Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Draco was in a good mood, which allowed Alan to sit in the lounge and receive frequent letters.

He received a letter from the [Little Muggle Wizard Liaison Committee], this time replaced with a gold envelope with black stripes, sealed with sealing wax as usual.

The slender fingers opened the letter, only to see the gorgeous font outlined in the dark green ink on it——

[Dear His Majesty the Crown Prince:

We specialize in specialization and take the name of the Liaison Committee.

After discussion, the meeting place for tomorrow will be the Room of Response at Hogwarts—this room is located on the eighth floor of the contractor, opposite the tapestry where the troll beats silly Barnabas with a stick.

I, Diana Sharp, will be waiting for you at the eighth floor entrance.

By the way, we have set the following agenda:

1. Introduce you and the purpose of the committee

2. Read out the provisional rules of the committee

3. The official seal of the discussion committee

4. Have dinner together

Looking forward to tomorrow's arrival!

sincerely yours,

Liaison Committee]

Allen smiled lightly, it seems that this Miss Diana Sharp has already taken the leadership position of the management.

Look at this letter, it's short and neat, and the agenda is clear - even more neat than Congress, which always likes to evade excuses.

sharp...

Is she the earl's daughter?

Alan was thoughtful, and after a while, he gently folded the letter paper and stuffed it back into the envelope.

It seems that even after becoming a little wizard, the people's admiration for the royal family is still the same as before.

In any case, it is definitely his blessing to have such a loyal and outstanding "committee" chairman.

He is already looking forward to tomorrow's rally!

Tita stood on the elbow of the sofa and looked at him, yelled twice, took the newspaper he didn't have time to read, and tilted her head to remind him.

Allen laughed, "Thank you, dear little girl!"

He quickly finished writing today's report to Edward, and he didn't forget to fold up the letter asking the psychiatrist separately, stuff it into a special envelope for the royal family, seal it with wax seal, and hand it to Tita.

"Good girl, it's hard work for you to run."

Tita rubbed his slender fingers, picked up the envelope, and flew out of the common room.

Allen only had time to read these newspapers now, maybe he should ask Tita to deliver these to the breakfast table instead of the dormitory?

He opened the Daily Prophet and read on, his eyes froze.

Gringotts stolen?

[The investigation into the break-in at Gringotts on July 7st continues. …

It is generally believed that this is the work of an unknown black power witch and wizard.

The goblins at Gringotts reaffirmed today that nothing has been stolen.The underground vault, searched by the intruders, was virtually emptied earlier in the day.

A spokesman for Gringotts Goblin said this afternoon: "There is no comment on what is stored in the vault. Please do not interfere with this matter." ]

The blond crown prince twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, with a mocking smile. Is this the safest definition of the magic world?

The Dark Lord got mixed up in Hogwarts, and Gringotts was raided but no one was caught.

One may not have been discovered yet, and the other has discovered but kept silent.

Allen keenly sensed that perhaps the Ministry of Magic was more useless than No. 10 a certain street.

Even if Gringotts is the place of goblins, it is the property of wizards who is threatened.

Look, for such a big social incident, the 10th still knows how to issue a notice and quickly launch an investigation. The Ministry of Magic didn't even have a notice...

He really shouldn't expect anything from these politicians.

After all, there is still a difference between a doer and an orator, and unfortunately, most of the parliament is orators.And by law, they can only sign the appointment papers of these idiots.

Allen was even more dissatisfied.

He quickly scanned the other pages of the paper, ignoring the mass of advertisements and mass of trivialities.

He folded the newspaper, dated it, put it in a newspaper folder, and stored it in his "small mobile library of magic books".