Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In one afternoon, the relationship between the three boys improved a lot.

Well, to be precise, we can communicate normally.

The savior had a deep understanding of Malfoy's inappropriateness.

Out of his trust in Allen, he firmly believed that Draco was just a poor child influenced by his family's reputation.

Ron kept his mouth shut and was glared several times by Hermione before reluctantly admitting his prejudice against Malfoy.

The cubs decided that they would never change, and Draco suddenly had the friendship of the trio.

This made Draco frown fiercely in the midst of it.

But the three little ones don't care, Slytherin...the brain circuit must be different from theirs!

They were chattering around Draco, asking this and that, and the annoying little peacock frowned.

Allen fell slowly behind them, listening to their discussion with both laughter and laughter.

Is your house really full of dark magic items? — This is Ron.

The little peacock retorted, "If that's the case, can I live to be this big?"

Do pure-blood families really have so many magic books? —This is Hermione.

The little peacock pursed his lips, "Of course, a Muggleborn who has never seen the world!" He boasted inadvertently, "That is the foundation we have accumulated for thousands of years! The foundation! Understand?"

There are only three of you in your family, and you live in such a big castle, do you not see each other every day? — or the red-haired Weasley.

Draco stomped his feet irritably, "There are so many people in the Weasley family, don't you all sleep on top of each other?"

Harry watched his friends fight and laughed happily.

He quietly retreated to Alan's side, and whispered, "Your Highness, I feel that Hagrid is hiding something from me..."

"You mean the Gringotts incident?"

Allen glanced at him sideways, "Obviously, Harry. But maybe this is something adults need to pay attention to, huh?"

Harry hesitated, but decided to tell Alan,

"Your Highness, in fact, when I went to Gringotts on my birthday, we not only took some Galleons I needed, but also went to the 713 Vault."

713 Vault...

Allen paused, "Isn't that the stolen vault?"

Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, Hagrid took out a dirty little package from it, no bigger than my palm..."

Allen smiled with some relief, "So, this small package is what the thief wants to steal?"

With his approval, Harry nodded happily.

The black-haired boy scratched his head and thought hard, "But the question is, what is in this little package?"

Allen smiled and didn't answer.

When he was about to reach the castle, he said, "Harry, forget about this first, go eat something, and then go back to rest early! There is a transfiguration class tomorrow morning!"

Harry's attention was suddenly drawn.

Yes, since he was late for the first class, Professor McGonagall put on a straight face every time he saw them.

He can't be late again, then Professor McGonagall will kill him!

He hesitated, "But that little package..."

Allen said briskly, "Remember how Holmes solved the case?—he always found enough clues.

"So, we just have to wait and wait for the thief to show his feet...don't we?"

Harry nodded emphatically, gave a big smile, and ran to his friends after being greeted by Ron.

Draco walked over slowly, snorted coldly, and muttered, "This afternoon is really bad..."

Allen didn't answer. He watched the three little lions turn a corner and completely disappeared from sight, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Draco, what did Harry say before I got to the cabin?"

The platinum boy coughed lightly with a half-smile, "Oh~ what a radiant crown prince, and what a brilliant promise he made to protect little Muggle-born wizards."

"no yet?"

Draco shook his head, frowned and said, "Then that half-giant started to praise loudly, saying that you, the Muggle Crown Prince, are very competent!

"Then the savior started to show off his study and life in your palace... Oh, Alan, you are such a saint!"

The little peacock was powerless, he had obviously stopped resisting the Muggle crown prince's saintly attributes - how could someone allow outsiders to live in his castle?Also completely shared the family private education class!

Allen thought about it, and smiled relaxedly, "Okay, I see."

He tilted his head to look at the little peacock, "Dear Master Malfoy, don't you want to have dinner?"