Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen looked at Dumbledore and said calmly, "I have put my father to rest for now. Now, I have to go back to the palace to bury the housekeeper."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and said sympathetically, "That's right."

He hesitated to speak, and finally asked, "About the Muggle Prime Minister..."

Allen sneered and didn't answer.

He knew the old man's thoughts and his plans, but this time, he could no longer do what the other party wanted.

——If the Prime Minister ceases to hold the Ministry of Magic accountable, then this kind of person does not deserve to be in Downing Street anymore.

Fudge ventured to interject, "Oh, Your Highness, Albus is right!

"The most important thing now is to stabilize the situation, not to hold anyone responsible. Taking a step back, this is our wizard's business, why should the Muggle Prime Minister interfere..."

His voice became smaller and smaller under Allen's gaze, and his flushed face became pale.

The crown prince's face completely darkened.

His low and gentle voice had never been so cold as he asked him, "Does the minister mean that my father's life is not worth mentioning?"

The pair of sea blue eyes squinted condescendingly.

While Umbridge was still wailing, Fudge was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to utter a word to refute.

He could guarantee that if he said one more word, he would not be able to leave the principal's office today.

Dumbledore held his breath and made a decision immediately, "Alan, I think the most important thing now is to bury Mr. Furlong."

He paused and said, "But we also urgently need to appease the wizards. You know, Tom..."

Allen twisted a smile, looked at him, and said with a thin smile,

"Sir, just tell the truth."

He looked into those blue eyes and said, "I have no problem with calming the people - as you can see, I also need to appease the people in the Muggle world."

He smirked with restrained anger and behaved like a gentleman.

"By the way - the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has been sealed, and I don't want anyone else to break in."

Allen glanced sideways and glanced at the fiery phoenix beside him.

Dumbledore showed an awkward yet polite smile and reassured, "Of course, Alan - I promise, no one will step into the Chamber of Secrets."

Allen nodded gently and said neatly, "Farewell, sir."

With Dumbledore's tacit approval, Alan left Hogwarts easily.

Of course, he did not forget to give instructions to the heads of the four colleges.

The four major leaders gathered together for the first time.

The heads of the other three houses looked at Draco in shock. Although there had been rumors, they did not expect that Malfoy was really the head of Slytherin House.

Facing these looks, Draco smiled in a very Malfoy-like manner.

Allen gave a few brief instructions, asking them to appease the young Muggle wizards in each college, suppress those who acted inappropriately, and stabilize the public opinion of Hogwarts.

——No matter what kind of speculation you have, don't talk about it openly and wait for him to come back.

The four people in charge obediently agreed.

The female head of Gryffindor asked tentatively, "Your Highness, are you... okay?"

Allen was silent and avoided answering, "Thank you for your concern."

He raised his hand to outline the alchemy formation and covered the contact badges of the four people with the formation, his eyes gloomy.

"This is an array for detecting black magic. If someone uses black magic nearby, the badge will emit a red-purple light as a warning.

"Once this happens——"

Draco suddenly answered, "We will write down the other person's appearance and name and report it to the professor."

Allen looked at the other party, looked into those calm gray-blue eyes, and nodded gently for a long time.

...Unexpectedly, Draco turned out to be the calmest among the four.

He has transformed into a true Malfoy, a staunch follower of his crown prince.

At the same time, he seemed to have found a balance between crown prince and friend, taking a step slowly when Allen dismissed them, looking at his friend silently but with concern.

He seemed to want to say something, but it seemed to be blocked by Allen's current appearance, and he finally lost it in his mouth.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Draco, watch out for Slytherin for me."

Draco paused after hearing this and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please rest assured."

At this moment, their trust in each other goes without saying.

This short-lived friendship gave Allen great comfort and gave him a brief moment of strength when he left His Majesty.

He tried hard to maintain the demeanor of a crown prince, walked into Windsor Castle with his head held high, walked into the king's study, stood opposite the main seat of the desk, and pressed the waiter's call bell.

After a while, Tris came over panting.

It is really no small matter that His Majesty and the chief steward of the royal family leave the palace.

Originally, the palace would receive information from Uncle Fran at 12 noon, 6 pm, and 0 am every day. However, starting from noon yesterday, His Majesty and Uncle could not be contacted at all!

Even His Highness did not reply.

She was ordered to stay in the palace to take charge of matters, but she couldn't get away at all.

Until I received the "Daily Prophet" as usual this morning...

Tris was almost breathless by the series of news.

She had already sent a message to Dumbledore, but had not yet received a response from him. The call bell suddenly rang in His Majesty's study. How could she not be in a hurry!

She knocked on the door three times with urgency and restraint, and after getting permission from a familiar voice, she opened the door and saw a familiar figure with his back to her.

not your majesty...

Tris was startled before she realized that this was Allen.

She tried hard to restrain her gaze, not to look at the dark and shiny coffin beside the crown prince, as if it was a Pandora's box that would bring disaster to the world.

"Your Highness...?"

she called with a trembling voice.

The boy opposite stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the lawn outside Windsor Castle. After a while, he replied in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, Tris."

Allen turned around, lowered his eyes and said, "Grandpa Butler is here, Your Majesty will stay at Hogwarts temporarily."

Tris looked at the coffin beside her in disbelief.

She couldn't believe it no matter what, her uncle died so suddenly.

She knew that parting would be a matter of time, but even so, her uncle should close his eyes in glory and calmness under His Majesty's glory and care.

how come……

She looked blankly at the coffin aside, and stiffly saluted, "Please wait a moment."

The always calm royal butler stepped towards the coffin, struggled to open the coffin lid, and saw the very familiar person.

Fran Butler.

Her uncle, but more like a father figure to her.

She slowed down, but couldn't help but look at the purple-red patches on the old man's face. In an instant, a piece of water mist blurred her vision, and she condensed into tears and fell in big drops.

...mortals.

Tris raised her hand to cover her mouth, trying not to cry in front of the crown prince, but the thin sobs still reached Alan's ears uninterrupted.

Allen gently closed his eyes.

He thought of His Majesty who was still waiting for him in the Slytherin Chamber, and clenched his fists fiercely.