Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

To Allen's surprise, the little snakes didn't change their attitude-they still complimented him, albeit with a little restraint.

How does he know what the pure blood nobles think?

This group of shrewd and stupid nobles finally resolutely implemented a policy——

Follow Malfoy!

This is a weed that lasts for a thousand years!

Soon, everything at Hogwarts was running as usual.

On the first day of school, Allen went to find Professor Flitwick and took him to practice dueling.

The professor was very happy at first, and happily jumped into the duel field with him.

first day……

the next day……

Day three...

By the fourth day, Professor Flitwick couldn't take it anymore.

——Why is Allen's magic power growing so fast!He was already unable to beat this kid!

——Besides, he still has a lot of homework to correct!

Losing a training object, Allen had to go to the Response Room with Salazar to train with a more rigid Iron Man.

He quickly squeezed the magic power, and mobilized the magic power factor to pour into his body, causing the magic power to surge up, making him dizzy and weak, unable to support himself.

Allen supported the floor weakly, his arms were trembling, but he still managed to maintain his crown prince image.

Salazar floated down, folded his arms and frowned, "It's almost enough, so frequently squeeze the magic power, be careful not to trigger a magic riot!"

At this point, Allen could only reluctantly admit it.

——Magic training does require restraint.

If something really went wrong with him, wouldn't it make His Majesty worse off.

Draco was finally able to see him during the normal hours, and circled him twice strangely.

Allen pushed him away wearily, and sat on the sofa, "Draco, stop shaking, I'm not in a good mood."

He supported his forehead and gently rubbed his temples, "Excuse me, there is a medicine box in my closet, and there are painkillers in the second small cabinet on the first floor."

Seeing that he was really uncomfortable, Draco didn't dare to make a fuss anymore, quickly followed the command to find the teak luxury medicine box, found painkillers from the second small cabinet, and broke five tablets at once.

He paused, feeling that it seemed a little small, and broke off another pile.

Allen managed to reach out and take the pills, huh?What's wrong with this weight?

He half opened his eyes and smiled helplessly.

"I know you care about me, Draco. But - two will do."

Blushing, Draco took out the pills in his hand, left two for him, knocked on the table again, and handed him the warm water brought by the house-elf.

The little peacock was a little guilty, and asked stammeringly, "What about the rest?"

Allen smiled shallowly and said, "Throw it away—or keep it with magic power."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

——It's okay, it's not a big mistake.

The blond boy leaned quietly on the sofa, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't be angry if you do anything except those two dead lines that you can't step on."

Draco pouted.

On the last day of last semester, Allen called him and Nott together and gave them knight badges respectively.

At that time, in addition to telling them how to use the badge and temporarily keeping it secret from anyone, Allen also said two dead lines——

First, Muggles and Muggle-born wizards cannot be insulted;

Second, respect His Majesty the King, and protect the King at all costs if Allen and Edward make a mistake at the same time.

Draco looked vaguely at the quiet blond bastard, and said in his heart, even a troll is unlikely to offend your Muggle father.

——If they don't want to be exterminated.

He sat next to Allen and asked, "What have you been doing these two days, why are you acting like this?"

Allen sighed softly, and said, "I shouldn't be rash—I'm in a hurry to train spells these two days."

Draco was puzzled, and said reluctantly, "But you are already very strong."

The sea-blue eyes raised slightly, and a smile lingered, and he sighed, "But it's not enough... Draco, I have something very important to do, even if it costs my life."

He paused, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Forget it, Your Majesty will be sad."

Malfoy didn't know what to say.

There was doubt in the gray-blue eyes, but there was also a hint of concern and distress for his friend.

——Has this guy added any tasks to himself?What kind of natural toil is this?

He had no choice but to say awkwardly, "You should take care of yourself first. Don't let something happen to you before it's time to do something!"

Allen smiled and closed his eyes gently.

However, this semester is destined not to let him worry.

On Friday, Year [-] students finally had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

While complaining about Lockhart's lack of lessons, the girls happily led each other to the classroom.

Draco had a stinky face, obviously remembering Narcissa sighing at home.

It can be predicted——

Lucius' face was uglier than his.

Allen comforted him without knowing it, "Don't be like this, maybe he really has some skills?"

Draco put on a straight face, "Then he can be his own powerful wizard in peace, instead of writing a bunch of books and becoming a third-rate writer who winks and seduces housewives!"

The blond boy wisely refrained from speaking, so as not to offend the angry little peacock.

After all, among other things, this man's book is still well written.

However, the moment he stepped into this classroom, Allen regretted it.

——There are huge portraits of Lockhart everywhere. In front of the podium and in the aisle, every Lockhart is smiling, and his white teeth are almost shining.

That's probably what a narcissist looks like.

Allen was silent, trying not to express an opinion.

Draco was much more direct, and he sneered heavily.

"Look, Alan! This is an unreliable third-rate writer!

"The old bee's brain must be covered with sugar, so he is so stupid to ask him to teach! I really doubt that I can learn anything here!"

Draco slammed his book down on the table.

Crabbe and Goyle shrank their heads and said nothing.

Allen rubbed his forehead, and he felt that the headache he had finally relieved came back again.

At this moment, he finally remembered Dumbledore's words slowly.

[After forty professors either died or disappeared, it was difficult to find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. ]

What kind of normal professor can be invited for this class!He really shouldn't expect too much.

However, Allen did not expect that this was just the beginning of a disaster.