Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Christmas is coming.

One morning in mid-December, the little wizards woke up from their dreams and found that the school was covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.

Harry told Ellen with gusto that the Weasley twins had been punished for bewitching snowballs to chase Quirrell around and drop them on the back of his hood.

Allen couldn't help but sympathize with Quirrell.

No matter what, the person who could be favored by the Dark Lord was once the favorite of heaven, but now he was snowballed by a few students, and he had to pretend to be timid, and he couldn't even resist.

A few owls flew across the snowy and windy sky. Delivering mail in such weather undoubtedly experienced untold hardships. They had to recover their strength under Hagrid's care before they could continue to take off.

Everyone can't wait for the holiday.

Allen stayed in the principal's office all the time, and after being assessed by the teachers in turn, he obtained the qualification to go to the Ministry of Magic to release Zongsi.

The blond crown prince counted the days, hoping to return to Edward as soon as possible, and show the king what he had learned in the past six months.

In this cold weather, the lounges and auditoriums of various colleges were burning raging fires, even warmer than Spring and Autumn.

But the drafty hallways turned bitterly cold,

The window glass of the classroom was also rattled by the biting cold wind.

The little wizards have already asked Alan for batches of cold medicine.

Worst of all, Professor Snape's classes were held in the dungeons.

A cloud of white mist formed in front of them as soon as they breathed out, so they had to get as close as possible to their hot cauldron.

As soon as Allen entered the door, he saw a group of shivering lions and snakes, and they almost all shrank themselves into a small ball.

The blond crown prince laughed. He hooked his fingers lightly, and the warming spell immediately covered the entire classroom.

The little wizards quickly noticed the temperature change, cheered and took off their heavy gloves and scarves.

"The potions classroom is warming up!"

"This is really strange. Has anyone brought a thermostatic crystal ball in?"

The little wizards were chirping and discussing.

Someone with deep merit and fame moved forward steadily, and sat in the seat Draco had reserved long ago.

The platinum peacock complained,

"I haven't been able to find you for several days. Those who didn't know thought that the Muggle crown prince fell into the stomach of the troll."

He said to himself, "Slytherin has a Yule Ball every year, and this year it will be held at my house...will you come?"

Allen was taking a book out of his pocket, and asked, "Are all the Slytherins going?"

"Um……"

Draco was a little lacking in confidence, and he knew that Alan and the group of little snakes never got along.

"...My father also wants to ask you something, he told me to invite you."

After saying this, Draco frowned awkwardly,

"I don't mean that, I mean... Malfoy Manor is very beautiful, there are many magic items and so on, you have never seen it before."

Allen smiled softly, opened his notebook, and replied, "Of course I'm going."

He raised his eyes, his sea blue eyes were as bright as stars.

"——I want to see the life of the nobles in the wizarding world, huh? By the way, come to my castle next Christmas? I can show you Muggle weapons."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and cheered up when he heard the words, "Really? Muggle weapons! It's the boom you mentioned!"

The little peacock opened its arms exaggeratedly.

At this time, Harry and Ron also came in through the door.

They turned to Allen as a matter of course, and asked, "Why is the potions classroom so warm today?"

Allen didn't answer, but asked instead, "Harry, have you made your decision?"

Harry seemed hesitant.

Allen persuaded, "The Christmas Palace is at Sandringham Palace, and you have never been there. There is a new shooting range over there, and Mr. Smith will go there too."

Draco: ...

The sage crown prince is going to share his family private education lessons again?

Harry: ...

Does this mean that he also has to go to bed early and get up early on Christmas to study like crazy?

The savior immediately said firmly, "I want to stay at Hogwarts."

Alan:  …

Why did you suddenly make up your mind?

He nodded hesitantly, "Okay, Professor Dumbledore is also staying at school, you can go and play with him."

The well-behaved savior looked at Allen uncertainly.

...His Highness just said that he was "playing" with Professor Dumbledore, right?

Draco pursed his lips, "Who knows what that old bee thinks, doesn't he have a place to go? Why always stay at Hogwarts!"

Allen looked at him steadily.

Platinum Peacock felt guilty all of a sudden.

He still remembers the last time Allen stared at him like this, or did he say the word "Mudblood"...

Allen shook his head in admiration, "Draco, you are such a genius!"

Yes!

Why did he ignore it?

90.00% of the people in this world, their underlying knots come from their families!

Dumbledore is a "person" too, isn't he?

Having made new discoveries, Allen spent the entire Potions class reading "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", "Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century", "Major Discoveries of Modern Magic", and "Modern History of Magic".

Snape passed by him several times, endured and endured, and finally let the little prince go for the sake of the batch of Mortella rat juice.

When he arrived at the Hogwarts auditorium again, Allen didn't even bother to observe the costumes here.

He looked at Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the teacher's bench, as if he saw a lonely grave.

unimaginable...

His father was imprisoned for avenging his sister, and died in prison; his mother died at the beginning of graduation, and he was forced to give up his ideals to take care of the family; his younger sister died in childhood, and after that, he almost broke with his only relative, Aberforth...

What a pain.

Albus Dumbledore was no longer seen as a person.

He is just a monument.

It was as if fate had pushed him to such a position in order to make him great.

The auditorium looked beautiful and magnificent.

How loving Albus Dumbledore looks in his Santa costume against the Christmas flowers on the wall.

... quietly looking forward to the happiness of others.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly and smiled self-deprecatingly.

——The king and the crown prince, why not?