Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In the principal's office,

Under the gaze of the portraits of previous principals,

Obscure lore is in the air, but it seems like everyone here has it within their grasp.

In order to make Allen feel more relaxed, LeMay slowed down the speed of his explanation.

Yes, an 11-year-old is overwhelmed by information that is overwhelming, even if it is understood quickly.

Two old people and one child are happy here.

They discussed whether the theory of alchemy could be further refined, and tried to integrate it with Muggle science.

This is really too bold.

— The secrecy laws would not allow such a situation.

If the egotistical, weak, and incompetent Minister of Magic knew, it might even be possible to sue Dumbledore for misusing Muggle supplies.

Speaking of this...

Allen smiled lightly.

Dumbledore peeled off the candy wrapper and asked, "What did the little prince remember?"

Allen replied, "I promised Fred and George, oh, that's..."

"It's the twins of the Weasley family. They really left a deep impression on me—naughty little lions who are very talented in mischief."

Dumbledore continued.

Flamel echoed, "Maybe, Albus. But I can't believe the 'naughty' you said.

"In your opinion, as long as you don't demolish the castle, you are a good boy who is 'naughty'!"

Dumbledore ignored the old friend who made trouble, and continued, "So, do the two Mr. Weasleys have an agreement with Allen?"

Allen nodded slightly, "Yes, they asked me if they could find some Muggle products for Mr. Weasley—their father."

The Crown Prince smiled strangely,

"Speaking of which, this Mr. Weasley is the director of the 'Office for Misuse of Muggle Substances'."

Dumbledore shrugged, "Arthur's hobbies... he always liked them."

Allen nodded lightly, "Before, when I wrote to the king, I asked him to send a copy of the Muggle products...

It should be almost ready by noon today. "

Dumbledore sat up straight, "Oh, do we need to clear the field?"

Allen shook his head slightly, thinking,

"Maybe there are too many things. Father only has one owl. I need to send a few more owls."

Dumbledore leaned forward with interest,

"Oh, I dare say Arthur will be ecstatic! Come on, Nico, why don't you go back first? Alan and I went to the palace to see those Muggle products?"

Flamel slumped and stomped angrily.

"Dumbledore, you actually delayed the genius's study time for your own hobbies?"

Dumbledore is righteous,

"Oh, Nicol, I'm just going to the palace to help out with Muggle deliveries - you know, the King only has one owl!"

Flamel refused to accept, he patted the armrest of the chair angrily,

"Then you let the Hogwarts owl go! Great White Wizard Dumbledore, are you an owl?"

With a smile in his sea-blue eyes, he said slyly,

"Teacher, why not?"

The blond crown prince picked up the black teacup and looked at Dumbledore, "Which owl can shrink spells and disapparate?

"This is probably the 'owl' that won't attract the attention of the media!"

Flamel, who was still very angry just now, suddenly laughed. He was happy to satisfy his students' wishes.

"Oh, you're right, Alan."

The old naughty boy smiled and looked at his friend opposite,

"Oh, Dumbledore's Owl, go - bring joy to your lovely Order of the Phoenix!"

The old man on the opposite side didn't mind their teasing at all, instead he stroked his beard cheerfully,

"Then what are you waiting for, Nico, take Fox away quickly! Allen and I are leaving!"

Flamel slumped again.

He wanted to say something, but...

The flaming phoenix appeared under Dumbledore's call, a burst of flames passed by, and Flamel had disappeared in place.

The Santa Claus brand Lion King came out from behind the desk, stretched out his hand to Allen, and said,

"Little prince, are you ready to go?"

Allen pressed his full stomach and held the old man's arm hesitantly.