Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The exchange between the blond crown prince and the cowardly professor lasted only a split second.

He quickly looked at the professors who were coming.

The moment he saw Harry, Snape's expression almost twisted for a moment.

He glanced quickly up and down at Harry, then at Weasley,

After confirming that the two stupid lions were not even dirty in their clothes and in good spirits, they looked away with gloomy faces.

He looked at Alan carefully again-Alan's hairstyle and clothes were messed up, which was rare.

After Snape looked around and confirmed that Allen was fine, he squatted down to check the troll on the ground.

Allen was a little surprised.

Although Snape didn't love him for 10 minutes, he could still be regarded as the other's half apprentice.

In this environment, the first thing the black robe professor saw was Harry?

Lily?

Allen lowered his eyes calmly, just in time to see the tattered and blood-stained corner of the black-robed professor.

Like being bitten by something.

The blond crown prince realized in an instant that Snape was Dumbledore's backup!

Then, Snape should be protecting Harry!

but……

Why doesn't he want the other party to know?

Wouldn't it be nice to let the other person know and then have a wonderful family?

This is really against the profit-seeking nature of Slytherin.

Just in time, Harry looked over his shoulder, gesturing to Snape's leg injury, his green eyes full of vigilance and suspicion.

Alan:  …

See, that's the price of not telling the truth.

Snape glanced at Professor McGonagall.

After all, he is a student of Gryffindor College, so he still has to give this former teacher face.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron and Harry.

(Harry had never seen her so angry.)

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Professor McGonagall was furious, and she added, "Potter and Weasley!"

Harry and Ron lowered their heads, listening to Professor McGonagall's cold and trembling reprimand,

"Fortunately, you were not killed by it. Why don't you stay in the dormitory honestly? Do you think you are Allen?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, said nothing, and lowered their heads.

——They have just seen Alan's ability.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall—they're looking for me."

"Miss Granger!"

All eyes turned to Hermione.

Allen said unhurriedly, "Professor, anyway, Harry and Ron left the team to find Hermione.

"That's how much they value their friendship and their courage, isn't it?"

Snape glared at Allen.

Allen immediately showed a cute smile-show weakness when it's time to show weakness!

Professor McGonagall glanced at Alan, "Alan, you speak too much for them, this is not a small mistake!"

She looked at the three lions of Gryffindor, "Five points each! Now, hurry back to the common room!"

She glanced at Allen, her tone softened,

"Alan, because you left the team without permission, Slytherin will deduct five points! But because you defeated the troll and saved your classmates, Slytherin will add [-] points!

"...Okay, let's go back to the lounge!"

Snape held Alan down, "Minerva, I'll take him back."

Quirrell twitched, dutifully playing a cowardly piece of shit.

Allen couldn't stand it anymore, and handed over a piece of chocolate.

Quirrell froze for a moment, took it with trembling hands, and stammered thanks.

Snape narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

"If it's all right, I'll send this little giant back to bed first."

He pressed Alan's shoulders and walked out, his pace was a little slow, as if to cooperate with Alan.

Only Allen knew that that hand was pressed hard on his shoulder.

The blond crown prince used someone as a crutch without saying a word.

He raised his eyes and said, "Professor, I have forgotten how to make Motra's juice, can you take me to the office to review it?"

Mortella Rat Juice...

A healing potion that works wonders on cuts and scrapes and relieves pain.

Snape relaxed a little, and glanced at Allen - this little troll is really too smart.

After a while, the black-robed professor changed his destination without saying a word.

Allen boiled enough Mortra rat juice for half a month in Snape's office, carefully portioned it in a small bottle, and stood up neatly to say goodbye.

After he left, Snape looked at the neatly arranged vials, snorted softly from his nasal cavity, his face softened a lot.

The prominent blonde hair headed for the Slytherin lounge.

Allen stood outside the door and read the password, "Glory."

Almost every year of Slytherin is in the cellar.

The little snakes were unexpectedly enthusiastic.

The senior students came over one after another, surrounded him, and asked him how he defeated the giant monster.

Clearly, they were trying to get closer with such a momentous event.

Allen took advantage of the opportunity to accept the favor.

He said modestly, "The troll's weakness is in the head, I just cast a spell on his head at the right time."

Everyone booed in good faith, knowing that the scene was definitely not that easy.

If they were a little jealous of Allen's strength and talent before, they can't think of anything now.

How many students were able to defeat the troll in first grade?

It's fine if you don't have weak legs!

Such a talent, I'm afraid even the mysterious person would be willing to bow down.

It just so happens that the other party has the perfect growth environment.

Even if you are new to the magic world, you can master magic so quickly!

Who would be foolish enough to make an enemy of such a man?

The little snakes looked at each other, their eyes glistening.

Theodore Nott sat beside Draco, looking at the Muggle Crown Prince who was so full of stars, he cherished words like gold,

"I wasn't very worried before, but now that I'm back, why don't I go?"

Draco snorted coldly, sipped the pumpkin juice in his hand,

"Nott, mind yourself!"

Theodore paled.

He was silent for a moment, leaving the equally radiant Master Malfoy.

Draco quietly watched the noise of people over there, and finally found the sight of a certain crown prince, put the cup in his hand on the table heavily, and turned back to the dormitory.

Allen paused, wondering what happened to the little peacock.

He continued to deal with Slytherin's senior year, and these arrogant pure-blood nobles seemed to have finally come to their senses, pulling him to introduce them one by one.

The female prefect who hadn't seen her for a long time also came, and she nodded rather coldly,

"Well done, Cornwall."

The blond crown prince also looked a little cold, and he said softly, "Thank you for the compliment."

Seeing that everyone wanted to say something more, he smiled and said, "I'm a little tired from dealing with giant monsters, everyone, let's have dinner, I'll take my leave first."

If Edward is here, or Harry who is good at observing words and expressions, Diana and Hermione who are keen-minded, they can all see Alan's indifference.

Relying on the dignity of the crown prince, no one will use condescending tone and words to him.

Although Edward was strict, he always reminded him and never really "reprimanded" him.

The praise from the little snakes just now did not make Alan feel the joy of being accepted.

On the contrary, it is tantamount to an insult.

Slytherin is a very special house.

The children here are either rich or expensive, so there is a kind of interest involved between them early on, and it is difficult to deliver friendship purely with sincerity.

Since the core of the senior Slytherins had quieted down, all the little snakes had shut up nonchalantly.

They watched the blond crown prince walk unhurriedly through them without saying a word.