Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next day, Draco made up his mind not to speak to the Muggleborn.

However, Malfoy's arrogance could not shake the crown prince who was always facing difficult nobles.

The blond crown prince was not affected by the atmosphere at all, he concentrated on his morning class, and then went out for breakfast at eight o'clock on time.

Draco couldn't help but feel a deep sense of frustration.

... Is this guy really ignoring people?It was as if he had done something wrong.

Allen sat at the dining table, and the plate in front of him was filled with food in an instant.

The house-elves put out lots of puddings and black tea for him with great enthusiasm, but their Mr. Wizard only ate some bread, fried eggs and milk.

They quickly discovered Mr. Wizard's breakfast preference, and cleverly removed these post-dinner desserts and served some mashed potatoes.

Allen tasted some for his face, and then walked to the principal's office.

It is really not a wise decision to climb the eighth floor just after eating.

Allen sighed, simply found an empty classroom, took out "Basic Theory of Alchemy" from his pocket, and read it.

After a while, he felt that part of the food in his stomach had been digested, and then set out for the principal's office again.

The Principal's Office is easy to find, it is located next to the Response Room.Allen, who had been here once, quickly discovered the gargoyle at the entrance.

He said to the stone beast, "Lemon Xuebao."

The two stone beasts jumped aside, and the wall behind them split in two, revealing a spiral staircase moving upwards slowly.

Interesting.

This is really magic, Alan thought.

He stepped on the spiral staircase, felt the slow kinetic energy, and commented,

Not as fast as an elevator.

He was pleased to find that Muggle power machines were more powerful when it came to spiral stairs.

The "elevator" stagnated, as if sensing Allen's thoughts, he had no choice but to walk up by himself.

This is a spacious, beautiful circular room.

In the very center of the room stood a table with slender legs, on which there were many strange silverware, which spun around, spewed out small puffs of smoke, and made some funny little noises.

On either side are huge, top-to-top bookshelves, upon which are lined countless magical books.

On the shelf next to it, the golden-red phoenix and the sorting hat are neighbors.

The wall behind them was covered with portraits, and Allen looked over and recognized that they were all former old principals.They are male and female, all snoring softly in their respective photo frames.

Allen came back to his senses and saw the white-bearded grandfather wearing a golden-red robe, slowly coming down the stairs.

Dumbledore smiled and sat in the chair behind the table, waved his wand, and an armchair tap-danced over and stopped in front of the table.

He said, "Alan, good morning."

Allen smiled and sat in the armchair, and replied, "Professor Dumbledore, good morning."

"Ah... have you had breakfast yet?" Dumbledore waved his wand, and all kinds of food appeared in front of him.

"It's been used, sir." Allen nodded, "You should know that I eat on time at eight o'clock in the morning."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, his long white hair hung behind him, like a lion king.

He waved his wand again, and this time a cup of black tea and a plate of refreshments were placed in front of the two of them.

The old man praised, "It's a very regular life. So, little prince, are you still used to it in the first week at Hogwarts?"

Allen put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Hogwarts is very good, there are not many classes, I am very relaxed. Of course, the magic books are very interesting."

Dumbledore giggled, "Oh, I know, Professor McGonagall praised your talent to me. Presumably for you, the first-year courses are really easy, right?"

"Maybe, we need to make life more fulfilling? Like making more friends?"

He meant something.

Allen shook his head, "You know, I never socialize with my peers."

"But you get along very well with Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore blinked. "I know that the royal family is very important to Muggles, so... why don't you make some Muggle-born friends?"

Allen leaned back lightly, without answering, and instead said, "I don't need a lot of entertainment, I'm not used to the ease of Hogwarts."

The old man's blue eyes looked at him quietly, as if he felt sorry for it.

It is obvious that the high-frequency activities of the royal family and the high-level teachers they have invited have taken their little prince out of the ordinary and leisurely daily life.

Or to put it more bluntly-

Allen couldn't fit into the lives of ordinary people.

As Professor Sprout puts it,

[Mr. Cornwall is a fast learner and precise in every way - he has taken care of the Mandrake seedlings while the other children are still disgusted with the dirt.

[However, I could sense that he wasn't into herbalism—once he finished his class assignment, he never touched the plants again. ]

[Although the other children are somewhat repulsive, they will soon play, but Mr. Cornwall...

[He only does what is necessary, as if it were his duty. ]

Dumbledore looked at Allen in front of him, and sighed softly, "Then, little prince, would you like to learn more?"