Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This meal was a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, Lance was well-rounded and cooperated with Grindelwald in talking about food, so the atmosphere was not silenced.

It was not until late that Allen took Lance back to Windermere.

As expected, some documents that needed to be signed were delivered during the day.Allen read them one by one, signed them, and asked Lance to send them back to Buckingham Palace to Tris.

Thanks to their magic!

Lance thought so, took the file box, and exited the study.

Allen sat behind the desk and looked at the reception area in front of him. The light brightened the study and seemed to illuminate his eyes.

He stood up and walked slowly to the window, looking at the lush green trees under the light and the blue lake under the emerald green.

The next day, Allen was invited by the French Ministry of Magic to set out for France with Lance.

They use the portkey to arrive at Nico Flamel's former residence, where they meet Madame Maxime.

In front of him was a dusty living room, and the silver alchemy products that were still placed far away on the table had stopped functioning.

Sofa, dining table, Perenelle's threads...

All covered with dust.

As soon as he entered here, the memories that Allen had deliberately buried came flooding back.

He could almost see Flamel taking small steps by the dining table, and he could see Perenelle spinning silk threads and knitting the blue sweater for him...

But as soon as he was in a trance, those pictures disappeared before his eyes like a dreamy bubble.

Those bright and lively memories stopped abruptly, and only the dusty house confirmed the separation of time.

Allen looked through a glass window.

Lance followed suit and saw through the glass window a large banyan tree with a huge canopy, lush green color and a forest of single trees.

He looked at the blond crown prince and saw that the other person looked away without any trouble.

Allen stepped forward and the whole room was cleaned.

All the dust was like the dust of time, easily dispersed by his magic, revealing the bright and warm room of the past.

He sat down on the single sofa where he usually sat, leaned back on the chair, and gently closed his eyes.

Lance looked at him quietly and listened to him,

"There's tea in the upper cupboard in the kitchen, Lance, make me a cup of tea."

Lance responded softly, turned and entered the kitchen.

Amid the scent of tea, Allen waited for Mrs. Maxim.

The giantess knocked on the door hesitantly and said hello to Ellen, followed by a somewhat undisciplined employee of the French Ministry of Magic.

The employee greeted Allen warmly,

"Hello, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, welcome to France! I am Raphael Martin, chief secretary to the French Minister of Magic.

"The minister is already waiting for you in the office!"

He glanced at Lance, nodded and said, "Oh, this must be your knight commander? I have long admired him!"

Seeing him so relaxed, Mrs. Maxim also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, less than two months have passed since the semi-finals.

The scene of Allen killing Voldemort on the spot is still in the Daily Prophet. The newspaper has not yet yellowed, the lead has not faded, and of course people's memories have not been erased.

Even Furong subconsciously became vigilant in the third game.

What's more, these people didn't intend to take advantage of the situation.

She relaxed, looked at Allen lovingly and pityingly, and said hello.

Raphael Martin smiled, took out the necklace-shaped door key, and said, "If you don't mind?"

Allen didn't bother to worry about etiquette and simply grabbed the chain.

They quickly moved to the office of the French Minister of Magic.

The decoration here is mainly black and white, with some bright colors of red, yellow and blue interspersed of course.

——is a popular color in France in recent years.

Unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic here followed Muggle trends closely.

On the left side of the entrance is the long office table, and on the right is the sofa area for entertaining guests. Two officials are sitting on the sofa leisurely sipping coffee.

One has golden brown hair, light blue eyes, and a beard, and the other has black hair, and a pair of amber pupils.

Although they look different, they both look the same.

Allen could smell the different perfumes on the two of them, which were so strong that he choked.

When the two people saw Allen come in, they stood up to welcome him.

Raphael Martin stepped forward to introduce him, standing next to the blond-brown man, and said,

"Minister, this is Mr. Flamel's most outstanding student, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Your Highness, this is our minister - the other is our Auror Department Director."

Allen shook hands with them in turn.

The minister invited him to sit down, and Raphael brought him a cup of coffee.

Allen chatted with the French guys for a few words, mostly about scenes of Flamel.

He raised his eyelashes calmly, knowing that the two of them would not stop there obediently.

Sure enough, they tried,

"With all due respect, Your Highness - we know you, firstly, because you are a student of Mr. Flamel, and Mr. Flamel has provided us with a lot of help; secondly..."

The minister smiled and said, "It's because of the previous turmoil in the Triwizard Tournament."

He smiled in the aroma of coffee, quite casually.

"According to your Daily Prophet, you publicly killed the dark wizard who caused turmoil in Britain - I remember his name was Voldemort?"

Allen looked over with a half-smile, holding the coffee cup in his hand without drinking or putting it down.

He sighed with an unexplained smile, "It's a joke for you to expose our family's scandal."

"How dare you joke..."

The other party paused for a moment, frowned and asked, "Family scandal?"

Allen nodded, showing a hint of surprise at the right time, "Huh? Don't you know? Oh - maybe this news only circulates within the UK.

"Yes, I'm a little embarrassed to say it."

He smiled and said, "Speaking of relatives, Voldemort and I are quite related——

"The Slytherin bloodline from thousands of years ago has been passed down to this day. There is only one line left in the UK, the Gaunt family. And Voldemort is the only descendant of the Gaunt family."

The minister asked, "But, Your Highness, with all due respect - you were born as a Muggle, and your mother is rumored to be from the Grindelwald family, so you have nothing to do with Slytherin, right?"

"really."

Allen nodded, "It is true that I am not a direct bloodline of Slytherin, but if we trace our origins, Salazar Slytherin happened to have a sister, and that lady married an ancestor of the Grindelwald family."

The minister frowned and thought, "Huh? But since you have Slytherin blood and Parseltongue... I wonder if the lady who married to Germany inherited this special talent..."

Seeing that the topic was heading in the direction of discussing blood inheritance, the Auror Director couldn't help it anymore and cleared his throat heavily.

He smiled awkwardly and reminded,

"Your Highness, if you are really related to Voldemort, how could you bear to kill him with your own hands?"

The man smiled like he was watching a show and said jokingly, "Maybe it's because you Londoners are always a little ruthless? Is that what you say? Are you a political creature who is used to playing both sides?"

Political creature?

Allen sneered silently.

This sentence is really appropriate to describe him.

He maintained the decorum of a crown prince, put down his coffee cup coldly, and replied,

"If you really know something about Muggles, you should know that London has always been praised in France. And the king and the crown prince have never been political creatures!"

Allen restrained himself and showed the tolerance and gentleness that belonged to the crown prince, with subtle sarcasm in his steady voice.

"But you could also say -

"After all, the royal family will always make sacrifices for the stability of the country! From this aspect, we are very reliable. Maybe we can be called 'political creatures' because of this?"

The Auror Director opposite was a little embarrassed, but he apologized directly.

"If this makes you uncomfortable, I apologize for that!"

Naturally, Allen would not hold on to this point, so he nodded and let the topic go.

Secretary Raphael quickly said, "By the way, Minister, you said earlier that you wanted to take His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to visit the Ministry of Magic and experience the customs and customs here."

The minister picked up his coffee cup and responded, "Oh, yes, thank you Rafael!"

He looked at Allen and suggested, "Finish this cup of coffee?"