Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The rally was finally drawing to a close.

Under the organization of Valentine, Allen sat in an armchair, patiently answering questions from the little wizards.

These questions include the royal family rules, Alan's daily life, the truth of some strange rumors...

After all, the opportunity to get in close contact with the crown prince is really rare.

The little wizards are full of energy - even if most of them don't have a nap, they still don't feel the slightest fatigue.

Allen answered indulgently, satisfying their curiosity one by one.

Does His Majesty the King usually dine with you?

—Of course, this gentleman.We eat all three meals together.

Should the letters delivered to you be checked?

—Of course, my dear.Especially after the Hogwarts owls gave away my exact address.

The little wizards burst into laughter.

Has Your Majesty ever been to Diagon Alley?

——Yes, His Majesty the King has seen the magic world and is very interested in all kinds of magic books.

How did you suddenly become a school manager?

——Father is concerned about everyone's study and life in this other world, and is worried about everyone's situation.Therefore, ask Professor Dumbledore to mediate and become a school manager to gain a certain right to speak.

You have never been to school normally, what do you usually study?

——After I learned the basics at the age of nine, my father hired many professors of various disciplines to teach me.

Do you usually have any entertainment?

Allen, who had been answering fluently, suddenly fell silent. He thought about it for a long time, and said regretfully, "No, miss—if combat training counts."

After a question and an answer, it was time for dinner soon.

The Room of Requirement was transformed into a small Hogwarts Great Hall.

The little wizards surrounded Allen happily and asked Allen about his dining preferences.

"Although I am the crown prince of this country, I cannot in good conscience praise British food."

Amidst the laughter of the little wizards around, Allen laughed,

"However, the desserts at Hogwarts are very good, and the sweetness is just right. It's a pity that I don't know who the chef here is, otherwise I would have paid a lot of money to lure him to the palace to make desserts!"

Miss Sharp glanced at Valentine.

Sure enough, the Hufflepuff boy replied,

"It's a house elf, Your Highness! The food and clothes for the students are all prepared by the elves!"

Seeing Alan, he puffed up his chest indistinctly, his eyes wandering,

"The kitchen is right next to the Hufflepuff common room, you just have to scratch that pear on the hanging picture and a handle will appear—"

"That's the kitchen!"

A Hufflepuff snapped back.

Allen smiled gently at the man, noticing Valentine's slight annoyance, and said inadvertently, "Mr. Lister? Could you take me to the Hogwarts kitchen later, please?"

Valentine cheered at once, touched his flushed ears,

"Just call me Valentin, Your Highness—Happy to serve you!"

The banquet ended in a joyful atmosphere. Allen watched the little wizards go out one by one reluctantly, and looked back at the three standing behind him.

"Thank you very much for your help! Especially Miss Sharp's organizational structure-it has saved me a lot of trouble!"

Diana bowed slightly, her sea blue earrings swaying gently, "You are welcome, it is our honor to serve you!"

This Miss Sharp reminded, "Please remember the contact badge, it would be great if you can take it out before the selection next month!"

Allen sighed and nodded, "Yes, there is a magic contract, isn't it?"

The cold girl was taken aback, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Their highness has acknowledged their following!

Alger and Valentine couldn't restrain themselves, they bowed respectfully to caress their hearts, and said excitedly, "Your knight, I'm at your service!"

They left the Room of Requirement and parted on the eighth-floor landing.

Allen walked forward slowly, listening to Valentine nervously introducing the secret passages and rumors in Hogwarts, and participating in discussions from time to time.

Finally, they reached the Hogwarts kitchens.

Valentine scratched the green pear, and it turned into a doorknob.

Like a delicate carpenter's mechanism.Alan thought.

They pushed the door open, and were met by hundreds of green eyes the size of tennis balls.

Allen paused, leaned back unobtrusively, and realized that these were hundreds of house elves.

They have big, bat-like ears and a long, flat nose like Pinocchio in the story.

Almost all elves wear worn pillowcases, and a few own a sock or two.

Van Lundin greeted them skillfully, "Hello! Let me introduce you, this is our Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Hundreds of protruding green eyes blinked neatly, and the elves looked at Alan, and then screamed uncontrollably.

They scrambled to get closer to Alan——

Stopped, of course, by Valentine—

The voice asked in a shrill voice, "Honorable Mr. Wizard, do you need something?"

Allen sat on the small table and bench next to him, subconsciously showing a smile, "A cup of black tea, thank you."

The elves scrambled to prepare the black tea again, and then one by one they moved towards this side with cups in their hands.

"This is Assam black tea, Mr. Wizard..."

"Here, here! Here is Ceylon black tea!"

"This is Lapsang Souchong..."

"And Darjeeling black tea..."

"And Earl Grey mixed tea...Mr. Wizard, which one do you want?"

Dozens of brewed black tea cups were brought to Allen by the elves.

Allen retracted his legs silently to prevent burns.

He said to one of the elves, "Ceylon black tea, less sugar, thank you."

The big eyes of the little elf instantly filled with tears, "Oh! Oh! Thank you, Mr. Wizard, to Coco! You are so kind, Mr. Wizard!"

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and took the white bone china cup.

"Need more milk, sir?"

"Or lemons?"

"And sugar cubes!"

The house-elves were again enthusiastically stacking dishes on the little table.

Allen rejected them and asked, "Can I have a mango pudding?"

"Of course, sir!"

They are jumping up and down preparing dessert.

Valentin was a little embarrassed. He clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, "They always look like this, don't be surprised."

Allen smiled and shook his head, "It's okay."

He waved to an elf, and the elf immediately disappeared from its place and appeared beside him.

It bent down respectfully, and its long nose touched the ground, "Honorable Mr. Wizard, what are your orders?"

Allen narrowed his eyes, looked at where it was standing just now, and asked, "How did you come here suddenly? I remember that Hogwarts prohibits teleportation magic."

The elf flinched and replied, "Oh, sir. Bell just wanted to come over as soon as possible and carry out your orders—that's the gift of our house-elves."

Space spell?Bloodline talent?

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Can you do what I want you to do?"

Valentine gave Alan a strange look, not understanding why he asked this question.

Who comes to the kitchen not to eat?

The elf puffed out her chest proudly, "Yes!"

Allen smiled softly, he leaned slightly, his sea blue pupils were dark, and his dark gray suit was slightly creased, "Even if I ask you to go to Buckingham Palace, get me a suit?"

Bear flinched and stammered, "But...we can't leave Hogwarts..."

It suddenly covered its eyes and began to cry, beating its head constantly, "Ah! Bell is a bad elf! Bell can't complete Mr. Wizard's mission..."

This change stunned Allen for a moment, and he quickly raised his hand, "Stop...stop! Bell!"

He sat up straight, lowered his voice, and said solemnly, "I order you to stop!"

Bell sobbed and wiped his tears and snot on the pillowcase on his body, pursed his mouth and dared not make a sound.

"Let's make dessert!" said Valentine comfortingly.

Allen looked at the elf who turned his head and ran into the stove, and shook his head slightly.

The understated introduction to house-elves in History of Magic darkens abruptly.They have been enslaved for thousands of years and have not been treated well.

The keen vigilance of those in power suddenly emerged.

Allen narrowed his eyes——

In the long run, are wizards paying a price for the way they treat house-elves?

Just like the workers' uprising during the Industrial Revolution.

The house-elves scrambled to bring different kinds of mango pudding, piercing screams and chaos in the kitchen.

Valentine could not help frowning,

Just when he thought Allen was about to get angry, Allen calmly took a dessert from the elves, tasted it carefully, and praised their craftsmanship.

The blond crown prince looked at them very friendly and asked, "May I pack some desserts? You guys do a great job! Especially the puddings."

The house-elves were overjoyed.

They packed them happily, and stuffed Allen with various small biscuits and cakes, saying, "If you need anything, you can call us directly in the dormitory!"

Allen nodded gently, and put the kraft paper bag packed by the elves into his pocket.