on Crouch's back, and turned around as the other person looked at him with a pale face.

The atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Bagman came out to smooth things over with a smile, "Hey, the two principals are really funny, and His Majesty is coming soon?

"—Oh, look, this is coming!"

Everyone followed the light and saw someone stepping out of the flames of the phoenix. The crisp suit pants seemed to be burned by the flames, but they were not damaged.

They looked up and saw the majestic king walking into the principal's room, and slightly nodded at everyone graciously.

Dumbledore smiled complicatedly, walked down the steps to meet him,

"Your Majesty, sit here."

Maximoff, Professor McGonagall, and Moody all nodded their heads, Snape and Crouch looked complex, and Karkaroff looked stern...

Only Bagman stepped forward to guide Edward to the seat in a very doggy manner, as if he was making up for the mistake of saying something wrong earlier.

He said eagerly, "Your Majesty, I'm just waiting for you! The pre-match preparations are almost done, but tomorrow I have to work hard on you! After all, it is obvious that you are the most important person of His Highness..."

Edward nodded and sat down, "I know this, don't worry, I will cooperate."

Bagman flattered unobtrusively, "As expected of His Majesty the King, you can lift the weight as lightly as possible."

Dumbledore's eyes were slightly heavy, he pulled his beard and sat on the main seat, cleared his throat, and stopped Bagman, who still wanted to talk too much, before saying,

"Everyone, the second round of the Trifinals will start the day after tomorrow. All the procedures have been prepared, but we have a special guest—His Majesty Edward."

He nodded slightly to Edward, "Because of the well-known reasons, His Majesty will participate in the second match, but the king will affect the whole body, we need to protect His Majesty's safety.

"Alastor!"

Dumbledore called Moody, nodded to Edward and said, "Your Majesty, you must have seen Moody in the past few days - a meritorious Auror, he has been secretly protecting your safety.

"Before the start of the game the day after tomorrow and after you have prepared, he will also protect your safety throughout the entire process."

Edward nodded lightly, and said leniently, "Of course, Mr. Dumbledore, I trust your arrangement."

Dumbledore looked at Moody again.

The meritorious Auror took a sip from his small silver pot and nodded sharply.

"Okay, then—"

Dumbledore said, "Your Majesty, the game will take at least half a day, maybe you have something to arrange in advance, so we invite you to come here one day in advance.

"—If you have other requirements, you can also tell us."

Edward thought for a while, smiled and said, "There is really one thing, or, I need you to invite another person."

"Oh?"

Madame Maxime was very curious.

Of course, Bagman was also very supportive.

Edward smiled and said, "My housekeeper, Mr. Volker Furlong."

"It's not me being hypocritical—"

He waved his hand, looked at Dumbledore and explained, "You also know that when I am at Hogwarts, Allen will definitely expect me to watch the game. But I can't go."

"If you don't call an elder who is trusted by Allen to explain the situation, I'm afraid this game will not go smoothly."

Dumbledore agreed deeply.

He said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will invite Butler Fran."

Edward nodded, "I will send a letter to Volker, he needs some time to arrange the royal procedures - of course, I hope that Volker can arrive at Hogwarts before five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Things are going so well.

In a certain corner of the principal's office, a 360-degree rotating magic eye watched over everyone, revealing the elation of being in control.