Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Sure enough, Harry signed on the detention list.

The savior showed no reluctance on his face, and said happily, "This will definitely be the best Christmas I've ever had!"

Ron also stayed at school.

He said with regret that his parents were going to Romania to visit his eldest brother Charlie who was studying dragons.

Allen smiled and nodded, and said, "Then you can just take this opportunity to find Nick Flamel!"

Find them something to do!

But don't run to the three-headed dog without watching it!

"Oh, Your Highness! You reminded me."

Hermione suddenly realized something, looked at the boys on the left and right and said,

"Harry! Ron! It's half an hour before dinner, we should go to the library."

"Oh...you're right."

Ron said, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.

The professor is using his wand to blow out strings of golden bubbles and hang them from the branches of a newly moved Christmas tree.

Allen bid farewell to the three and wished them the gifts they wanted for Christmas.

The little witch suddenly realized how powerful Alan was, and she asked, "Can you join us in finding Nicole Flamel?"

Allen looked regretful,

"Oh, dear Miss Granger. I'd be happy to help you here, but unfortunately I have an appointment with Professor Dumbledore."

Ron and Harry looked even more disappointed than Hermione.

——If Allen comes to help, they can be lazy!

The three little lions left obediently.

Allen walked out of the hall and walked towards the headmaster's office step by step, regretting that there was no elevator in Hogwarts.

——I don’t know if other school managers will accept the Muggle version of the elevator?

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "Huh? Are you ready?"

Allen showed a perfect smile, "Of course."

The old man came out from behind the table and led Alan towards the fireplace.

"Well, little prince. I know you don't like this, but you don't like Apparation even more, do you?"

He handed the silver plate containing Floo powder to Allen, watching the blond crown prince grab a handful slowly.

Flames sprang up in the fireplace.

Allen threw the Floo powder in, then walked in, saying clearly, "Ministry of Magic."

The world was spinning for a while, and countless fireplaces passed by his eyes, so that when he saw rows of fireplaces opposite him, Allen thought he was still in the passage.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "Oh, Alan. Welcome to the Ministry of Magic!"

The blond crown prince looked at the old man, seemed to have regained his senses, and stepped out of the fireplace with downcast eyes.

Here is a black passage made of black bricks, with rows of fireplaces on both sides, and the fireplace frames are all inlaid with gold carvings, which looks quite dignified.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

Strange way of transportation...

Allen thought.

He followed the old man forward, listened to Dumbledore's skillful introduction, and walked into the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

They stood at the end of a long, resplendent hall with a dark, polished wooden floor.

Allen was stunned——

Some of the designs of the Ministry of Magic are somewhat similar to the Nazis!

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols that move and change like a giant bulletin board high above the sky.

In the middle of the foyer is a circular water pool, and in the middle of the water pool is a group of pure gold statues.

A wizard holds his wand high and points it skyward, surrounded by a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

—The arrogance of wizards.

Allen narrowed his eyes secretly, trying his best to restrain himself from thinking about the status of ordinary people here.

His eyes flicked over the Magic as Power Monument and a huge portrait.

Allen wanted to know with his toes, it was definitely Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

Well, the blond crown prince probably has something wrong in his mind.

——This minister is very expert and reserved, and he is very good at dealing with such people.

What surprised Allen was that Evangeline Orpington (1849-1855) appeared in the column of the names of the ministers of the Ministry of Magic.

The woman was a close friend of Queen Victoria's but never told the Queen that she was a witch, let alone the Minister for Magic.

The sea-blue eyes were somewhat dim and hard to see.

He can confirm that Edward never knew about wizarding schools before, otherwise the owl should not have reacted in that way when it delivered the letter.

But since Queen Victoria had a witch friend...

Does Your Majesty really not know?

In other words, who moved his father's memory!