Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

eight pm.

Starlight scattered over Hogwarts Castle.

The little wizards happily took their wands and eagerly surrounded the Hogwarts auditorium. The teleportation circle was almost full of people.

Allen never liked crowds, seeing this, he simply dragged Draco up the stairs to the auditorium.

He smiled and teased, "Draco, who do you think Lockhart chose as his assistant?"

Draco wrinkled his nose and said disgustedly, "That idiot! I bet he couldn't get any professor to help him!"

Allen couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Yeah—so, our Head of Slytherin, the Honorable Professor Snape—

"For the sake of the overall situation, I am willing to actively cooperate with poor Professor Lockhart to make the Dueling Club run smoothly."

The platinum peacock looked at him dully.

Hearing his exaggerated admiration, "What kind of honor is this, isn't it?"

Draco couldn't help rubbing his arms.

...What happened to the blonde jerk today?It's okay to laugh so much, but why do you still speak so like Professor Snape?

He wisely shut up, and the whole journey was as silent as a chicken.

Malfoy's sense of speech and mood is very accurate.

—Alan was indeed angry.

He could forgive Lockhart for his verbal offense.Just forgetting about the other party is also for the sake of the overall situation and his own reputation.

But he didn't forget—

This idiot dares to be compared with His Majesty the King!How dare you speak disrespect to His Majesty the King!

Lowly Muggle?

The sea blue eyes narrowed slowly.

He wants to see how noble this idiot can be!

Draco endured really hard all the way.

Soon, he accurately located Harry in the crowd, quickly spoke to Allen, and sprinted towards that side.

Malfoy's First Rule:

Stay away when the owner is in a bad mood!

The vibe in Savior Squad is still a bit eccentric.

Harry and Ron complained about Lockhart, but were concerned about Hermione, and only dared to make eye contact.

The savior cleared his throat and tried to bring up a topic, "Well... you said, which professor Lockhart invited to be his assistant? Is it Flitwick..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar popping sound.

"Potter—"

He turned his head and saw a platinum head galloping towards him, as if he saw the fierce fist of the dueling teacher.

He was terrified, and even used the fighting skills taught by the royal family, and sharply withdrew his legs and turned around, avoiding the humanoid object.

Draco jumped straight to the ground.

Hermione and Ron screamed and tried to grab him.

Fortunately, Harry was still good at learning, so he sharply reached out and grabbed his collar.

The peacock's neck was about to be broken by him.

Hermione said anxiously, "Harry! Harry—you let go, you're strangling him!"

Stretched out of breath, Draco eagerly hammered the head of some savior, and slowed down with staring eyes.

His voice became breathless, but he was obstinately cursing,

"You—you stupid poot!"

Harry followed his back in a hurry, and whispered guiltyly, "Then who would have known that you rushed over all of a sudden, I thought it was something!"

Draco rolled his eyes, finally recovering.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Who knows what happened to Allen today? The whole person is eccentric - I dare not speak all the way! I finally found an excuse to slip out!"

Harry swallowed,

"Uh...if that's it, maybe I know why..."

Draco and Hermione looked suspiciously.

——How do you know?

The savior was in a complicated mood and couldn't help raising his voice, "Do you think this is a good thing?!"

Reminded by his friends, he lowered his voice again and whispered,

"Lockhart was... um, anyway, he had a problem with his leg."

Harry gave a dry laugh under the doubtful eyes of his friends, and quickly said guiltyly, "His Highness helped him heal his leg, but he has spoken insultingly to His Highness over and over again..."

Draco squeezed his chin and said slowly, "But Alan won't be angry because of this—at least not so angry!"

Harry scratched his head and sighed,

"The burden on His Highness is too heavy. He values ​​the dignity of the crown prince very much, and even more..."

Draco slapped him sharply, annoyed, "He thinks more of his Muggle father than anything else! That idiot must have insulted the king, didn't he?"

Hermione was in a dilemma and bit her lip lightly.

Harry nodded helplessly and angrily, and said angrily, "I really have never seen a more shameless person than Lockhart!"

Ron looked at this, looked at that, and lowered his head in some disappointment.

——They seem to have common topics, but he seems to be excluded.

It's rare for friends to get together.

Draco wondered what Harry knew in the palace, and Harry and Hermione wondered what Draco knew around Alan.

Eyes narrowed on both sides.

The gazes of the newly awakened Master Malfoy and the sharpened savior collided, and sparks were sparked all the way. You came and went to test, but no one was successful.

They rushed to the Hogwarts auditorium and found the shining blond hair on the side of the teacher's bench.

Alan bowed his head slightly in a gentlemanly manner, having a good chat with Professor Flitwick sitting next to him on the mechanical legs.

Those sea-blue eyes looked warmly and accurately located them.He raised his hand, motioning for them to arrange themselves.

Draco carefully looked at Alan's face, and after confirming that the blond bastard was all right, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry looked suspiciously, scratched his head and smiled,

"Draco, I didn't expect a young master like you to care about friends?"

Master Malfoy snorted coldly, crossed his arms and said,

"Scarhead, what do you know - I share a dormitory with Allen! If he is in a bad mood, can I get through it?"

Harry instantly remembered the extra fighting training during the summer vacation, and nodded empathetically.

The little witch rolled her eyes and reprimanded, "You two! You really don't know your blessings when you are blessed!"

She pulled one with each hand and said angrily, "Hurry up, or you won't be able to occupy the front row!"

Draco sneered, and pointed to where Crabbe and Goyle were.

—they were too big to be conspicuous.

He said arrogantly, "I've asked the two of them to take a good seat for me! As for you..."

Harry and Hermione looked at him in unison, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "That's great, Draco! Let's go!"

Draco: ...?

Are you Gryffindors so conscious?

At this moment, at the edge of the professor's seat.

Allen was answering Professor Flitwick's words in a low voice, "You mean, limit the spells you use to the textbooks?"

Professor Flitwick nodded heavily, "Of course! We have to show them the power of the spells in the textbook!"

The short professor sighed helplessly,

"Many students are so preoccupied with fancy-looking spells that they ignore the essence of dueling."

Allen chuckled, "The essence of a duel? In fact, a duel is just a battle of honor."

He looked towards the arranged duel field.

Gone were the four long house tables, replaced by a long gilded stage.

The purple carpet printed with the changes of the stars and the moon is laid out on it, complementing the hundreds of candles floating on the ceiling.

Allen said softly, "Professor, what the students really need to learn is how to fight."

Flitwick frowned slightly, hugging his mechanical joystick.

For the first time, he felt that Allen's thinking was a little extreme.

But before he could say anything, the genius boy added gently, "Professor, as the crown prince, I will return to the Muggle world after all."

Allen looked down at the bustling little wizards below, and sighed, "What about the Muggle-born little wizards then? Voldemort is still in exile after all...

"If they don't learn how to fight, how are they going to deal with the dangers after graduation?"

Flitwick shivered violently, and shrieked, "Don't mention that name!"

He trembled slightly.

But whoever has seen the boundless blood and blood unleashed by the Dark Lord, who can remain indifferent to this name?Who dares to challenge the reverse scale of the Duke of Darkness?

The past hidden in the shadow of blood made the professor immediately persuaded by Allen.

He swallowed, and said in a trembling voice, "Maybe you are right, Alan... We should teach them how to protect themselves first, and then teach them how to protect their honor!"

Allen raised his eyes gently, smiled in control, and complimented, "You really deserve to be the head of Ravenclaw!"

--Yes, exactly.

With your caring heart, you have worked hard to cultivate the little Muggle-born wizards, let them be proficient in spells, and build initial combat literacy.

When they leave school, they will fall into my arms under the weight of the wizarding world.

And I, without any effort, will get a forbidden army!

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled, his smile was extremely warm.

He said, "Thank you for your hard work, Professor."