Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The little lions experienced a thrilling night, but arrived at the transformation class classroom on time the next day.

They flirted in class until they were given a wand by Professor McGonagall.

The content of this class is the same as the previous class.

Due to the general poverty of the wizarding world - so Alan thought - every teaching aid was put to good use.

Familiar matches were placed on the table, and the little wizards sighed and waved their wands.

Professor McGonagall beckoned to Allen, asking him to stand aside and help her take care of the little wizards.

But this stern witch is very good, she takes good care of the little wizards by herself.

Allen walked slowly in the classroom, slowly observing the qualifications of this group of young wizards.

Let's talk about Slytherin first-

Best of all are Draco and Blaise Zabini,

Then there was Theodore Knott, a boy of few words who seemed weary even in his incantations.

Pansy Parkinson's level of magic is surprisingly good, as for the others, it's a bit poor.

On the Gryffindor side, the savior's transformation speed is the best among all Gryffindors-he can already turn matches into wooden needles!

Next came Hermione and a tall, brown-haired boy who Alan remembered as Cormac McLaggen.

After all, after learning it once, the speed will always be faster.

Everyone else's level is mediocre.

Allen couldn't understand it. It was clear that it was enough to bring the magic power to cover the object. Why couldn't they do it?

Could it be that they can't find the magic path?

The blond crown prince watched McLaggen meditate, and a bold idea popped up in his mind——

Could he feel the magical path of these little wizards?

He closed his eyes, spread his feet apart, and meditated to calm himself down.

The magic factor in the air became clearer.

Like fireflies dotted with stars, floating in the dark night sky.

They range from light to dark, becoming clearer in the dark.

Allen tried to absorb them into his body, and the warm fireflies approached his body, but they were bounced away.

The blond crown prince opened his eyes suddenly, quickly pulled out his wand, and continuously cast the transformation technique on the last empty table.

Sofas, benches, wardrobes, watch cabinets...

The little wizards all stopped casting spells, staring dumbfounded at this proficient transfiguration technique.

This is the second time they feel crushed by the god of learning.

"bloody..."

The little lions were about to sigh when Professor McGonagall cast a curse on them.

The witch looked serious, and gently raised her finger to cover her lips, signaling them not to speak.

What a rare talent.

Professor McGonagall thought, skipping the guidance of the spell and feeling the magic factor...

This is something she barely touched when she was 20 years old.

Harry, Hermione and Ron got together and ran to Draco quietly, moving their lips silently——

[What is this doing? ]

Draco shook his head, staring at Allen closely, wondering what he was thinking.

The little snakes have complicated eyes.

For them, the better Allen was, the harder it was for them.

The seniors can explain their cold treatment of Alan by not getting along very often, but they have no such excuse.

Once the crown prince turns over old scores in the future, they will all have to be grinded.

Allen didn't know what these people were thinking.

In other words, he didn't notice other people's eyes at all.

He quickly consumed his magic power, completely immersed in his own world.

When he felt that he was almost exhausted, he closed his eyes again, and gently guided the firefly closer to him.

This time, as soon as the magic factor got close to him, it happily got into his body.

Allen carefully felt the flow of them in his body,

Perhaps it was because the high-frequency spellcasting was too mana-consuming, the fireflies almost converged into a galaxy and rushed towards him.

quickly,

The limbs, which were somewhat weak due to the consumption of magic power, quickly filled with strength, but it brought a feeling of soreness due to excess strength.

Allen frowned slightly.

If the body is compared to a container, and the magic power factor is compared to water, then now, his container can no longer hold any more.

The magic factors seemed a little dissatisfied, and the beating light suddenly rushed into his body.

Allen snorted, his eyelashes lifted "swipe--", and exhaled lightly.

His right hand holding the wand trembled slightly, his muscles were sore and weak, but he felt keenly——

His magic seems to have grown.

The blond crown prince looked at his wand in a daze, before looking up for his reliable teacher.

Professor McGonagall called him softly, "Mr. Cornwall?"

Allen blinked, "Yes, Professor."

"How do you feel now?"

The stern witch restrained her speaking speed, as if she was afraid of startling him.

Allen regained his composure completely, and replied, "My body is a little weak, my muscles are sore...but I feel that my magic power has increased.

"Professor, what's going on?"

He frowned and thought, "So, the high-frequency consumption of magic power can promote its growth?"

Professor McGonagall nodded in surprise, "Oh! Yes! Have you been able to inhale the magic factor into your body?"

Allen nodded slightly.

The witch happily patted him on the shoulder, "Oh, don't worry, Mr. Cornwall. It will always be a little uncomfortable to fill up most of the magic power in a short period of time!

"Sit by the side for a while, take a rest, and I'll get you some chocolate!"

Alan was pressed on the chair by her, and hurriedly replied, "Professor, I have brought..."

He took a handful of individually wrapped chocolate tarts from his coat pocket.

"Then eat quickly!"

Professor McGonagall couldn't control herself with joy, she even raised her heels and slightly tilted her body.

The little wizards stared blankly at them.

Hmm... That is to say, I clearly know every word, but I can't understand it together!