Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the Quidditch field was overcrowded.

Almost all the teachers and students of the school came here, and the place was crowded.The seats in the stands have been raised to almost mid-air, but it is still difficult to see the game at times.

Many students therefore brought binoculars.

Allen brought one too.

——He didn't want to test his eyes in such a bitter cold wind.

He saw prominent platinum-blonde hair on the board of trustees.

Lucius Malfoy was there too.

Expected.

The blond Crown Prince wore a Slytherin scarf and warm leather gloves, letting his golden hair hang out in the air.

Of course, the crown prince kept a warming spell by his side all the time in order to maintain his poise.

Allen's telescope moved to the side, confirming that Quirrell was here, saw Snape in front of him again, and retracted the telescope with peace of mind.

Slytherin began to distribute flags with dark green and white stripes to each little snake, and they released huge green fireworks with magic in a grand manner,

"Slytherin must win!"

"Glory to Slytherin!"

Sentences like this are played back and forth.

The little snakes who are generally well-off despise the lions——

Their banners are drawn on a single sheet.

Allen thinks that the cubs are very creative and good at using the resources at hand.

I saw that the bed sheet said Potter must win, and it also drew a big Gryffindor lion.

The paint on the banner shimmers in different colors.

Truly a combination of magic and value for money.

finally--

With the commentator's impassioned opening remarks, the players on both sides came out in high spirits.

Allen sat upright in the stands, surrounded by a warming spell.

Under the stage, fourteen brooms rose from the ground.

As the Quaffle takes off, the game begins!

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a Chaser that girl is, and she's pretty good looking -"

Lee Jordan began to explain, and he came up with such a sentence, which made Allen can't help but look sideways.

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan is a friend of the Weasley twins.He is serving as the commentator of the game under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall.

"She was really flying all the way up there, a beautiful pass. The ball went to Johnson, and --

"Oops, the Slytherins took the Quaffle!

"Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, got the Quaffle and galloped away - is he going to score?!

"--No!

"Gryffindor keeper Wood made a fine move and broke the ball, and now Gryffindor has the ball--

"The Quaffle was intercepted by the Slytherins—

"Drian Pusey sprints towards the goalposts! But he's knocked down by another Bludger - the Bludger gets knocked aside by one of the Weasley twins -

"Brilliantly done!

"Johnson got the Quaffle back again and the goalposts were in front!

"—Keeper Blake swooped in and he didn't stop! Gryffindor scored!"

The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed in the cold sky, mixed with the howls and groans of the Slytherins.

The little snakes paid close attention to the game situation, exclaiming or sighing as the game situation changed.

Even Allen, who didn't care about the game, was attracted a little attention by this biased commentary.

The sea-blue eyes restrained their anger and glanced at Jordan. Professor McGonagall's reprimands to Jordan from time to time could not calm down his anger, let alone the other little snakes.

The blond crown prince slightly lowered his eyes.

Gryffindor and Slytherin are indeed enemies.

Draco, who was in mid-air, was obviously also furious by the commentary, his gray-blue eyes were mixed with anger, searching for the golden snitch in the air.

Gryffindor scored the first goal.

Harry cheered happily, and then continued to look for the golden snitch.

He thought Draco's blond hair was too eye-catching, and several times he took that head for a Snitch!

Slightly distracted, he was almost hit by a Bludger, which one of the Weasley twins sent back to Flint.

However, Flint took out Gryffindor captain and goalkeeper Wood with a Bludger.

"Slytherin have the ball."

Li Qiaodan said weakly.

Slytherin cheered.

Allen held his forehead helplessly, feeling powerless for a while——

This is not a fair and friendly game at all!

"foul!"

cried the Gryffindors.

Mrs Hooch angrily reprimanded Flint before ordering Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the goalposts.

Li Qiaodan found this infuriating, no one can be impartial, so he shouted, "After that obvious and despicable cheating just now—"

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall growled.

"I mean, after that public and offensive foul just now—"

"Jordan, I remind you—"

"Okay, okay. The Quaffle was held by Arya, and she passed it away, and it was fine, and the game went on, Gryffindor still had the ball."

In the stands, Allen heard Dean Thomas of the Gryffindor team yelling loudly:

"Send him off, referee! Red card!"

Allen watched coldly, thinking that this was really a boring and funny game.

He would never have come here if it wasn't for the hearts of Anhari and Draco.

"Pusey the Chaser dodged two Bludgers with his head down, dodged the Weasley twins and Belle the Chaser, and headed to - wait a minute - is that the Snitch?"

Harry saw the Snitch!

With excitement in his heart, he swooped down and chased the golden streamer.

Yet Draco saw it too.

The two of them ran side by side towards the snitch—

The other golfers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering in the air and watching them.

Both Harry and Draco have two thousand halos and the same speed, and they fly forward side by side——

They stared closely at the little ball, flapping their wings, and flew ahead.

The lion and the snake looked at each other, then accelerated their speed suddenly——

But suddenly, something seems to go wrong with Harry's broomstick.

There was a sudden, horrific jerk on his broomstick that nearly sent him off.

Then, a certain savior suddenly disappeared from Draco's sight.

The platinum boy rushed forward and caught the golden snitch!

Lucius smiled reassuringly, then looked at Harry playfully.

Allen frowned and looked keenly at the teacher's seat.

Snape was staring closely at Harry, muttering something.

Quirrell, who was behind him, was also staring closely at Harry, covering his mouth with his hands folded, his body bowed low, as if frightened by the scene.

Allen frowned slightly, got up decisively and went to the teacher's seat.

On the other side, a brave and sharp little Gryffindor witch also walked over there with a cat.

The two met under the stands.

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to ask.

Hermione hurriedly said, "Your Highness, there is no time to explain!"

The little witch took out her wand, and set Snape's robe on fire under Allen's nose.

Alan:  …

He looked up and saw Quirrell knocked down through a gap in the wood.

Oh……

The effect of the wrong combination!

He looked at Hermione and smiled encouragingly at the confident little witch.

"Nice job, Hermione!"

The little witch smiled lightly and shrugged, "The game is over... Well, congratulations to Slytherin for winning!"

Allen laughed, and took out a box of chocolates from his pocket and handed it over, "The broom question should actually be applied for a rematch."

He looked towards the arena and sighed softly, "Maybe Draco will apply, but Slytherin will not allow it."

Hermione nodded openly,

"Yes, I know Draco is different from other Slytherins - I mean, as long as we know that, isn't it all right?"

Harry felt the same way.

He has always been tolerant of his friends.

The savior took two thousand light wheels, excitedly ran to the Slytherin school team, and said to Draco who was frowning and arguing,

"Draco, congratulations!"

The platinum peacock was a little cold, "Pote, I don't need your charity, this is not a victory I won by my own ability."

"Okay, Draco!"

Harry didn't care about what he said, he dragged him away and ran away, "His Royal Highness has prepared a celebration party for the two of us, and it's in the Response Room!"

The savior dragged the platinum young master all the way to the eighth floor, almost exhausting the young young master who hadn't exercised for a long time on the way.

Like a headless fly, with a kind of high excitement, he walked back and forth in front of the tapestry three times, dragging the reluctant little peacock inside.

The blond crown prince sat inside, and Hermione and Ron waved to them, next to the sumptuous dishes.

Allen chuckled, "Congratulations to the two youngest seekers in a century for their victory!

You live up to the nobility of the game and deserve such praise!

Our hearts have won! "

The blond crown prince held up the pumpkin juice, as if holding up his clothes and temples.