Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen walked towards the benefit field step by step, watching the indifferent and arrogant little snakes stand up and salute one after another.

The venue of Malfoy Manor is extremely luxurious,

Countless lights poured down, not only like countless stars, but also illuminated the auditorium like daytime.

The little snakes who left Hogwarts returned to their respective heir identities, with rich clothes and colorful costumes. They surrounded the golden-haired crown prince in the center, and each bowed down to wait.

"Your Highness!"

Draco looked at Alan's figure, watched him nodding his head with a perfect smile, and walked towards the center surrounded by everyone.

Wherever he walked, countless nobles bowed their waists to salute.

Draco froze, as if seeing the king's coronation.

...the blond bastard!

Master Platinum curled his lips, relying on himself as the young master of the manor, he blatantly sat in the inner circle.

But he soon regretted it.

--so boring!

He listened expressionlessly to the greetings of the crowd, to most of the little snake's obscure metaphors, and occasionally to the clear words of a few idiots.

The platinum boy looked at Alan, who was at ease, and suddenly noticed the gap between the two.

... So, the words that Alan and his father said before are not nonsense?

Draco suddenly realized how much he had missed.

He groaned secretly, trying to keep Malfoy's [-]-degree smile.

—Is he a bit unqualified as a Malfoy?

Why didn't father and grandfather teach him?

The Platinum Peacock was so wronged, he raised his hand, his face was clearly unhappy.

Allen glanced sideways, and handed over a piece of chocolate.

He glanced at the time and got up straight.

All the little snakes got up after him, with some relieved smiles that the family mission was finally completed.

Gemma Farley nodded slightly, "It's almost nine o'clock, are you going back to the palace?"

Allen nodded, "Yes, Miss Farley. It's been a pleasure talking to all of you—the good times are always short, aren't they?"

Everyone showed a tacit smile.

As long as they can receive the Christmas gift from His Highness on Christmas Eve, everything will be settled!

Farley smiled, reached out and shook hands with Allen, "Looking forward to Slytherin after school starts."

Allen nodded with a smile, and shook it back with moderate strength——

He said, "Looking forward to us after school starts!"

The blond crown prince withdrew his hand, turned to Draco who was sitting there, and said with a smile,

"Draco, thank you for your thoughtful hospitality - don't be unhappy, why don't you look forward to the gift in two days' time?"

Draco snorted softly, stood up, and took him to the study on the second floor to say goodbye to Lucius.

They stepped up the stairs and turned into the corridor on the second floor.

Alan looked at the somewhat silent little peacock, and skillfully opened up the topic, "I heard that there is a large rose garden in Malfoy Manor...

"It's a pity that you came late today. You must come earlier next time to see the grand scene of the blend of roses and white peacocks."

Draco nodded slightly, he was silent, and suddenly said, "...I seem to understand."

"Ok?"

Allen stopped and turned to look at him.

The little peacock drooped its tail, lowered its head and said, "...I seem to understand why you said that I am not a qualified Malfoy."

The blond crown prince raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Draco was too simple, not like a Malfoy, let alone a Slytherin.

Apart from bad temper, there is nothing to criticize.

He kept thinking that maybe it wasn't until Voldemort was truly resurrected and caused serious damage to the Malfoy family that the little peacock could calm down and seriously consider the pros and cons...

Because of this, he would bypass Draco for many things and not let the other party get involved.

For example this time——

He would rather go to great lengths and ask Patriarch Malfoy to issue an invitation letter to talk directly to the difficult adults than to think about what he would do through this little peacock.

Allen once analyzed his own behavior.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did come to this conclusion——

He was envious of Draco.

Envious of the other party's ignorance, envious of the other party's being firmly protected under the wings of Lucius and Narcissa, wanton and arrogant.

I envy the other party's intact family, envy the generous family protection of the other party, envy the other party's ability to act like a baby to their parents unscrupulously, laugh and curse unscrupulously...

But now it seems that the little peacock has grown faster than he thought.

Allen took a step in his direction gently, turned his head slightly to look into those gray-blue eyes, and asked, "Why do you think so suddenly?"

Draco pushed him violently, with a blush of shame on his face, he said loudly,

"I will prove it to you! I will soon become a qualified Malfoy and create Malfoy's glory."

Unprepared, Allen was pushed back a few steps by that push, and hit the wall directly.

He looked at the determined Draco and suddenly smiled.

It wasn't the perfect smile of the crown prince. This smile was not gentle, but flamboyant.

It was a look that no Muggle had ever seen before.

There was some pain in the back that collided with the wall, and the pain quickly turned into a burning sensation, which was lightly dismissed by the blond crown prince.

He stood up straight and walked towards Draco step by step, like a demon from hell, breaking free from the shackles of the wall and coming out to lure the ignorant teenager.

The demon lowered his eyes and looked deeply into those pure gray-blue eyes.

He said softly, almost bewitching——

"Draco, it is the glory that created us!"

The blond crown prince smiled flamboyantly, and raised his hand to caress the other's cheek, "Be loyal to me, and I'll help you—become the real Malfoy!"

Draco almost shuddered at his touch.

The platinum peacock stands upright.

The keen intuition of the little animal frantically warned him, telling him that there was an unpredictable abyss in front of him.

But the temptation was so touching that he could hardly hold back.

Draco heard himself say, "Okay."

The dry and unfamiliar voice said, "I offer my loyalty to you."

He said, "My lord."

Allen hugged him with a chuckle, and whispered in his ear, "Welcome, my Master Malfoy."