Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next day, Alan went to the principal's office and listened to Dumbledore's brief pre-game pep talk. Of course, Fleur, Krum and their respective principals were also there.

This didn't take long.

——As we all know, Dumbledore's speech has always been brief.

After a while, the three warriors were kicked out.

Fleur shrugged and said to Allen, "Your headmaster is strange—kind and strange."

Allen smiled and said helplessly, "It's good too, isn't it? At least I haven't seen a headmaster speak more neatly than him."

Fu Rong was amused by him, and agreed, "That's true—but, Alan, we will compete in Black Lake tomorrow, but you don't seem to have made any preparations?"

Krum also silently interjected, "There are many magical creatures in the Black Lake."

Before Allen said anything, he heard a mocking and complimenting voice behind him.

"The two of you must trust His Highness's strength!"

Everyone frowned slightly as they followed the prestige.

—It was Bagman.

He walked over to greet the three of them with a little flattery, and continued, "Of course, we must also believe in the strength of the Magic Federation!"

"——We will not put dangers other than the competition into the Black Lake! Even the big octopus in the lake has moved for the competition!"

Krum frowned slightly, "Mr. Bagman, according to the rules, you can't tell us this!"

Bagman just smiled.

Furong cleverly patted the big fool next to her and pulled him to leave.

Allen's smile diminished a bit, and he asked, "Mr. Bagman, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Just thought it would be unfair to you if no one told you."

Bagman Slippery Road,

"Look, Fleur and Krum both have principals who have explained the questions for them, but—maybe because of their trust in your strength, no one told you this."

Allen smiled, "Oh? You mean?"

"—You want to vent the question?"

Bagman raised his eyebrows abruptly, and said with a dry smile, "No, no, no, of course I know you disdain these small tricks—who can beat you?"

"but……"

The cunning official rolled his eyes, approached Alan and lowered his voice, "But, what if it's related to His Majesty?"

The smile on Allen's lips suddenly fell, and there was murderous intent in his sea-blue eyes.

"Oh?"

His gaze slid across Bagman's neck with interest and a hint of threat.

Under such a sight, Bagman's scalp was numb. He subconsciously clenched his wand tightly, and managed to hold back a smile.

"Your Highness, don't get me wrong... This will never harm Your Majesty... It's just to match the game arrangement!"

He spoke urgently and stammered, fearing that the other party would take his anger out on him, he said in a panic,

"You know, Dumbledore is in charge!"

As soon as these words came out, Bagman paused.

The Ministry of Magic's long-standing wariness against Dumbledore suddenly surfaced.

Allen's eyes darkened even more.

——If this requires His Majesty's "cooperation", it is a method he can accept and will not cause any damage in the general concept, Bagman will never act like this.

Is it...

He raised his eyes and said quickly, "Mr. Bagman, thank you for your reminder—I still have something to do, so please forgive me."

Bagman quickly smiled, watched the blond boy leave, and then raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

His shoulders relaxed, with a sense of relief.

— the crown prince finally accepted his overtures.

The director of the Department of Sports and Sports, who has always been friendly, smiled meaningfully. He touched the wand in his pocket, hummed a little song and left.

And Allen strode towards His Majesty's bedroom, which could be called menacing.

If anyone saw it, they would think he was going to kick the door in.

But he just stopped outside the door of His Majesty's bedroom, upholding the crown prince's gentlemanly cultivation, and knocked lightly on the door.

With a straight face and dark blue eyes, he waited for His Majesty to open the door, and then asked His Majesty to explain the truth as if he occasionally made trouble at Christmas.

however……

The person who opened the door was the energetic old man with gray hair.

Allen's anger suddenly stopped, as if hitting a wall that stood forever.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "... Grandpa Butler?"

Butler Fran smiled lovingly.

Although his back was slightly stooped, he was still upright. He respectfully saluted Allen, "Your Highness, how are you these days?"

Allen subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, nodded and said, "Fortunately - you don't need to salute. After all, you are old and you have to take good care of yourself. My father and I don't mind!"

"No, Your Highness! This is my job!"

Volker Furlong shook his head resolutely.

His waist is still straight, but after all, he is 77 years old and can no longer protect the king as quickly as he did when he was young.

Allen couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

He still remembered that the gift he gave to His Majesty for Christmas two years ago was a pack of snacks from the wizarding world.

At that time, ice mice were running around all over the table, both His Majesty and the butler were frightened, and the butler swiftly swung the chair with a gun, looking as majestic as 007 in the movie.

It's only been two years...

Why all of a sudden, it seems that he has become an ordinary person in old age?

When Allen was invited into the door by the old housekeeper, seeing His Majesty looking at them with half relief and half melancholy, the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated without a trace.

The old butler closed the door and asked lovingly, "Your Highness, it's not dinner yet, why are you here?"

As soon as he reminded him, Allen suddenly remembered his purpose, and looked down at His Majesty sitting behind the table sipping tea.

He asked, "Your Majesty, tell me, how do they want you to cooperate with tomorrow's game?"

Edward paused, smiled and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen after all."

Allen glanced at the old butler on the side and said, "If this kind of cooperation is absolutely safe, why did you invite Grandpa the butler here?"

Edward paused and smiled helplessly,

"Okay, Alan, this is indeed a bit risky. But - first, you are a participant in this competition. If I don't cooperate, no one can cooperate with you. Second, I am really worried about you.

"The second game is called 'Mermaid Treasure.' Do you know what this treasure refers to?"

Allen paused, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"not……"

Edward confirmed his conjecture, "It's your most important person."

He got up and went around the table and chairs, and pressed his son's shoulders, "Honey, I definitely didn't mean to hurt you, but - even I don't know who else you care about besides me."

He looked at Butler Fran at the side, and sighed,

“Sometimes, I even feel that you don’t even care about Walker and Tris.

"—even if they are the ones who have been with you since childhood."

Butler Fran stood aside quietly, still showing a loving smile when Allen looked at him.

"His Majesty!"

He softly stopped Edward's words, turned to comfort Allen and said,

"Your Highness, don't be sad—I know this is definitely not your intention. Besides, even so, Triss and I will always love you loyally and firmly!"

He straightened his chest, as if he wanted to straighten his back, but was limited by his slightly hunched back, which seemed to be a bit difficult.

But none of this detracted from the poise and elegance of his elite butler.

It's as if nothing undermines his steadfastness and loyalty.

Edward smiled softly, his emotions unclear.

He said, "Son, yes, I'm afraid Dumbledore won't be able to choose someone you care about if I don't come.

"—that gentleman is a suspicious person. Although he does not serve in the Ministry of Magic, he has a peculiar political talent. Of course, he also has the accompanying desire to control."

"I can see that he is worried that you are an anti-social personality, so he has been vigilant and tested many times. If he can't find someone you care about to cooperate with the competition..."

Allen raised his eyelashes halfway, and his sea-blue eyes flickered for a moment.

He said softly, "He will doubt me more and monitor my future actions more closely."

Edward nodded and continued, "And your plan is at a critical stage."

Seeing that the Knights outside the school are gradually taking control of the Ministry of Magic bureaucracy and cultivating their own power, if they are interrupted by Dumbledore at this time, it may be extremely difficult to reach into the Ministry of Magic.

At that time, if there is any conflict, Allen can only expose the existence of "Zeus".

At that time, the wizards who were frightened by Zeus would attack Allen in groups, and a war would be inevitable!

"But……!"

Allen wanted to say something, but saw His Majesty's tolerant and tolerant eyes.

"No but!"

Edward said, "I am your father, and I should eliminate dangers for you - not to mention, I am the king. As long as I am here, half of Dumbledore's mind will be with me."

He raised his hand and rubbed the boy's golden head, and said softly,

"Don't be afraid, baby."

"Your housekeeper, grandpa, and I are both here."