Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Crabbe and Goyle are mystified.

——Malfoy stayed in the dormitory all the time and didn't come out all afternoon.

This is not common sense.

If it was normal, Malfoy, who had passed the selection for the Slytherin Quidditch school team, would have been sitting in the common room long ago, showing off to everyone!

It's just too quiet today.

Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini knocked on the door outside Malfoy's bedroom for a long time before Malfoy showed up.

His normally bloodless face turned even paler. Draco half-opened the bedroom door, staring at them with gray-blue eyes, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, Draco!" Pansy said worriedly, "W-do you want something to eat?"

Draco frowned, left a sentence of "don't bother me", and then slammed the door behind him with a bang.

Blaise sighed, "Ah, I really don't understand pity!"

He poked his head at Pansy, "Beautiful lady, why do you always have a hot face and a cold ass? How about being with me?"

Pansy kicked him, "Brace Zabini, if you want to flirt, don't give me your disgusting winks!"

She gave Blaise a savage look, and stormed downstairs.

Blaise's face turned cold, he glanced at Pansy's back, snorted lightly, and patted the footprints on his trousers, "Do you really think I can become Mrs Malfoy? You're just dreaming!"

When Allen stepped into the lounge, he happened to meet Pan Xi who was striding out.

The short-haired girl stopped, folded her arms and raised her chin.

She stared at Ellen as if she were looking at some bug,

"Cornwall, are you making Draco angry? He hasn't left the house all afternoon! He hasn't even eaten dinner! Even though he just passed the Quidditch team's assessment this morning!"

Allen smiled coldly, "Miss Parkinson, it seems that the matter between me and Draco has nothing to do with you?"

"So you did piss him off?" Pansy pulled his wand out of his robes.

Alan glanced at the wand pointing at him calmly, as if it was just a dead branch, and said indifferently, "I think you need to figure it out—he's the one who pissed me off!"

"Now, if you dare to point at me like that again, I'll break this twig!"

Pansy was shaking with anger, "You!"

"Excuse me!"

Allen cut off her voice and walked past her to the bedroom.

——He still has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't have time to play house with this pure-blooded nobleman.

Draco sat at the desk, looking sideways at the magic mirror.

Just because of a word, just because of a bunch of insignificant mud legs, the Muggle crown prince turned against him?

Allen was really smart, so smart that every word made him speechless.

"You can't be called a qualified Malfoy, let alone a qualified Slytherin!"

This sentence is too heavy.

It was so heavy that it almost broke the feathers of the white peacock.

Draco endured the grievance and broke the fifth quill today.

The platinum peacock took a deep breath and concentrated on copying the Slytherin rules for the tenth time.

A quiet room.

In such silence, the sound of the door opening was particularly noticeable.

The platinum peacock's ears sharply pricked up, but he stubbornly refused to turn his head to look.

Familiar footsteps came this way, and the small sound of clothes rubbing against each other came.

Draco bit his lip, determined to give the annoying Muggle a good look.

Allen took out the brown paper bag full of desserts, took off his wizard robe and suit jacket, and walked towards Draco with the dessert bag.

The ears of a certain little peacock stood up, but the quill, which had been stagnant for a long time, began to slide again.

Not much has changed...

Allen thought.

Well, there are still.Isn't this a serious copy of the Slytherin rules?

Allen chuckled, put the dessert bag on Little Peacock's desk, and asked, "Why don't you have dinner?"

The quill stopped, and the feathers at the bottom were pinched and curled.

"Dessert, just make do with it..."

The words behind him disappeared, and Allen quickly turned to one side, avoiding the paper bag thrown by the little peacock.

Draco looked at him angrily, his chest heaved violently, and he paused, "What do you mean?"

Allen frowned slightly, looked at the pudding rolled out of the paper bag with regret, took out his wand, picked them up, and threw them into the trash can.

Only then did he turn to Draco, his tone was flat, "Okay, honorable Master Malfoy. Now you can only be hungry."

"what?"

The anger that Draco had finally vented stagnated, and when he realized what the bastard said, his lips trembled, and he didn't know how to reply.

Allen's expression calmed down, and he laughed all afternoon, and he was also tired.

"I hope your copy of the Slytherin rules will be helpful."

Draco immediately covered the brown paper on the table, but he soon realized the stupidity of this behavior, and his ears were red and bleeding.

He tried to maintain his aristocratic demeanor—

Merlin's beard!He absolutely didn't want the Muggleborn to think he was a bad Malfoy again.

However, Allen stopped talking to him.

The blond crown prince sat at the desk and spread out the book.

Draco huffed, "Alan Cornish! What do you mean!"

Allen frowned, picked up his wand and waved it, the surroundings fell silent for a moment, and his brows relaxed.

—You know, he has long wanted to do this.

At present, his priority is to study a simple and effective magic contract while ensuring the learning of all subjects, and to have a general understanding of alchemy, and then choose a reliable alchemy master to make a contact badge.

Ask Salazar about the theory of magical contracts, and alchemy...

Allen thought, since the principal paid so much attention to him, he must be willing to ask that Nicole Flamel to give him some help.

Draco was calling him tired, and the people in front of him didn't respond.

There is nothing I don't understand!

This Muggleborn, cast a Silencing Charm!

Draco was too angry to speak, he was hungry and aggrieved, he simply picked up his robe, slammed the door angrily and left.

The blond crown prince thought intently about the timing.

The loud sound of the little peacock slamming the door was blocked by the silencing spell, which did not attract his attention at all.

He waved his wand again, cast an ignore spell, then walked to the bed covered by dark green silk curtains, and pulled back the curtain at the head of the bed.

The handsome and charming Snake Ancestor looked at this junior expressionlessly, and listened to him,

"Ancestor, after seeing the principal tomorrow, I'm sure you'll receive small class arrangements from the teachers of various subjects. At that time, you can arrange the time for your magic class."

Salazar's face was calm, and he snorted lightly when he heard the words, "Those juniors? How can my lessons be true? You child is chasing after the basics, and you will regret it sooner or later."

Allen smiled lightly, "You are the one who is so tolerant, and the juniors dare to do so. After all, you don't want to be discovered by that principal, do you?"

Snake Ancestor twitched the corner of his mouth, refused to answer, and asked, "How are you getting along with your Muggles today?"

"Pretty good!"

Allen smiled, obviously not intending to say much, he smiled, "I still have to go to the library, you go to bed early?"

Salazar sneered, "What are you going to investigate?"

"You should believe in the blood of Silvia's ancestors." Allen smiled, and then drew the curtain neatly.

When he arrived at the library, Mrs. Pince stared at him coldly, as if she was afraid that he was a little monster who didn't care about books.

"There is still an hour to close the museum."

Alan didn't seem to hear the implication, and smiled obediently,

"Okay, Ma'am! I'm looking for books on elementary alchemy, can you give me some pointers?—I promise, they won't have a single corner broken when they come back!"

Mrs. Pince looked at him as if to check whether he was telling the truth.

She observed the boy, saw the bookish and noble look on his body, reluctantly nodded, believed his promise, and said,

"Count the No. 13 shelf from the left, and the second row from bottom to top—the books on alchemy are all there."

Allen gave a gentle salutation, followed her guidance to find the relevant books, and then borrowed all the basic theories under Mrs. Pince's stare.

——If you don't show some enthusiasm for learning, how can you attract Dumbledore's attention?