Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.

The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, which was cold and hard.

Every morning there is frost on the ground.

Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs window, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit-fur gloves, and huge beaver-fur boots, defrosting his broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

Quidditch season has begun.

Draco will be competing in his first competition on Saturday after nearly a month of training.

The seventh-grade senior had a problem and broke his leg and had to withdraw from the ball game.So, a certain little peacock is about to officially enter the battle as a Seeker.

The little peacock was very excited, and kept nagging about Quidditch in Alan's ear,

From Quidditch skills to several world-renowned teams, and to Slytherin's tactics this time.

His broom was the latest version of the Nimbus Two Thousand—a gift from Lucius for the ancestral manuscript.

Draco firmly believes that this broom has the blessing of the ancestors and will definitely protect him from victory.

The Platinum Peacock is full of confidence.

This time, he will definitely beat Harry Potter!

Alan had no passion for broomsticks, nor did he have much interest in Quidditch.

But he still listened carefully.

Draco was dancing, and Allen had to remind him of his etiquette as a nobleman several times.

This time it was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

If the Gryffindor team wins, their ranking in the Academy Cup will rise to No.2;

If the Slytherin team had won, their score would have surpassed No.2 Ravenclaw by a full [-] points!Then, they will be able to win the Academy Cup again!

This is a great honor!

By the morning of the match, everyone was chatting happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match.

Allen suppressed the excited Draco and ate the sandwich, watching Draco and Flint helplessly as they talked endlessly.

At the same time, he did not forget to pay attention to Harry who was opposite, and the savior also seemed to have no appetite.

But this look reveals something surprising.

He really didn't expect Snape to go to Harry's place specifically, and seemed to say something.

Look at his face...

Allen was helpless, and he was awkward and implicitly concerned.

He'd love to tell the teacher that Slytherin concern doesn't make sense to lions, they only understand plain kindness!

He said something to Draco, got up and went to the Gryffindor table.

The little muggle-born wizards of Gryffindor saw him sharply and greeted him warmly.

Allen responded one by one, walking towards Harry, "Harry?"

Hermione turned her head back seriously, and after seeing that it was Allen, she gave a big smile, "Your Highness!"

Allen nodded slightly, and said with concern, "I didn't have time to ask last time, didn't you get hurt by the troll?"

"No."

Hermione shook her head with bright eyes, "Your badge is very effective, and the troll's attack was stopped."

"That's good."

Seeing Ron looking at him, Allen nodded gently, then smiled and looked at the savior next to him who was nervous and hard to swallow,

"Harry, although today is your first Quidditch match, I believe you will achieve a good result.

—The talent for flying has always been in the blood of the Potter family, hasn't it? "

Harry couldn't help but smile a little.

A warm current gushed out of the savior's chest suddenly, adding endless courage.

This drove away the mortal tension.

Allen persuaded, "Eat more. It is said that the Quidditch game lasts for a long time, and you need to eat something to gain strength."

Harry nodded, he glanced at Hermione, seemed to hesitate to speak, but was stopped by Alan.

"Now, for Gryffindor, the Quidditch game is more important. If you have anything to say, you can tell me after the game.

I sincerely wish you success! "

The three little lions were a little taken aback.

Harry asked cautiously,

"If we win, won't His Highness be unhappy? After all, you belong to Slytherin."

Alan shook his head,

"On the field of competition, everyone depends on their ability, and everyone should do their best."

He handed Harry a piece of bread and took his leave with a smile.

Ron looked at his perfect back and sighed, "Alan is really nice!"

Hermione and Harry glanced at him, showing off,

"I told you already!"

Harry muttered something like "Must win", ate another slice of bread, and even added another glass of pumpkin juice, which reassured Hermione and Ron a lot.

This made Dumbledore, who had been paying attention to this side, relax, and he couldn't help showing a smile.

Allen is really a responsible crown prince!

Oh, our savior should be well taken care of.

The old man took a candy with peace of mind, hummed a little tune and peeled off the candy wrapper.