Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After that day, Allen didn't show any abnormality, and he didn't pay attention to the progress of the three-headed dog incident, and started studying wholeheartedly.

Professor Mao Mao is really sincere.

In the Transfiguration class, she passed on almost all her experience of feeling the magic factor to Allen.

[——Mr. Cornwall, don't be too greedy for the support of magic factors, they will swarm into your body.

But the current you cannot bear such a huge magic power.

You have to try to control the "switches" of the body, yes, we can use this analogy.

Before you can control the "switch" of the body, let the body recover the magic power naturally, and stop trying to absorb them...]

Allen obediently wrote down every entrustment, pretending not to notice the witch's vague observation and restraint.

Then, under the guidance of Professor Mao Mao, I will learn the transfiguration in the second grade.

This witch, known for her strictness, was shocked again.

Yes, although Allen said before that he can turn a teacup into a mouse...

The witch looked at Alan with a stiff face and clicked on the beetle, and the little bug turned into a golden button.

— still no incantation.

She glanced at it, and saw a delicate relief on it - the profile of a handsome man.

Professor Maomao was a little annoyed, "Yes, I should let you use bigger animals!"

She called her own owl over, and said apologetically, "Oh, Herman, please stand here—be aggrieved, oh! Be good!"

"Ellen, turn it into a goblet? Like this—"

Holding up her wand, the witch watched in surprise that Allen easily transformed the owl into a goblet with complicated shapes.

She was about to demonstrate to Allen.

After a while, the raised wand was slowly lowered.

Minerva McGonagall looked at Ellen as if she was looking at some monster.

"Oh, Alan... you don't need a spell?"

Allen shook his head slightly, "Actually, I know the spell, Professor. I have read the textbook a long time ago.

"And then—on the theory of silent spells—I can do it with the thoughts in my head, can't I?"

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest lightly, "Merlin! Alan, you're doing well!"

Excessive genius is kind of scary, isn't it?

The blond crown prince keenly sensed this, lowered his eyes and smiled.

The wizarding world is really conservative.

In the palace, when he displayed these talents, everyone was ecstatic.

A talented and good-looking crown prince is too suitable for publicity.

He will become another symbol of the royal family.

In private classes, he showed off his talent freely.

His teachers were ecstatic, explaining cutting-edge topics to him and discussing more possibilities.

Allen knew that the innocence of these teachers was the result of Edward and the royal family's painstaking screening.

But he couldn't help but make comparisons.

To the wizarding world...

Why has his talent become something that people fear?

Professor Flitwick is fine.

There hadn't been a practical class in the Charms class yet, so when Alan's wandless spellcasting was first revealed, Professor Flitwick fell off the pile of books in shock.

The professor of goblin blood was ecstatic about his genius.

Professor Flitwick was also very happy when Allen quickly cleared the spells of the three grades at an extremely fast speed.

He thoughtfully made a list of extracurricular books to be supplemented for the three grades, and asked Allen to study the theory in depth.

——It has to be said that he made the right decision.

Allen didn't know if the professor would change his mind in the future, fearing his learning speed.

Oh, God!

Why can't this group of wizards learn from his father!

Edward never thought about letting Allen study step by step.

The moment His Majesty the King discovered Alan's genius, he asked people to bring textbooks of all grades and asked his son to read them one by one.

It wasn't until Allen slowed down that teachers were hired based on where he stalled.

How wonderful!

Allen thought weakly and angrily.

This group of backward wizards will be finished sooner or later!

The most normal behavior turned out to be Snape on Monday!

After all, even if the comprehension ability is strong, potions have to be boiled one by one.

On Thursday night, Alan, who was finally free, ate dinner leisurely, and was finally free to deal with the savior.

"Your Highness!"

The savior silently squeezed in between Draco and Allen, and pushed the platinum peacock aside indistinctly, and then asked in Allen's funny eyes,

"Did Draco tell you about the three-headed dog?"

He lowered his voice and moved closer to Allen.

"Harry Potter!"

Draco let out a plosive sound.

Allen smiled and comforted, "Okay, Draco! Harry just came to me for an excuse."

The savior blushed.

Draco snorted lightly, "Oh, Pot! Why, do you regard Ellen as your mother?"

Harry's face flushed and turned white, "Shut up, Malfoy!"

Allen simply stuffed a macaron into each of their mouths.

The two stared at each other, silently biting dessert.

Harry slowed down and coughed in embarrassment, "Well, Your Highness... Aren't you curious about what's in that little bag?"

Allen shook his head, "Harry, maybe you don't understand this - silence is also a kind of fulfillment."

Draco raised his chin, "Slytherin's unique demeanor! Get it, Pot!"

Alan was helpless, reaching out and turning Harry's face away, "Harry! A secret can only be best protected when no one knows it.

"Don't risk letting this secret out, okay?"

Harry nodded half-understanding, watching Alan and Draco walk out of the auditorium door side by side.

"No one knows... But, no one knows, how to protect this secret?"

The savior scratched his head blankly.