Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Alan finally realized that his mask was useless, he took it off, let it revert to a pumpkin ornament, and poked it angrily.

Diana turned her eyes lightly, making it difficult to look directly at her.

——This Christmas can give His Majesty the king an ice mouse, so she shouldn't have any expectations.

Allen sighed, "Diana, at this time last year, Quirrell was still teaching—he also attracted a giant monster to the school."

Diana listened quietly.

The blond boy looked at Lockhart who was bragging in the crowd, took a cup of pumpkin pudding, and said, "This year must be a peaceful Halloween."

——Lockhart is not capable of this.

He suddenly remembered a certain savior, looked around strangely, and asked, "Diana, have you seen Harry?"

Diana froze for a moment, then shook her head, "That Mr. Potter didn't attend today's Halloween dinner."

She added, "Not even Hermione and Mr. Weasley by his side - presumably something else has delayed it."

Allen nodded hesitantly, and joked, "Maybe the savior has some strange tasks."

He raised the pudding cup in his hand, tasted it slowly, and took another pumpkin pie. After he was full, he walked slowly towards the long Slytherin table.

Draco had a great conversation with Astoria and didn't care about him at all.

Dumbledore changed back to his original appearance at some point, smiling and drinking pumpkin juice with Professor McGonagall.

The dinner lasted until nine o'clock in the evening.

Alan still didn't see Harry, he looked away, stopped searching, patted the arrogant Malfoy, and motioned to go back to bed together.

Seeing that Draco was still putting on airs, Astoria consciously took over the important task of dealing with him, and smiled and told Alan some interesting things at the dinner party.

Almost all the students got up and walked back.

The prefect even started chasing people away.

The little wizards dragged their feet slowly, carrying a stomach full of pumpkin delicacies, and slowly walked towards the teleportation array.

But there are too many people.

The little wizards of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw rushed up one after another, and the three of them were squeezed back and forth, and they were directly squeezed to the second floor.

Allen smiled helplessly, and suggested, "Why don't we go to the teleportation array on the fourth floor, there should be no one there."

Some of the badgers who were squeezed up heard this sentence with their ears sharply, and followed them to the fourth floor.

They comforted themselves proficiently, "When there was no teleportation array in the past, everyone had to work hard to climb the stairs!"

Astoria patted Master Malfoy who was putting on airs, and persuaded, "Oh, Draco, didn't His Highness give you a Halloween present? What's it?"

Allen said leisurely, "It's a sports car from the Muggle world. The car was sent to Malfoy Manor. I only showed him the photos."

Astoria pursed her lips and smiled, and teased, "Then Draco, what gift did you prepare for Your Highness?"

Draco snorted coldly, "I also prepared a photo, and it's on the desk of His Highness the Crown Prince—at least I gave an extra hat!"

They are bickering...

Well, it was Master Malfoy who was unilaterally bickering.

The three of them walked steadily towards the fourth floor, surrounded by the buzzing voices of little wizards.

"Oh, why is there so much water all of a sudden?"

Allen lowered his head and frowned slightly, "Is nothing wrong?"

Suddenly, all sound disappeared.

Allen raised his eyes, his sea blue eyes were as calm as the sea.

The little wizards stared blankly at the corridor on the second floor, this corridor was rarely visited by people, and now it was full of wet water.

The Harry Potter trio stood by the wall, next to them was a stiff cat hanging from a torch, and on the wall next to them were two lines of wet letters written in blood.

[The chamber of secrets has been opened. ]

[Those who are enemies with the heir, be vigilant. ]

The little wizards gasped.

A student said, "Is that Mrs. Norris? Filch's cat?"

"Harry Potter killed it?"

Allen pushed away the little wizard in front of him, and walked forward calmly, followed by a loud curse.

"Calm down! Be quiet!"

Filch pushed aside the silent little wizard, cursing, "What are you all doing here? Why is there so much water? Oh, you guys—"

He finally saw the cat on the wall.

The hideous castle keeper screamed in despair, "My cat! My cat! What did you do to it?"

He looked fiercely at Harry who was at a loss, and strode towards Harry, "It was you! You killed my cat!"

Allen took a step sideways, and the Iron Armor Curse went up, firmly blocking Filch's steps.

He said, "Please calm down, Mr. Filch. I'm sure Harry just happened upon it, and he would never have killed your cat."

Harry nodded frantically, defending helplessly.

Allen raised his hand, stopped his flustered words, gently pushed him towards Hermione, turned around and said, "Everyone calm down, before the truth is known, it is forbidden to talk about all related matters!"

Sea blue eyes scanned the little wizards, but did not find the three leaders.

So he precisely locked on several secretaries and said, "You two, issue a notice and report to the person in charge at the same time, and lead the little wizards back to bed!"

"Mr. Brown, go to the professor—any professor!"

Brown nodded calmly and stepped back quickly.

"...Oh, maybe not."

An old voice sounded in the crowd, the students spontaneously moved out of the way, and the principal with the white beard walked forward calmly, with the professors behind him.

He said, "Good job, Alan. Now, give it to me!"

Lockhart shook his head tut-tut. "Oh, look at the poor cat, it must be dead - too bad, if I'd been there sooner, I'd probably have saved it."

Filch let out a high-pitched howl, covering his face in grief.

Dumbledore stepped forward to help Filch up, handed it to Alan, and beckoned the boy to help comfort him.

He walked to the torch and, relying on his tall stature, plucked the stiff cat off.

He said, "Don't worry, Argus. Lady Norris isn't dead, she's just petrified."