Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Nicolas is too fragile.

Both Allen and Dumbledore were worried that the other would run back and forth with the Portkey and eventually die on the road.

Even if Fox is extremely warm, it cannot offset the hardships of cross-border transfers.

So, the old principal happily invited the old friend to stay and stay in the principal's office for two days.

They agreed,

Every Sunday, Allen would arrive in France via the portkey and drop into the small house at 51 rue Montmorency.

Salazar was unhappy to find that his teaching time had been encroached on again.

Like tomorrow's Saturday,

This junior should have set up the underlying magic of the magic contract under his teaching.

For example, Sunday the day after tomorrow,

This Slytherin's only current bloodline should understand the underlying logic of black magic under the teachings of his ancestors.

it's good now,

It's all taken over by this damned skeleton!

And this skeleton is still chattering with his younger generation.

"Oh, Ellen! Muggle biotechnology is so interesting...

"Yes, yes. Looking at human cells... why don't we try it with goblin eyepieces?"

Flamel froze with a frown.

Yes, there is no way, due to the side effect of the Philosopher's Stone...

Well, it should be said that the limit of the number of human cell division.

The greatest alchemist in the world could no longer make a big expression.

but,

Both Dumbledore and Allen could feel the alchemist's happiness.

Finally, Dumbledore had to remind,

"Dear Nico, I know you're excited to meet such a student, yes..."

The old man put his palms together gently, and watched Alan amusedly drinking black tea to moisten his throat, and said,

"It's time for our little prince to rest too—you see, it's already nine o'clock!"

Flame's face drooped instantly.

"Oh... oh! I shouldn't have listened to your two-hour lecture."

The skinny alchemist held down the armrest of the chair and slowly got up.

Allen immediately put down the black tea cup and gently stopped the other party——

"Teacher, sit down, I will take my leave now."

Flamel had no choice but to sit down again, he looked at Alan reluctantly,

"Oh, boy. You must come to-morrow! Remember the time—yes, eight o'clock! Come here for breakfast!"

Allen obediently responded one by one, and then he was able to get away under Dumbledore's signal.

As soon as he left the principal's office, Salazar in his pocket jumped angrily in Alan's pocket.

The crown prince's robe feet were messed up by him.

Allen patted his pocket lightly, trying to restrain the speed of walking back.

If he walks too fast, the new alchemy teacher will find out...

The old urchin is sure to make a fuss.

Allen couldn't even imagine that scene.

Therefore, it is best to have your own ancestors.

——I don't want to be discovered by the teachers and students of Hogwarts, but I am very eager to teach myself.

There is only one hidden portrait.

Allen returned to the bedroom at a slow pace.

The platinum peacock's loveless face can be seen head-on.

The blond crown prince paused as he entered the door.

"What's wrong, Draco?"

The little peacock's tail drooped completely, and it looked dully upon hearing this.

"Alan, what is magic flow?"

Alan:  …

He asked with difficulty, "Can't you feel it?"

The blond crown prince reached out to feel the magical factors in the air, and confirmed that they were dancing around him happily.

"Draco, can you really not feel it?"

The platinum peacock threw the parchment roll on the table angrily.

"That doesn't fit my situation at all!

"I don't care, I need a month for this pile of homework!"

What else could Allen say, he could only nod helplessly.

"That's one month."

As soon as these words fell, the platinum peacock suddenly glowed like a plant that had obtained water.

He stood up slowly, straightened his collar in Malfoy style,

"Very well, Ellen—you know, we're only in first grade!"

Draco wrinkled his nose, "How do you say that - let the children release their nature!"

Allen smiled helplessly, "I remember this is what Professor Dumbledore said."

Malfoy's heir raised his eyebrows, begrudgingly, "Yes, sometimes, what the old bee says makes sense."

Alan ignored his duplicity, pulled the stool away, and asked casually, "Have you finished your Potions paper?"

The platinum peacock's tail feathers drooped again.

"Oh, Ellen, it's the weekend tomorrow—why mention such spoilers?"

Allen pretended to be helpless, "Because I have to go to the principal's office on weekends."

Draco nodded slowly, wondering, "But you just came back!"

Sea blue eyes looked at him quietly.

Platinum Peacock shut his mouth neatly, and then said, "You can do whatever you want!"

He beamed with joy, "I'm going to participate in Quidditch training tomorrow!"

Allen cast a silence spell and an ignore spell neatly, watched the little peacock immerse himself in his own world, and then took out Salazar.

Snake Ancestor crossed his arms in dissatisfaction and asked,

"When will my class start?"

Allen pursed his lips, and all the recent arrangements flashed through his mind.

Finally, the blond crown prince sighed, "What do you think of Monday to Friday from 8pm to 10pm?"

Salazar nodded in satisfaction and disappeared from the canvas.

Allen sat at his desk, not thinking about magic or Muggle lessons for the first time.

The crown prince, who has always been confident and calm, had some doubts about himself.

Maybe, maybe, maybe...

He is really not suitable to be a teacher.