Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen lowered his eyes calmly and comforted Filch with a gentle voice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Filch. If it's petrified, there are mandrakes growing in Professor Sprout's greenhouse."

Professor Sprout answered immediately, "Yes, they are still seedlings, but they grow very fast. When they mature, we will be able to heal Mrs. Norris immediately!"

The students were intimidated by Alan and did not dare to whisper, but their eyes could not be restrained.

Everyone looked at the savior over there with suspicion.

Allen noticed this, and asked Secretary Brown to help comfort the exhausted Filch, while he calmly applied a "clean up" and walked towards Harry.

He held out his hand, and Harry jumped at him instantly.

The savior was like a cat that fell into the water, helplessly tugging on Allen's hand, "Your Highness, I didn't kill that cat, and I have no grudge against it!"

Filch exclaimed,

"Lie! When you were practicing Quidditch, you brought a lot of rain in. I told you a few words, and you must have a grudge!"

Pointing at Harry angrily, he cried, "That's why you killed my cat!"

Draco rolled his eyes and asked, "If Scarhead kills your cat because of this.

"—I scolded him every day last semester, how can I still live well?"

Filch glared at him angrily.

Master Malfoy patted Astoria beside him, but he didn't get a nervous handshake.

He looked back strangely, and saw those gentle blue eyes looking at him encouragingly, the owner of the eyes smiled at him, stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up.

Master Malfoy, who was affirmed, puffed out his chest, tugged at the school robe on his chest proudly, and walked out of the line.

He crossed his hips and said, "What are you looking at, your cat is not dead!"

He turned around and said, "Shut your mouths, if I hear someone gossiping in private, don't blame me for being rude!"

Allen smiled with relief, and patted Harry's hand, "Look, Harry—a lot of people believe in you. So you don't have to be so nervous."

Dumbledore also smiled gratifiedly, standing in front of the two children.

He said, "Oh, Argus, the best thing we should do now is take Mrs. Norris to the hospital wing, shouldn't we?"

The old man turned around with some dignity and said, "Harry, you three come with me."

Allen raised his eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'll arrange the students."

Dumbledore nodded reassuringly, holding the stiff cat in his hands, followed by three cowering Gryffindor lion cubs.

Allen ticked the magic power reassuringly, and Harry's badge was slightly heated, which gave the savior a lot of comfort.

He sent the professors away, commanding calmly, "Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, the two secretaries, take the little wizards of your college back to bed.

"—I have no right to control pure-blood wizards, but please cooperate first and follow the two secretary-generals back to their respective common rooms."

The blond crown prince looked methodically at the little badgers and little snakes who were carried up by the crowd.

"Hufflepuff and Slytherin, line up to the teleportation array on the fourth floor - Secretary Brown, please be the team leader for now."

Brown leaned forward respectfully, and stood aside, listening to the rest of his instructions.

Allen looked at Draco and Astoria, and said softly, "Draco, take the Slytherins and go straight back to the lounge."

At the critical moment, Master Malfoy did not feel awkward, and nodded neatly.

Allen said calmly, "I don't want to hear everyone's unauthorized discussions about today's matter.

"—In any case, we should trust our classmate. What's more, he is the savior who saved us from Voldemort's dark rule."

He glanced at the silent students and said, "Please go back to bed, the house elf will bring you soothing milk."

Soon, all the little wizards evacuated in an orderly manner.

Draco glanced at the blond boy standing there, knowing that the other party was going to appease the poor heart of the savior, so he left quickly without making any demands.

Allen stood where he was, looking at the blood on the wall.

He walked steadily towards the wall, making regular ripples in the stagnant water.

... round characters.

The total height of the font is about 1.8 meters, and this height cannot exclude anyone.

He squatted down and looked at the height of the lowest part of the font.

1.3 m.

This height already made him a little awkward.

The person who writes the font should be under 1.7 meters.

If the opponent does not use any tools, then the opponent should be at least 1.6 meters.

Allen straightened up and initially determined the perpetrator's height to be between 155 and 170.

He raised his head and looked at Mrs. Norris's torch hanging just now.

The torch is about 1.8 meters.

...It is a height that Dumbledore can reach with raising his hand.

But if it is the height he deduced, a more proficient levitation spell is required.

...the culprit should have good grades, or a senior with a short stature.

[The chamber of secrets has been opened. ]

Is it Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

The sea-blue eyes sank, and the blond boy frowned slightly. It seemed that he had to crack the sealing formation at the entrance of the secret room in the common room as soon as possible.

If it was the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets...

Without the blood of Slytherin, or in other words, without the Parseltongue, I am afraid it cannot be opened.

But in this school, in this wizarding world, he is indeed the only heir of Slytherin.

...is it still Voldemort?

It shouldn't be, this Dark Lord has clearly been trapped in "Zeus" by him.

Allen frowned tightly.

He can only use the most stupid way now.

The blond boy mobilized his magic power, linked the contact badges of the three responsible persons, and sent a silent message.

[Investigate people who are proficient in using the floating spell and whose height is between 155 and 170, regardless of gender.ASAP! ]

He took one last look at the bloody writing on the wall, retreated, and walked towards the teleportation circle outside the Hogwarts auditorium.