Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The platinum peacock watched the blond crown prince getting busier day by day, feeling a sense of sympathy.

He said awkwardly, "Did the busy man forget that he also promised to teach a certain Malfoy!"

Allen laughed, "I've already made a homework list for you."

Draco paused, looked at him uncertainly, and repeated,

"Homework list?"

The crown prince, who lived in a high-pressure environment since he was a child, didn't feel any problem at all.

Allen nodded naturally, "I spent some time observing you, and now I have almost mastered your learning speed.

"—Don't worry, I won't assign homework beyond your ability."

Malfoy's heir followed him back to the dormitory suspiciously, and saw the blond crown prince take out a scroll of parchment.

sheep!Skin!Paper!roll!

Small peacock pupil earthquake.

He took it slowly, slowly, slowly tore off the sealing wax seal, shook slightly, and watched the parchment roll clattering to the ground.

Draco raised his arms high, staring blankly at the ten-inch strip of paper trailing on the floor.

The handwriting on it faintly seeped through the back of the paper.

faintly visible—

【Transformation class】

1. Understand the nature of deformation

2. Record the feeling of magic flow within a week

3. Analyze the way the wand directs the magic power to the object

……

Allen nodded slightly, "Fortunately, not many."

The little peacock raised his head abruptly, his lips twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

In other words, there are too many things I want to say, and I don't know which sentence to say first.

After a while, he finally squeezed out a question,

"How long is this homework?"

Allen looked at him suspiciously, "One week!"

The blond crown prince looked at the sluggish little peacock, tilted his head blankly, and explained,

"This is all formulated according to your level, and it is definitely not beyond the standard!

"—Well, except for those who need extracurricular development!"

Draco swallowed, "What if I can't finish?"

"Then continue next week."

Allen took the homework list from him, carefully rolled it up, and put it in his hand.

"However, there is a penalty for failing to complete!"

Draco looked at him in shock, then at the parchment in his hand, "Are you serious?"

Allen nodded, "Yes, but if you get up at seven in the morning, take half an hour of morning class, and arrange your time reasonably after dinner...

"—Of course, don't stay in bed on weekends!

"You have plenty of time to complete these tasks!"

The little peacock looked at him, "Did you forget that I still have homework?"

The blond Crown Prince looked at him. "Yes, so you're allowed to complete these tasks this week and next - ten full days, Draco!"

"Can I apply for half-month completion?"

Draco grimaced.

Alan pondered, "Well, you finish it seriously first, let me observe again."

Platinum Peacock regretted it immensely.

Why did he agree to this man to teach him?

How could this kind of person who easily crossed the learning stage understand his feelings? !

Allen patted him on the shoulder lightly, smiled and leisurely opened his desk and chair.

"Okay, if Master Malfoy has no doubts, I'm going to cast the Silencing Curse!"

Draco looked at him slowly, turning angry.

——This hands-off shopkeeper!

He said loudly, "You just ignore me like this?"

Allen stopped waving his wand and turned to look at him, "If you have any questions, just ask me at any time—are you going to start now?"

The blond crown prince glanced at the parchment in his hand.

Draco immediately hid the scroll behind his back, "I'm on the weekend! The weekend starts again! Let me take a break!"

Allen nodded without hesitation, "Next Sunday night, I'll check your completion—if you can't finish it..."

He was thinking, waved his hand lightly, "Just stand on your head!"

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, but he heard the other party say, "Stand upside down for an hour, and land in the middle, and the time will be recalculated."

Draco:! ! !

He wanted to say something, but it was too late.

With a flick of the frayed wand, the world of the blond crown prince fell silent.

Allen hung Salazar's portrait on the wall in front of him, and listened to the Defense Against the Dark Arts thousands of years ago in the elegant and solemn voice of the Snake Ancestor.

"Magic—most of it—is not black and white. Thousands of years ago, there was only forbidden magic and ordinary magic.

It can be said that apart from time and space magic, the three unforgivable curses, and soul magic, other magic can be used at will.

White magic can kill, black magic can remove curses..."

"It's a pity that later generations are always prejudiced, artificially dividing it into black and white magic, and collectively calling all offensive magic black magic, and shelving it.

"Of course, there's always something really nasty about this part of magic, so you need to learn how to spot them."

"And the corresponding Defense Against the Dark Arts mainly teaches students to identify dark magic and creatures, and learn to resist them."

Allen looked at him, "Only by understanding black magic can we defeat it. Shall we do some theoretical research on black magic?"

Salazar was extremely satisfied.

"Yes, I will teach you how to discern real malevolent magic, and I will teach you how to control your own mind.

"Learning these magics requires a firm mind, Allen, to find an anchor for yourself."

Allen chuckled, "Ancestor, I always know where my heart belongs."

Salazar laughed.

"Very good. Then, I will teach both black magic and defense in parallel. From now on, you will obediently accept my teaching every Thursday night and all day on weekends."

After all, that Quirrell was really bad.

Trash Professor!

Don't try to wear down the talent of his juniors!

"It's for you on Sunday, and there's a Muggleborn meeting on Saturday."

Allen was helpless, "I also have to learn alchemy as soon as possible, and then make a magic contract."

The boy squinted at Salazar,

"Ancestor...you are very knowledgeable, you must know the theoretical roots of magic contracts, right?"