Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next day, Allen opened his eyes according to the biological clock and rubbed his forehead gently.

There were not many letters to deal with last night. He didn't need to stay up late, but his time on weekends was full.

Muggle lessons, theoretical studies, spell practice... There is also a snake ancestor urging him to accept personal training.

Allen was happy to accept Salazar's teaching, so the homework that was originally planned to be completed on the weekend had to be rushed forward.

What's more, next week there will be small classes on potions and transfiguration that have been scheduled long ago.

The course schedule is intensive, but fortunately, Allen has been like this for all these years, and his time management is quite good, so he can take it all at once.

He lay on the bed for a while, relieved his slight dizziness, then sat up, lifted the curtain and got out of bed.

Alan's normal time to get up is at six o'clock. When he was in the castle, he had to wash and get dressed first, and then sort out his work and schoolwork for the day amidst Triss' report.

After the one-hour morning class, Allen had to change into his training clothes and go for a run, then came back and put on a neat suit, and had dinner with Edward.

Then, the two will attend events together, or go to the study to study and work separately.

After decades of daily arrangements, Allen's biological clock could no longer be changed.

Although it is relatively easy to go to Hogwarts, there is nothing to do, and I will be woken up by the biological clock at six o'clock every day.

As for the tsundere young master Malfoy, he would usually get up at seven o'clock in the morning and tidy himself up at seven fifty - the daily hairspray took him a long time.

Then at eight o'clock I went to the auditorium with Alan to have breakfast, and at eight fifty I arrived at the classroom where the class was held.

Allen has long been used to finishing morning classes by himself before going out with the other party.

But today, for the first time ever, Draco woke up early.

As soon as Allen came out of the bathroom, he saw Draco jumping up from the bed excitedly, and greeted him warmly, "Morning, Allen!"

"Good morning!"

Before the blond crown prince finished speaking, the white peacock rushed into the bathroom in a hurry.

In less than 10 minutes, Draco took care of himself and ran out to put on the training uniform he picked out last night.

He looked at Alan who had changed his shirt and trousers and was sitting at his desk studying, and urged, "Alan! What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Allen took a sip of his milk and reminded, "It's not even seven o'clock yet."

He looked down at his watch and added, "To be precise, it's only 42:08. I remember that today's selection starts at 30:[-]?"

"Oh!"

Draco frowned, turned around a few times, and complained, "Lazy Flint!"

He ran into the bathroom again, took care of his hair in front of the mirror, and quickly ran out again, changing into his school robe.

"...Before you succeed, you must not let Pote find out!"

Allen watched him go around amusedly, relieved that the little peacock finally knew how to restrain himself.

——Although maybe it’s just because I’m afraid that I won’t be selected and lose face, it’s still a big improvement, isn’t it?

Draco was chattering about the origin of Quidditch, well-known teams and rules of play, which made Alan unable to think.

After casting a silencing spell and being discovered by the little peacock, he coaxed people into thinking for half a second, and reluctantly gave up the morning class.

After listening for a while, Allen, who was not interested in Quidditch at all, decided to make trouble. As if he just remembered, he asked, "Did Crabbe and Goyle get together?"

The words managed to divert Draco's attention.

The little peacock went out angrily and walked to another bedroom. An "alahoo hole opened" opened the door, cursing and calling the two to get up.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to gnaw on the big bone of "Magic Theory" for this rare clean and regained study time.

Alan had already completed the assignment of Professor McGonagall in the morning class last week, and Tita sent it to him.Many of the after-class papers left by professors did not bother him, and they had already been written.

After Salazar's space spell teaching, Allen keenly discovered that a solid theoretical foundation is indeed decisive for the execution of the spell.

The cutting-edge research of Muggles is very similar to the theory of the wizarding world, and there is a feeling that different routes lead to the same goal.

For example, the mediocre space curse.

In essence, the theory of relativity can be used to explain the induction——the folding and breaking through of the space energy field.

You can use it to make a bland space trinket, chest, or tent, or use it to chop off an enemy's head during a battle.

(Alan also decided to investigate a similar time spell.)

And the speed of spell casting depends on the theoretical certainty and proficiency.

The flexible use of spells will test the theoretical level of the caster.

For example, Allen discovered that the simplest household magic in the wizarding world is essentially to control objects to perform certain actions.

If there is an analogy, it is probably the same as programming in the Muggle world-through a program or spell, let the software or object continue to run according to the established mode.

Thinking about it further, can improving the simplest housework magic work on people?

For example, the tarantella dance is to make people dance continuously until the magic power acting on it disappears, or is canceled by the magic power of the cursed person himself.

This discovery made Allen think about the emergence of the dark wizard——

Why learn the dangerous and disturbing black arts when ordinary, not-forbidden spells can do the trick?

The blond crown prince temporarily came to a conclusion, probably because these wizards didn't learn the basic theory well, so they couldn't master the flexible way of casting spells.

So Allen decided to mention this discovery in the meeting with Dumbledore tomorrow morning, hoping to get the guidance of the old headmaster.

After all, the old man with white beard is very reliable at first glance, isn't he?

And Allen expressed doubts that Dumbledore didn't know that something was wrong with Quirrell——

The Headmaster had set his free time straight, which was right after the Muggleborn meeting.

How can there be such a coincidence?

Edward had taught Allen that if one wanted to analyze the real intentions of politicians in the clues, one should never ignore this coincidence.

Little Peacock's voice of disgust gradually became clearer, Allen withdrew his thoughts, and put the deduction notes that only he could understand into the drawer.