Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore on the other side seemed to fall into a sugar pile while the king and son held a small inquiry.

The old butler tried hard to maintain his facial expression.

——In the warehouse about the size of a playground, all kinds of daily necessities of ordinary people are sorted into categories and are properly packed into expensive suitcases.

At this moment, all the packed suitcases are opened again and lined up in two rows for this old man with a childlike heart to visit.

The headmaster of Hogwarts stood in front of the box of bathroom supplies for a long time, and silently pinched away a little yellow duck.

The headmaster was wearing a bright red suede wizard robe, and was skating on a skateboard...

Or look at a large pile of repair tools and sigh, and walk away without interest.

Finally stopped at the women's products and put on a furry cat ear barrette for myself.

Volker Furlong: ...

No matter how old he is, won't he become like this?

The old housekeeper's expression froze, no!Absolutely not!That group of media will definitely flock to him, and he will lose face as an elite butler all his life!

Finally, the old headmaster had had enough of visiting.

He looked at Fran with a smile, and asked, "Mr. Steward, can I take these things away? - Yes, I'm here to carry these things!"

Fran bowed slightly, "Guest, please allow me to check with His Highness?"

"Please."

Dumbledore nodded, took the little yellow duck in his hand again, and gently pressed it.

Soon, Fran confirmed, and bowed to ask Dumbledore to do whatever he wanted.

then,

Witnessed by a purebred Muggle, the headmaster of Hogwarts reveals the wonders of magic.

The huge ten boxes easily became the size of a palm, and were easily put into the pocket by the old headmaster.

With deep eyebrows and a motionless expression, Fran calmly led Dumbledore back to the king's study.

Coincidentally, the discussions between Edward and Allen were also completed, and Allen even recorded a few greeting videos for the media to use.

As soon as the old Headmaster arrived, the blond Crown Prince bid farewell to the King again, and Apparated to the Weasleys' wonderful family.

They landed next to a shabby garage surrounded by a small yard.

Allen looked at the house calmly, unconsciously revealing a trace of strangeness.

It used to be what seemed to be a big stone pigsty, and rooms were added here and there, up to the height of several stories, crooked as if put together by magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house, and a sign that reads "The Burrow" is placed obliquely in front of the house.

Beside the gate lay some high-top boots, and a rusty cauldron.

A few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

A little red-haired girl was squatting in the yard catching goblins with her pant legs rolled up.

The sudden appearance of the old man and the boy startled her, but she soon recognized Dumbledore with the white beard.

Dumbledore was obviously very familiar with the Weasley family, he asked familiarly,

"Oh, it's little Ginny, good afternoon. Where's your father Arthur?"

Ginny pointed to the backyard and said, "I'm transforming that Muggle car!"

Dumbledore smiled, "Good boy, can you take us to him?"

The girl glanced at Allen and nodded. She threw the goblin far away, and then led the two of them to Mr. Weasley's "research institute".

The girl looked at Alan curiously - he looked out of place here.

Shiny leather shoes, neat and expensive clothes, meticulous hair...

He looked like a nasty Malfoy, but his expression was very gentle, and he smiled softly when he saw her.

Ginny was relieved, then looked at Allen, and asked, "Who are you?"

Allen nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Alan Cornwall, a first-year student at Hogwarts."

Ginny asked eagerly, "So... do you know Harry Potter? He was in your class, didn't he?"

Allen also showed a slight smile, and replied, "He! I know him, we are very good friends-you like him, don't you?"

Ginny's face was as red as her hair.

Allen said with a gentle smirk, "Oh, Miss Weasley, you can write him a letter, and I promise to give it to him!"

Ginny stood on tiptoe, her eyes lit up, "Really? I'll write right away!"

The girl seemed to want to run away immediately, but patiently led them to Mr. Weasley, and then ran quickly back to the house.

"Arthur?"

Dumbledore knocked lightly on the door.

"Oh, Molly! Let me look again, and I'll figure it out right away."

Mr. Weasley's whole body almost got under the car, and the voice came muffled.

After a while, as if he didn't dare to disobey his wife, he quickly slid out from under the car.

Arthur Weasley has his signature red hair, a patched gray hat and tattered wizard robes.

Now, as soon as he got up from the ground, still covered in dust, he watched Dumbledore open his hand enthusiastically,

"Oh, Albus! Why are you here!"

He looked at Alan next to him, "Oh, who is this kid?"

Dumbledore pushed Alan forward with a smile, and the clean crown prince accepted a dirty but warm hug.

The old man said, "This is Ellen Cornwall, the Muggle Crown Prince.

"Before the twins told Ellen that you like Muggle products, so the little prince prepared some gifts for you."

Allen coughed in a low voice, choked by the dust, and looked at Dumbledore helplessly.

"Oh...oh!" Arthur covered his face angrily, "These two children! How could this be?"

Allen had to say, "No, sir. They didn't ask for presents—

"It's because I like their prank candies very much, and I heard that you are also good at Muggle products, so I want to provide you with some convenience.

"Of course, it would be great if you could give me a copy of what you have researched!"

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that those two children were really like this-they were so naughty!

He immediately became excited, gearing up and saying,

"What about... Muggle products? Albus?"

Dumbledore did not disappoint him. With a wave of his wand, ten beautiful and exquisite boxes were arranged in front of Arthur one by one.

Soon, the enthusiastic Mr. Weasley was running wild.

He squatted on the ground, and finally sat on the ground, "Oh, bathroom supplies, little yellow duck? Why are there ducks in the bathroom?"

Allen silently pointed to the small book clipped on the lid of the box, "Mr. Weasley, those are the instructions for all the supplies."

"Oh! This is great!"

Mr. Weasley cheered.

"Arthur!"

Mrs. Weasley walked quickly from the other side of the yard. She was a plump lady with a kind face and kind eyes, but now she looked like a big tiger.

"Arthur Weasley! Put down that Muggle car of yours and see..."

"Oh, Dumbledore!"

Seeing the old man with a white beard, she warmly reached out and hugged him, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello, child!" She hugged Alan again, turned to look at Dumbledore and asked,

"—are Fred and George in trouble?"

"Of course not, ma'am!"

Dumbledore chuckled. "The two Mr. Weasleys are very lively and very creative - that's nice, isn't it?"

The warmth and tolerance of the female elders made Allen almost forget to hide.

Dumbledore explained Mr. Weasley's Muggle products with a smile, and introduced Alan to her.

Mrs. Weasley covered her heart and hugged Alan again,

"Oh, what sweet, well-behaved children—I don't know how much I'd be saved if Fred and George were anything like you!"

The lady cordially invited them to stay for dinner.

Allen looked at Dumbledore as if asking for help.

Let's go!

Back to Hogwarts!

Dumbledore didn't seem to see Alan's request for help, so he responded with a smile.

So, while the blond crown prince answered Mr. Weasley's piles of questions, he also dealt with Mrs. Weasley's non-stop extra meals.

In the end, with a bulging stomach and a hand-knitted Mrs. Weasley scarf, he firmly rejected Dumbledore's suggestion of Apparating.

"You can use Floo powder, boy!"

Mrs. Molly suggested enthusiastically, and gave Dumbledore a look, "Oh, Albus! Alan is still young, don't always take him to apparate!"

The lady enthusiastically taught Allen how to use Floo powder.

Allen blinked, grabbed a handful of Floo powder hesitantly, and looked at Dumbledore.

The old principal blinked mischievously, "Don't worry, Alan! If you get lost, I will find you!"

Allen laughed, but he did feel a little relieved.

He bowed his head slightly, sprinkled Floo powder into the rekindled fireplace, then stepped in, calling out precisely and clearly,

"Hogwarts!"

A burst of green flames swirled, and Alan's full stomach was still a little uncomfortable.

He quickly stabilized his body, looked up, and saw Fox on the elevated shelf in the principal's office.

Allen thought angrily, why couldn't he summon Fox!

Pulling the phoenix is ​​more decent and clean than throwing a handful of dust!

—Damn Dumbledore!