Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen was in a good mood after getting the contract theory from Salazar for nothing.

He suddenly realized,

Salazar is a "half dead" encyclopedia!

Or the kind that comes with a commentary!

Out of the consideration of making full use of all resources, Allen stuffed this portrait into the pocket of his coat, and regarded Snake Ancestor as his personal teacher.

Where will not ask where!

Salazar's brain is like a library in which everything from a thousand years ago is stored.

Although the snake ancestor lacks the new theory in the middle,

But his foresight and sagacity have already made him predict the future thousands of years ago.

With him, Allen was able to compare the magic theories and spellcasting methods before and after a thousand years, learn from each other's strengths, and improve himself.

Of course, the consequence of having a teacher with you is—

Allen was being tested all the time, checking his learning results.

Because of this, his spellcasting level can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds.

Professor Flitwick, who can still maintain a normal attitude, may find it difficult to maintain a normal mind after knowing Alan's progress.

Everything seems to be going in a good direction.

Except for alchemy...

Out of the inherent prudence of those in power to protect themselves, Allen would never refine alchemy equipment without the supervision of a teacher.

Like he would never go into a chemistry lab without a protective suit.

Therefore, his current research on alchemy has completely stopped at the theoretical level.

Starting from the signing of the contract,

The blond crown prince played out everything about the contact badge—

If you want to control the movement track of the holder, and have the communication function...

First of all, the magic power of the holder must be absorbed into it, and only the magic power of the initial contact person must be absorbed.

(You can refer to the golden snitch here. The snitch has physical memory and can remember the person who touched it with the body for the first time.)

Secondly, it is necessary to conclude a contract with the holder to completely "recognize the owner" of this badge.

In the end, they need to be linked with Alan's magic or holding badges...

At that time, Allen will become a communication base station, or in other words, the core of a local area network.

All badges here are closely linked.

Therefore, the command is accessible, secret and fast.

Wait, isn't this the Internet?

The blond crown prince seemed to have realized something, carefully thinking about the communication technology progress report submitted by the military before.

This new technology has enriched the previous single call mode, and added text message delivery function on this basis.

——It was this technology that he used to send text messages to Edward at King's Cross Station.

perhaps……

Can he use this technology as a basis for fusion with alchemy?

This subject is unprecedented.

Even Allen was a little confused for a while.

No...

You still need a teacher to guide you.

The crown prince's blond hair was slightly scattered, covering the sea-blue pupils.

He needs to do something to get the suspicious old man to recommend him to his "immortal" best friend.

That night,

Allen went to the eighth floor of the castle step by step.

He bent his eyes and said to the gargoyles, "Mango pudding!"

Dumbledore was already sitting behind the desk waiting for him.

Allen looked up, as if he saw a Santa Claus.

He gasped quietly—

Dumbledore was wearing a bright red robe with a white fur collar today, and he wore many Christmas ornaments on his chest, bulging them together.

He wears a nightcap with pompoms and stars.

The half-moon-shaped glasses are extremely transparent.

Perhaps it was Alan's psychological effect-he always felt that the glasses were flickering under the light.

With that long white beard and white hair...

Allen tried to take his eyes off the old man's white beard, which was tied with a red and green bow tie.

The old man with a white beard looked at him with a smile, and waved, "Oh, Alan, come here!"

The blond crown prince hesitated uncommonly.

He walked slowly and sat opposite the old man, and saw several kinds of puddings on the table.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh, little prince, do my clothes look good today?"

The old man raised his sleeves excitedly and looked at it, explaining,

"——I ordered this at Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, of course, for this year's Christmas!

"Like Santa Claus?"

Allen nodded with difficulty.

At that moment, the melancholy feeling he always had when facing the old man suddenly faded away, like a balloon that was punctured.

He tried to take a deep breath, out of breath,

"...are you going to wear it this Christmas?"

Dumbledore nodded interestedly, "How about on Christmas Day?"

Before Allen could reply, he hurriedly said,

"Oh no - maybe I should wear it to Christmas Eve dinner! So the kids will be expecting something from me stuffing their socks."

Allen was speechless for a moment.

He talked about him from left to right, "Why are you ordering Christmas clothes so early?"

The old man replied with childlike innocence, "Christmas! Always something to look forward to, isn't it?"

"It's just a pity that no one has put gifts in my socks since I graduated..."

Allen smiled and shook his head,

"Since I was born, no one has given me a gift like this."

Dumbledore paused slightly, sighed for a while,

"The identity of the crown prince, isn't it?"

Allen smiled slowly, very gently.

"Sir, perhaps you don't know much about the royal family.

"—we are everything from this title, and we will give back everything to the country.

"Although it can only be so, I never feel that it is a burden."

The blond crown prince looked gentle, "The direction of the human heart always follows where the treasure is. And my treasure is the whole country."

"I will protect her until death."

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone like tears.

He said softly, "Yes, Alan... yes, where the treasure is, where my heart is."

The old man's expression softened, "Come on, kid, let's start class!"