Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Not long after Draco left, Alan just got off the low stool when he heard the doorbell ring softly.

A skinny boy with glasses and huge clothes that didn't fit shyly pushed the door in, seeming a little overwhelmed alone.

Seeing Alan's face, the boy suddenly exclaimed, "Prince Alan?!"

Allen's face froze, and he was a little annoyed that he forgot to cover his face when he went out.

He turned around, and the gentleman nodded politely at the boy, "Hello! Are you also going to Hogwarts?"

Seeing the boy nodding blankly, he asked again, "What's your name?"

The boy was a little cautious, with some excitement to see the prince himself,

Also shocked that the prince actually went to Hogwarts to study, he stammered, "I, my name is Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter?"

Before Allen could speak, Mrs. Malkin, who was arranging her robe, hurriedly came out from behind, "Harry Potter?"

She stepped forward to hold Harry's hand very excitedly, her eyes were amazed, eager and loving,

Also bring a little bit, how should I put it, people are scrambling for tickets to go to the National Zoo to watch the panda's adventure.

"Harry Potter!!! What an honor! You have no idea how much we appreciate you!"

Allen observed Mrs. Malkin's aggressive reaction, and nodded in understanding.

He and his father will have this battle every time they go on tour—it seems that this savior is worth a lot.

Harry was obviously not used to this attitude. Although he had experienced it in the Leaky Cauldron just now, Alan was beside him!

That's Prince Ellen!

The genius Prince Alan who grew up being praised and spoiled by the whole country since he was a child!

That was the only one that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia said was better than Dudley!

Ah no, the prince named him the Duke of Cornwall a few days ago, and now he can be called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is beside him!Ahhh!

Although he seemed to be well-known in the wizarding world for unknown reasons, Harry consciously believed that no matter how he was compared, he was inferior to Prince Allen.Prince Ellen is the idol of all children, okay!

It's too stressful to be rushed to shake hands in front of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, okay? !

Harry glanced at His Highness the Crown Prince very guiltyly, and found that His Highness the Crown Prince was just a little curious about the situation, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that the most embarrassing scene had passed, but who would have thought that Mrs. Mojin would simply abandon His Royal Highness the Crown Prince,

Holding a tape measure, he enthusiastically helped Harry measure the size, and picked out the fabric with great interest.

His face was burning hot, and he glanced awkwardly at Alan next to him.

Fortunately, Alan didn't seem to care at all. After adjusting the size of his clothes, he got off the footstool and sat elegantly in the waiting area on one side, waiting for Madam Malkin to measure Harry.

Harry, who finally persuaded Mrs. Malkin to go to the back to make clothes, was relieved, moved to Alan's side, blushed and apologized softly, "His Royal Highness, I'm sorry!"

Allen laughed, "Mr. Potter! I don't understand why you apologized?"

Harry was a little embarrassed, "The lady walked over you to shake my hand, didn't she offend you?"

Allen couldn't laugh or cry, in fact, he enjoyed the feeling that no one cared about his identity.

He smiled and shook his head, "Not at all, Mr. Potter! You don't need to apologize for this, and you don't need to worry at all!"

Harry relaxed before he dared to look at Allen openly.

The crown prince in front of him was wearing a meticulous white shirt and suit trousers, and his shiny leather shoes were spotless. His expression was gentle and tolerant, giving him a sense of security like an adult.

Harry looked at him, and his thoughts suddenly returned to the day when Allen was knighted——

That day, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were sitting around the TV, watching live TV.

Dudley occupied a single sofa by himself, kept stuffing biscuits into his mouth, leaned forward, and watched the luxury on TV with bright eyes.

"What's that? The one on the prince's chest?"

"Oh dear Dada," the thin woman with a slender neck smiled strangely, "that's Prince Ellen's Duke Medal! How shining!"

"Is Prince Ellen the official crown prince now?" Dudley asked vaguely, biting a biscuit.

"Oh, Dudley!" said the fat man next to the lady, picking up a small biscuit, blushing and dancing,

"You have to know that His Royal Highness Allen was originally the number one heir! It can be said that as long as he does not die, he will be the next king!

Oh no, Prince Ellen will be safe and healthy, God bless! "

[The following is His Majesty the King's speech! 】

The host's restrained and calm words came from the TV,

Aunt Petunia watched TV happily, wrinkled her nose suddenly, and shouted in the direction of the kitchen,

"Harry Potter! Watch out for the fire! Don't burn my biscuits! If you dare to make me miss the honoring ceremony of His Royal Highness Allen, be careful!"

"Be careful, boy!"

Uncle Vernon yelled gruffly to the kitchen.

Wearing baggy clothes that didn't fit well, Harry helped his glasses that were barely held together with tape, quietly rolled his eyes, and hurried into the kitchen.

After a while, he brought out a plate and put it on the table in the living room.

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, the cookies are baked..."

As the little boy said, his gaze had drifted to the TV. On the TV, the prince in brocade clothes was kneeling on the soft cushion with one knee, stroking his heart with his hands.

Harry raised his hands to support his round black glasses - the temples were wrapped with tape, and they always slipped down his nose, looking enviously at the crown prince on TV.

"For Prince Ellen's sake..." Uncle Vernon muttered, not paying attention to him.

The black top hat with long feathers was taken off, and the blond hair shone like the sun under the light,

Allen half-kneeled on the cushion, his eyes lowered, and let the king put on the Crown Prince's crown for him.

Dudley looked at the diadem on Alan's head, but Harry looked at the cushions under Alan's knees.

——Even if it is honoring the body, everyone will worry whether this short kneeling will make the prince uncomfortable.

On the TV, Allen held the king's hand and got up, standing on a high platform, wearing a shining crown, looking down at the subjects below.

"Oh!"

The family of three next to them exaggeratedly held their hearts, and looked at their expressions, as if they had won 500 million.

Harry inconspicuously wiped his eyes to hide the inexplicable tears, and watched enviously the father and son walking hand in hand on TV.

Soon it was halftime, and commercials were inserted on the TV.

As if Aunt Petunia suddenly remembered, she glared at Harry next to her,

"What are you doing here! Fry the bacon! Forgot about lunch time, you pompous brat...

I don’t know if we have to watch the TV today... It’s better not to learn a little from Prince Ellen..."

Harry turned around under the woman's mean chatter, looked at Dudley with disgust, and couldn't help retorting in his heart——

How could Prince Ellen cook lunch himself!

After that day, Aunt Petunia used Ellen as a prototype to mock him again, but he didn't blame Alan, after all, Ellen didn't know about such things.

Harry pursed his lips, and his eyes quickly fixed on Allen's eyes, "Your Highness, your eyes are really beautiful, even better than the official photos!"

Waiting is long and boring, not to mention that Alan is also interested in the boy who caused the commotion, and would be happy to chat with him,

"Your eyes are beautiful too, like the most beautiful emerald in my father's crown."

He was suddenly praised, and Harry was a little dizzy, at a loss and speechless.

Allen smiled gently, and said in a considerate manner, "Is it shocking to know that I am a little wizard?"

Harry nodded, and immediately opened up the chatterbox, babbling on from his discovery of the Hogwarts letter to his uncle's actions in hindering him,

From his uncle's house and his cousin's bullying to him, to the half-giant Hagrid picking him up to Diagon Alley...

Alan listened with a smile all the time, and comforted him with a sigh, "It's a lot of pressure to suddenly become a savior?"

Harry had a sore nose. In the past 11 years, no one had ever listened to him so carefully.

Not only that, but I'm not even a little impatient, I still listen to these little things and complain, and I still care so much about myself!

He thought he was hiding his eyes, rubbed his hands and said, "I seem to be very important here, but I don't know why... It makes me very uneasy..."

Allen looked at him, hesitated, and said, "Principal Dumbledore told me that because of a prophecy, the Dark Lord wanted to kill you, and your parents died to protect you..."

Harry's eyes widened, and he eagerly grabbed Alan's hand, expecting him to say a few more words.

Allen didn't reprimand the faux pas, and he never met his mother.

It can be said that on this issue, the two of them are sympathetic to each other.

He sincerely relayed Dumbledore's introduction to Harry, explaining, "Because of that accident, and because of you, the Dark Lord disappeared, and peace was restored to the wizarding world..."

"So, they are very grateful to you."

Harry remained silent, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears after a while.

——This time he couldn't hide it, big drops of tears covered his face all over again.

Allen handed over the handkerchief in silence, watching the thin boy wipe his face quickly.

Harry quickly adjusted his state and looked at Alan gratefully, "Your Highness, thank you for telling me this..."

Allen shook his head gently and smiled gently, "Don't worry, Mr. Potter. You will be going to Hogwarts soon. There is only such a magic school in the UK. There must be many people who know your parents there."

"Back then, you could ask them for some pictures of your parents..."

Those emerald eyes instantly lit up,

Harry cheered up. He grinned at Allen and nodded heavily, "You are right! Thank you so much, Your Highness!"

Allen smiled gently and patiently, "You're welcome, Mr. Potter! I'm glad to share some troubles with you."

Harry scratched his head, "If you don't mind, you can call me Harry!"

Allen paused, and found that his behavior out of responsibility and curiosity had already won the heart of the savior so easily.

He sighed a little, nodded gently, and changed his words politely, "Harry, do you still want to go back to your uncle's house to spend the days before school starts?"

Harry languished, and nodded.

Allen looked at him, intending to make the poor kid happy, and thought for a while, "Harry, which professor brought you to Diagon Alley?"

Harry raised his eyes in doubt, but still replied, "It's Hagrid! He's super big! By the way, who brought you here?"

"It's Principal Dumbledore." Allen smiled. "He's in the teahouse opposite now! Are you going to meet him later?"

"Can you?" Harry excited again.

He didn't forget that His Royal Highness Alan mentioned just now that it was the principal Dumbledore who said about his parents!

Before Allen could reply, he heard a knock on the window.

He looked up, and saw a half-giant as tall as a floor bent down to look at them.

He subconsciously pulled Harry behind him and looked at him warily.

Warmed by his movements, Harry pulled his sleeves with a smile, "Your Highness, this is Hagrid who brought me here!"

Allen looked at it, and sure enough, he saw the other party waved his hand in a friendly manner, holding a snow-white snow owl in his hand, and said happily, "Harry, happy birthday!"