Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen turned around and saluted Edward, "Please sit down, father, and wait for the son to return."

The two looked at each other, and Edward understood what Allen meant. If something went wrong in the magic world, the king and the crown prince couldn't both be involved.

Edward chuckled. He stepped down from the throne and touched Alan's head. "It's okay, there are many nobles in England."

...the throne will always be inherited.

I can't let my kids face those risks alone.

The meaning in these words made Dumbledore look sideways. The old man's eyes were rarely blank, and he didn't know what he thought of.

The king's eyes darkened slightly, but he said with a smile, "Father has never been to the magic world, so he should go and see it."

He patted Allen on the back and turned to Dumbledore, "Old sir, please excuse me."

Alan thought, there is probably no one luckier than him in this world—he has such a father.

Dumbledore wiped his eyes lightly, and sighed, "It's really enviable. Few people in the world can have such luck."

The old man stretched out his hand and nodded at the two, "Please hold on to my arm."

At the same time as the two of them grabbed it, there was a soft "puff" sound of flames bursting.

Allen felt as if he had been stuffed into some slender tube, and as if he had been swept into a hurricane, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he almost fell down. He held Edward's arm tightly with one hand and covered his mouth with the other to prevent unsightly spit in this inexplicable place.

Edward patted him on the back to let him adjust slowly, while observing here calmly.

He didn't expect that there really was such a wizard bar that he couldn't see.

It took a while for Allen to recover, let go of Edward's arm, and couldn't help but feel a little shy seeing his father as usual.

Dumbledore smiled and stood aside, talking to the boss.

"Oh, Alan! Apparition will be uncomfortable for the first time, but you will get used to it later." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Son, would you like a drink?" The sloppy boss asked Allen enthusiastically.

"Thank you very much, sir. But no need, I want to buy school supplies as soon as possible." Allen showed a slightly embarrassed smile, and rejected the gentleman's kindness.

He inadvertently glanced at the environment here, his face was normal, but his heart was a little unspeakable. Could it be that all wizards are poor?

Not even a decent entrance!

"Let's go, then! Good-bye, Tom!"

Dumbledore led the father and son to the patio behind the Leaky Cauldron and to a brick wall.

The old man took out his wand and tapped different bricks of the brick wall with a wonderful rhythm, and those bricks moved as if they were alive, making way for the three of them.

Dumbledore stretched out his arms and said playfully, "Your Majesty, Allen, welcome to Diagon Alley!"

"Our first stop, Gringotts - a bank run by goblins, is up front -

Gentlemen, you'll have to go to Gringotts and exchange for wizard coins before you can go shopping! "

They walked through the shops on both sides, avoiding the crowds, and the various products on both sides were dazzling.

Dumbledore seemed to enjoy being a tour guide, and he enthusiastically explained to Edward and Alan the different items in the store, sharing their histories and stories.

Allen listened with relish, unconsciously showing a little surprise, and asking questions from strange angles from time to time.

Dumbledore was amused by him and laughed, but he still answered him seriously.

It was obvious that Edward had firmly dominated the conversation before, but he didn't say a word when he entered Diagon Alley.

Allen understood that this was a test from his father, a test of whether he could enter the magic world independently.

So he took the initiative to take over the task of dealing with Dumbledore.

Well, he was definitely not attracted by the novelty of the wizarding world!

He quietly glanced at his father and king, and saw the man's face was calm and indifferent,

If he didn't know that his father was a purebred ordinary person, he would really have been deceived by his appearance.

The three of them arrived at Gringotts together, and Edward was obviously very interested in the operation mode of the wizard bank.

The first door was a gate of shining bronze, guarded by goblins in uniforms of scarlet and gold, bowing to them.

Allen tried his best not to look at the goblin.

The second door is silver, and the following words are engraved on the door:

Come in, stranger, but beware of what will happen to you if you are greedy, you will be punished blindly if you get something for nothing,

If you seek to take from our subterranean vaults a treasure that was never yours, you have been warned, O thief, that you will bring evil, not treasure.

Edward nodded appreciatively, and praised, "Correct concept." He was glanced at by a goblin with arrogance.

Side by side they passed through the second silver door into the spacious marble hall, where about a hundred or so goblins sat behind a long counter and scribbled entries in large ledgers.

Some of them use balances to weigh coins, and others use eyepieces to detect gems.

Dumbledore explained, "The goblin vaults are the safest places in the world - except for Hogwarts - and they have a dragon running the vaults.

On this high platform in the middle, Muggle currency can be exchanged for wizard coins, and you can even open a vault here. "

They walked to the high platform opposite, and before Edward pushed, Allen stepped forward and asked the goblin, "Hi, sir. I'm here to exchange wizard coins, and I hope to have a vault in Gringotts."

"Professor Dumbledore!" The goblin put down his pen and glanced at them, then greeted Dumbledore.

It skillfully introduced the wizard's coin system, and asked, "It costs [-] Galleons to open a vault, and the lower the vault is, the more expensive it is. How much do you plan to exchange?"

Alan evoked a perfect smile, "Excuse me, if you don't count the customer's storage, how much gold galleon inventory does Gringotts have now?"

The goblin straightened up from his seat, glanced at him, realized he was a Muggleborn, sat back in his seat, and replied slowly,

"50 Galleons, about 600 million in pounds. But! Muggles can only exchange a maximum of [-] Galleons in a year."

Allen frowned slowly, "Excuse me, how many Galleons do Hogwarts first-year students need in a year?"

The goblin was surprised at his question, and then remembered that he was just a Muggle, so he replied, "According to normal standards, one hundred Galleons is enough. A pure-blood family may use more than five hundred Galleons a year. "

Allen narrowed his eyes. At this time, he was very similar to Edward who was negotiating with Dumbledore.

He smiled lightly and was polite as a gentleman, "So, if you are a school manager, how many Galleons can you exchange for British pounds?"

The goblin took a deep look at him and replied, "There is no such precedent, and I have never heard of any school director in the wizarding world being involved with Muggles."

Allen sighed and nodded, "Okay, I understand. Then, please exchange fifty Galleons for me first."