Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next day, the messiah trio had some arguments.

They sat in the abandoned women's bathroom on the second floor, surrounded by potions that exuded a strange smell.

When Hermione was stirring the potion, biting her lip, and No. 20 asking about Lockhart's behavior yesterday, Ron finally couldn't help it.

He exasperated, "Oh, Hermione, why don't you believe us? Lockhart himself slipped!"

He pretended to wipe away his tears, and said vividly, "That's all fake, I can't do it at all..."

Hermione blushed, and she tried to argue, "Maybe... maybe Professor Lockhart is just saying that he can't complete the teleportation array in an instant..."

Ron rolled his eyes and said loudly, "He still threatens Harry! He still wants to slander Allen—don't you respect your crown prince the most?"

Harry nodded emphatically.

The little witch threw the ladle that was stirring the potion angrily, "Enough is enough!"

She got up angrily, and was about to go out with her schoolbag, "Ronald, can you shut your mouth—you always hurt people like this!"

Ron wrinkled his nose inexplicably.

"Merlin's beard! How much do you trust Lockhart? You don't even care about him humiliating Alan?"

Hermione turned sharply, glared at him with tears in her eyes, and ran away a moment later without a word.

Harry stood up, ran to the door, and walked back hesitantly.

... At this time, the compound decoction can't be left alone.

He took Hermione's place, stirred the potion in the cauldron, and said softly, "Ron, you shouldn't have said that last sentence—Hermione has always admired Her Majesty."

Ron stood up angrily, "Okay, okay. You are all Muggleborn, of course you trust your Muggle Crown Prince!

"Ginnie's health has been very bad lately—you know she likes you, so you don't care about it, and you think about your Highness every day!"

He also left angrily.

Harry ruffled his hair irritably.

...Oh my God, why did Ron and Hermione fight at this juncture?

Thinking of yesterday's speculation, he became even more irritable - if Draco knew about it, how would he treat this friendship?

……

At this time, the suspected Master Malfoy was looking at the list handed over by Allen.

He questioned, "Are you sure the suspect is among these eight people?"

Allen sipped his milk and admitted, "The three responsible persons reported it, there is nothing wrong with it."

"I also made a point of having them question all Muggleborns - nothing out of the ordinary. So the problem must be with the pure-bloods and the half-bloods."

He smiled and asked, "Didn't Miss Farley give you the internal statistics of Slytherin? What did you analyze?"

Speaking of business, Master Malfoy sat up straight.

This was the first thing Allen gave him. As a qualified Malfoy, he would naturally do it to perfection.

He reported angrily, "Nearly half of the people in Slytherin can use the levitation spell proficiently. Even those who are not very proficient can still levitate a cat. Even Daphne can!

"...Although there is no guarantee that Mrs. Norris will be hung on the torch."

Draco snorted coldly, "It took me a lot of effort to screen out seven people who meet the criteria."

Allen praised, "Well done, thank you for your hard work."

Receiving a sliver of appreciation, Master Malfoy managed to hold back his temper, "If you want me to say, you don't have to doubt them at all - most of them worship Salazar Slytherin, otherwise Voldemort wouldn't have responded all the time.

"I've tested them one by one. Look at them, let alone open the secret room..."

Draco leaned on the sofa slowly, showing an unbearable expression,

"As soon as they heard that I knew the whereabouts of the heir of Slytherin, they were all extremely fanatical without any hesitation. They all gathered around to ask about the news of the Gaunt family, and asked me if there was a lost descendant of the Gaunt family!"

Alan was thinking, tapping the milk glass lightly with his fingers, "So, it really has nothing to do with them."

Draco snorted, took the screening lists of the three colleges from the side and shook them, "You can get in touch with these yourself! Look, Ginny Weasley is still on the list!"

Allen took the parchment and got up thinking about it.

"...I should go tell the Weasleys."