Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The duel demonstration was quite successful.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Allen and Professor Flitwick walked off the stage, leaving the venue to the young wizards who were eager to try.

He sat on the side of the professor's chair, holding a cup of black tea, had a good chat with Professor Flitwick, and watched the performance of the little wizards.

Lockhart's face became even uglier.

——Van Lundin directly took over the host job of the dueling club, and Alger directly replaced him, and began to explain and teach duels.

The secret unwillingness and the long-buried jealousy grew wildly, making him hold the wand in his hand viciously.

Snape noticed this keenly, looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows, and hissed in a good mood, "Oh, Professor Lockhart?"

Lockhart came back to his senses, twisted his face to suppress his emotions, and smiled awkwardly.

"Aha... Severus, if you ask me, their decision just now..."

Snape said coldly, "I'll go first."

Lockhart looked at the high stage, watched the Muggle crown prince walk down the steps surrounded by the crowd, and the countless dust that fell on the stage was cleaned up with his steps.

...as if seeing the coronation of the king back then.

Van Lundin raised his voice, "Let's find the right partner and set an example for everyone?"

Alger waved at Harry as a matter of course.

"The other one, then?"

Draco snorted lightly and raised his hand slowly, "Me!"

Harry blinked and gave him a resigned look.

The two of them walked onto the stage and looked at the protective barriers on both sides involuntarily. They were reminded by Valentine and Alger respectively, and then they reacted.

They bowed to each other and went in opposite directions.

Alger said loudly, "Only ordinary spells are allowed, spells such as body shattering and bone shattering are not included. Alright——Get ready, three, two, one! Let's go!"

Harry and Draco cast the spell almost at the same time, and were hit by it at the same time.

Draco was lying on the ground with a vicious expression on his face, his whole body was limp from laughing, and he couldn't move.

—Damn Pot!He even used the Tickle Curse!

But Harry was not much better, he was directly knocked out by Draco's spell, spun twice in mid-air, and landed heavily on the ground.

At this time, I would like to thank Allen for his protective circle.

He felt himself landing on soft cotton.

In the current situation, it is difficult to say who has suffered more damage.

Draco gritted his teeth and couldn't help laughing, but angrily raised his wand and pointed it at Harry over there.

He said viciously, "Tarantella dance!"

As soon as Harry got up, he saw a red curse coming straight towards him.

The subconsciousness developed by the royal family's fighting teacher made him lie on the ground immediately, dodging the spell in embarrassment.

The little wizards in the audience roared with laughter.

Draco took the opportunity to say, "Oolong comes out!"

The tip of his wand made a sound like an explosion.

Under Harry's horrified gaze, a long black snake jumped out of it, landed on the floor, and swam towards Harry with a hiss, ready to attack.

This slippery and cold creature made Alger frown, he raised his wand, ready to kill the snake.

But Harry, who was approached by the black snake, couldn't take it anymore.

He yelled in horror, "Don't come here!"

Under the tension, he didn't notice the language he spoke.

It was a hissing sound.

It is the language of snakes.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the blond crown prince sitting beside the professor's seat, whispering.

—Harry Potter can speak Parseltongue?

—Is he also related to the Muggle Crown Prince?

Allen's eyes focused on him, and he waved his wand lightly, lifting the spell on Draco, and the snake on the ground was also transferred to the Forbidden Forest.

Everyone's discussion is endless.

Although the spell stopped, Draco laughed so much that it gave him a headache.

He got up from the ground, slowly realized what happened just now, and frowned at Harry, "Scarhead, how can you speak Parseltongue?"

Harry also stood up in embarrassment, and looked blankly at Alan who was high up.

Alger put his hands on his shoulders, and said softly, "Harry, Parseltongue is passed down through blood."

This sentence made the savior even more dizzy.

Allen smiled slightly, and glanced at the two persons in charge on the high platform.

Van Lundin immediately continued to preside over the overall situation, and Alger was responsible for bringing Harry and Draco to Alan.

Harry stammered, "Your Highness, I... I can also speak Parseltongue? This..."

The green eyes slowly lit up.

Seems to have finally found a home.

Allen didn't answer directly, but looked at the scar on his forehead.

His memory can't be wrong.

The Potts have no Slytherin blood.

So why did Harry speak Parseltongue?

Almost instantly, he remembered the feedback given by the magic factor when Harry's scar was sealed—there was a curse-ridden, foul-smelling thing inside!

Voldemort?

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked irrelevantly, "Harry, has your scar hurt recently?"

Harry shook his head ignorantly.

Allen smiled, got up and said goodbye to Professor Flitwick, and said, "Professor, we have some private affairs to deal with."

He looked up, signaling Harry to leave with him.

Draco thought for a while, but didn't follow.

The identities of the Muggle crown prince and the savior are very sensitive, especially when it comes to their blood relationship.

If he wanted to know, Alan would definitely not hide it from himself, but following in full view would undoubtedly be stupid enough to humiliate Malfoy's surname.

Look at the eager eyes of this group of people, if he follows, he doesn't know how he will be annoyed!

Alger and Valentin are still doing their duty, but the minds of the little wizards are no longer here.

After all, this newly opened duel club has almost disbanded before it even started.