Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After listening to the knight commander's report, Allen was completely awake.

It's a glorious Sunday.

He sorted out his dreams and chatted with the knight for a long time. It was already eight o'clock when he lifted the curtain and got out of bed.

A certain Master Malfoy was still in a dream.

Allen put on a noise barrier, washed up quickly, and put on a neat suit—the batch selected by His Majesty the King.

The crisp stand-up collar made him full of energy, the dark green silk tie added a bit of nobility, and the restrained small brooch was just right.

The dark gray suit jacket was covered on the outside, making him extraordinarily calm.

The magic mirror exaggeratedly admired.

"Oh, little prince, look at your whole body! You are so perfect! Your height now makes you even more slender!

"This dress is also so perfect, every match is just right!

"Who on earth can pick out such a perfect match!"

Allen smiled lightly and praised, "Well said."

He glanced sideways and took out the radiant pink stone.

The feeling of being hooked at the navel came, and the world spun for a while, and Alan stepped on the floor of Lemay's cabin again.

He smiled and walked to the dining table, took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair.

"Teacher, teacher's wife, good morning! Hey, how come there is little hut bread today?"

Perenelle smiled and put the plate of bread in the hut in front of him, and quickly moved a few jam jars over.

"Good morning, honey! Today is a special day!"

Before Alan asked, she couldn't wait to pat Alan's arm and said, "My child, the sweater I knitted for you is finished!"

Flamel laughed out loud "ho ho".

He tried to calm down, and said quickly, "This sweater is really labor-intensive. I unraveled it and knit it... I planned to give it to you as a gift for Christmas last year, but I didn't finish knitting it at that time, so I had to re-knit it!"

Allen smiled, his voice a little rough, "Thank you."

The crown prince, who is usually eloquent, seems to have lost the ability to choose words at this time.

In the end, he said sincerely, "... Thank you for your hard work!"

Perenelle waved his hand, and lovingly handed him a small hut bread, "Don't talk about it, have breakfast! Try it after eating, huh?"

Allen took it with a smile and took a bite.

The full creamy heart flows out slowly, and the soft, sweet and greasy taste fills the mouth.

He restrained the speed of eating, and reached out to take another one.

LeMay bit the croissant and said mockingly, "Oh, Alan, I heard that the last time you brought back from Beauxbatons a lot of hut bread, all of which were robbed by Albus?"

Allen pursed his lips and said helplessly, "Teacher, he is an elder, what can I do?"

Flamel patted the sideboard next to it, and there was a big kraft paper bag on it.

He proudly puffed out his chest and said, "Look, I prepared a lot of bread for you this time too!"

Perenelle smeared his bread with strawberry jam and cream, handed it to him lovingly, and said, "If Albus dares to take your bread again, you will put the cream jar on his face !"

The old woman crossed her hips angrily, then patted Alan's arm lovingly, "Don't be afraid, child, I'm here!"

Allen smiled and took a bite of the bread and drank the coffee with milk.

The pleasant breakfast time passed quickly.

Perenelle happily pulled him to sit on the sofa, and took out a beautiful brown gift box for him, with a beautiful magazine cover on it, and a half-opened blue rose glued to the seal.

Those sea blue eyes were a little dazed.

——The flower language of the blue rose is the blessing of God.

"Open it up and have a look!"

the old woman urged.

Allen smiled, took off the rose from the eyes of the two, and said with a smile, "When I go back, seal her up, just like the rose in "The Little Prince"--okay, Mrs. ?”

Perenelle clapped her hands happily, "Okay! Remember to choose a beautiful glass cover!"

Flamel interjected, "Can you put a blue bow on it? That's pretty!"

Allen agreed.

He carefully inserted the roses in a vase beside him before opening the well-packed box.

A beautiful blue and white sweater lay quietly in the box, with beautiful little fluff shining in the sun, which faintly matched the pair of sea blue eyes.

Allen smiled and said, "Thank you, Mrs. I like it very much!"

Perenelle said happily, "Then give it a try?"

LeMay joined in the fun and looked at Allen tremblingly, "Oh, Allen, put it on and let us see it!"

Allen pressed his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and asked, "But... where do I change?"

The old woman slapped her head and said angrily, "Oh, why did I forget this? Our little prince is very particular!"

She led Allen to the small room on the first floor, and comforted her,

"I'm wronged you to change here, good boy!"

This is a very clean small room, piled with many beautiful alchemy products, and stacks of alchemy manuscripts.

Allen gently put down the sweater in his hand, caressed the warm and tight wool inadvertently, and smiled slightly.

He unbuttoned his woolen vest, tore off his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt one by one.

His fair skin was exposed in the cool air, and his thin layer of muscles was just right, making him neither weak nor overly strong.

He put on a sweater, opened the door and went out.

Perenelle looked at it immediately, and his eyes lit up suddenly.

The boy's blond hair was slightly disheveled, and his blue and white sweater and suit pants looked a bit nondescript.

But if you only look at the upper body...

The slightly larger version hugs the blond boy, and the fluffy texture directly dilutes the cautious restraint of the boy, making him look a little casual.

——It is the vitality that belongs only to young people.

Perenelle jumped up happily, holding the boy down and turning it over.

"It's so beautiful! Oh, it's so beautiful! These are the clothes that children should wear! I have long been displeased with your suit!"

Le May came over to join in small steps, and looked at the two of them stupidly.

Allen lowered his head slightly, clenched his fist to his lips in embarrassment, and asked, "Is it really good-looking? I rarely wear such clothes..."

The old woman said firmly, "It looks good!"

Le May nodded his head in cooperation, but immediately wailed and covered his neck, and stretched out his hand to his wife aggrieved, "Oh, my neck..."

Alan supported him dumbfounded, so he had no choice but to help the worried old urchin to the sofa first, then quickly went to find the potion, and fed him to drink.

Lemay struggled to calm his breathing, and sighed, "The elixir of life... oh..."

He sat up straight with difficulty, allowing his wife to calm him down, and looked at Allen lovingly.

"Son, we have something to tell you."

The boy's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his sea-blue eyes avoided his gaze, and he said, "Teacher, I still don't understand something about the alchemy formation..."

Perenelle looked at him with some guilt, and patted his head, "Son, you..."

Flame was not used to him, and said directly, "You clearly guessed it, Alan."

The alchemist's eyes seemed to be able to see everything, and he said clearly and lovingly, "I have taught you everything I have learned. I can no longer help you on the alchemy journey."

Allen clenched his fist lightly, raised his eyes and said, "But maybe... maybe, you can help me in life."

As soon as the words fell, he himself felt funny.

The old man's health is so poor, what help can be given to his life?

Flamel snorted like a child, "Don't be silly, boy. I should have died a long time ago!

"Don't worry about us, for both of us, dying is like going to bed after a long day!"

Perenelle gently followed Allen's back, held his hand and comforted him, "Son, we're just going to bed and rest."

Allen smiled, and asked with some difficulty, "...when are you going to... go to bed?"

Flame clapped his hands with a smile, and replied like an old child, "It's only two days! I will send you a message in advance when the time comes. Winter is the best time to sleep in!"

"Alan, you have too much heart, you can do everything well. I have nothing to tell you, but there is one sentence—"

The old man's eyes were extremely clear.

"Son, don't touch the three taboos. Tell me, what are the three taboos?"

Allen said softly, "Three Unforgivable Curses, Soul Magic...and Time-Space Magic."

Flamel smiled proudly, and warned, "I know you've always wanted to touch the magic of time, there's nothing wrong with that—for geniuses, the taboo realm is a world where they can soar freely.

"...But, space-time magic is really taboo."

He looked at the young man in front of him sadly, and raised his bone-like hand to stroke the blond hair.

Allen smiled, "Teacher, don't worry. I will remember."

Flamel sighed deeply and looked at the distant sky.

He sighed, "May Merlin bless you."