Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This breakfast was eaten in a hurry.

In the end, Allen only ate a slice of bread covered with cranberry jam and a slice of fried egg, took a sip of milk, and was dragged out by Draco.

Fortunately, hardly anyone came for breakfast on Saturday morning,

Otherwise, Draco could have caused the Platinum Peacock to suffer a lot in the hands of the Muggle-born wizard just for the reason of disturbing Allen's meal time.

The mornings in early September are the best, neither cold nor hot, with just the right amount of breeze blowing, refreshing.

Allen was pulled tightly by Draco to run, and the organized suit and wizard robe were a little messy.

When he finally reached the Quidditch pitch, he pulled Peacock's hand away and smoothed his clothes.

"Why are you so particular!" Draco's facial features were wrinkled together.

The members of the Slytherin Quidditch team came over and heard just such a sentence.

Merlin's lace suspenders!

The exquisiteness that makes Malfoy, who is famous for his exquisiteness, sigh...

The Quidditch members immediately looked up at Alan Gaoshan, and silently moved away from him.

Seeing that everyone was coming, Draco didn't say anything, and said, "Sit next to me in a while and watch my Quidditch skills!"

After speaking, the little peacock tugged at the neckline proudly.

Today, not even Weasley could disturb his good mood.

This guy who helped him enter the selection, he just bear with it!

Flint greeted Draco, hesitated for a moment, nodded to Allen, and said, "Go and change clothes, Malfoy! We'll start later."

Draco nodded vigorously, his little face tensed up nervously, and walked quickly into the changing room.

Soon—Alan never thought that Draco could change clothes so quickly—Little Peacock, wearing his training uniform, got out of the tent.

He straddled the broom, kicked the ground vigorously as soon as he heard the password, and soared into the sky.

There were seven brooms flying in the sky, and Allen sat on the stand, squinting his eyes to identify them carefully.

Flint stood motionless in the air, holding a magic recorder.

The remaining five threw balls from various directions, and Draco caught them.

There was almost an afterimage of the smallest green figure, and Alan felt sympathy for some flipping movements, and he became more determined to find the flying spell.

Flint watched as the data on the recorder continued to grow. Out of the hundred balls, Draco caught 91 of them.

Mind you, current Seeker Terrence Higgs had only caught eighty at the time of his selection.

Feeling excited, Flint opened the Quidditch box, held the Snitch in his hand, and yelled at Draco, "Malfoy, try it! Catch the Snitch!"

As soon as he let go, the Golden Snitch spread its wings and disappeared into the air in an instant.

At the same time, the hand pressed the timer.

Allen saw only a golden light flashing across, and there seemed to be only seven brooms left in the air.

Draco had a serious face, and his gray-blue eyes scanned the audience sharply.

At this meeting, he finally has the seriousness and bearing of a nobleman.

In less than 5 minutes, the smallest dark green figure was dispatched.

Draco shot up like an arrow off the string, and also like a pursuit missile with satellite navigation, following the Golden Snitch to fly quickly across the field.

Allen was a little dazzled, and finally decided to stare at Draco to exercise his dynamic vision.

After an unknown amount of time, Draco leaned forward suddenly, the speed of the broom slowed down, and he caught the Snitch!

The little peacock raised its arms excitedly, and the six brooms in the air gathered towards him.

Flint immediately stopped the chronograph, which showed nine minutes and fifty-three seconds.

He patted Draco on the shoulder happily, "Nice job, Malfoy! You're absolutely fantastic! Congratulations on joining the Slytherin Quidditch team!"

The seven brooms fell to the ground, and everyone jumped down in harmony, praising Draco.

When Draco saw Alan, his eyes lit up and he ran over with his head held high,

"Alan, did you see it just now! It took me just nine minutes and 53 seconds to catch the golden snitch! Do you know how powerful this is!"

"Yes, a record that has never been seen in the competition!" Allen nodded with a smile, "It seems that the dean's decision is very wise!"

A group of players looked at Allen, their smiles subsided a little, and they hesitated about their attitude towards him.

Flint seemed a bit awkward. He nodded curtly and said, "Oh, Cornwall, well, thank you for going to the Dean and finding us such a good Seeker!"

Allen smiled lightly, he knew what these little snakes were thinking.

It's nothing more than because of Malfoy's friendship, he doesn't dare to offend him, and because he is a pure Muggle, he doesn't want to get too close.

It doesn't matter, after this year, the whole Slytherin will no longer have such stupid ideas.

The blond crown prince had a perfect smile and said elegantly, "You are welcome. As a member of Slytherin, it is my duty to win honor for the academy."

Flint's complexion improved a lot, and the words of praise went smoothly, "I heard that you have given Slytherin a lot of points in class recently... Keep it up, Slytherin recognizes the strong!"

Allen leaned slightly and thanked him.

After Flint left, Draco touched Alan's arm and raised his eyebrows, "How is it? Malfoy's house is easy to use?"

Allen smiled helplessly, and gently touched it back, "Is it easy to use?"

Draco took the handkerchief he handed over to wipe his sweat, raised his chin and turned his head arrogantly, and left, "It's time to return the broom!"

Allen had no choice but to keep up, listening to him continue chattering,

"I want to write a letter to my dad! Ask him to buy me the latest Nimbus 2000! This time I will definitely hit Gryffindor!"