Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After that day, Harry grew closer to Alan.

He often looked in Alan's direction shiningly, would pull Alan's robe and act like a baby, and would follow Alan to the Slytherin table for dinner like a little tail.

Ron stared blankly at Harry who was warmly welcomed by the little snakes, feeling that they were getting farther and farther away.

It was as if his former brother would never come back.

Hermione didn't think so.

She comforted Ron, "Although Harry often stays in Slytherin now, he is still a Gryffindor! Besides, we will be good friends forever!"

Ron shook his head in disappointment.

——You are all surrounded by your highness, and I have no contact with Allen.Perhaps our paths began to diverge as early as when you received Ellen's contact badge.

perhaps……

I am just an insignificant person to you.

Harry didn't know what his friends thought.

He is adapting to his new identity with unprecedented enthusiasm-although Allen is only 18 days older than him, he always reveals a kind of elder brother's tolerance.

This made Harry, who had never felt the affection of a close relative, very attached to him.

Slowly, he also dared to ask Allen for some new toys.

—For example, he also wants to put a full set of Nimbus 2001 on the Gryffindor team.

Allen indulged them one by one, indulged the poor savior who was played by fate.

He and Dumbledore made eye contact, exchanged information, and then looked away sympathetically.

Within a few days, Gryffindor received a full set of Light Wheel 2001.

In those few days, Wood was floating when he walked.

But they soon discovered that Allen not only sponsored the broom for Gryffindor, but also matched the same broom for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

Now, the Quidditch teams of the four colleges are all on the same starting line.

Harry was annoyed for a while, but quickly came to his senses—after all, Alan was the crown prince, and he still wanted a bowl of water to level it out.

He happily ran to the Slytherin table again, squeezed Draco beside Allen, and sat between them.

Draco looked ugly, but for the sake of his Slytherin blood, he endured the interruption.

—Yes, the story has spread throughout the school again.

— not even two hours!

Harry took the plate with a manly air.Ever since he got that false blood recognition, he has become childish.

He tugged on Allen's robe, and said a little embarrassedly, "Brother...that..."

Allen pressed his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and replied, "Well, say."

Please forgive him.

The pure and only son Crown Prince is really not used to being someone else's elder brother.

The first time Harry uttered this title, he froze for ten seconds before he could reply.

The savior smirked and scratched his head,

"Uh, it was Hagrid who asked me to ask you, when will you let him see Hai Erbo."

Allen laughed, took a spoonful of mango pudding, and said helplessly, "He is really persistent-I am still engraving the teleportation array in the secret room, and I will invite him to go after the teleportation array is set up. Please tell him for me."

Harry nodded heavily, looking at him obediently.

Allen reluctantly took a plate of mango pudding and handed it over, and immediately got a satisfied savior.

Draco frowned at that worthless look.

Master Malfoy drooped his face, pushed close to Alan's savior, and said arrogantly, "Although you have the blood of Slytherin, we will tolerate your crap for this sake..."

"But! You're a Gryffindor after all!"

He folded his arms and said with disgust, "When are you going back to your college? Otherwise... do you want to transfer?"

Harry actually thought seriously.

"...You're right! Draco, I even forgot!"

He looked at the Gryffindor table, recalling the phantom reunion in the Mirror of Erised.

Yes, his parents were both brave Gryffindors.

He was also a brave Gryffindor.

Then, he should have the courage to search for his elder brother and where His Highness is.

...Please forgive me, Mom and Dad.I just want to be close to the only remaining relatives.

Draco:?

Master Malfoy looked at him blankly, it was hard to imagine that this was the savior who had been so tired of Slytherin.

He looked at Allen slowly, shaking his head in a daze.

——Why is there always a sense of crisis that one’s status cannot be guaranteed?

Dumbledore looked at the Slytherin table with some melancholy, and sighed silently.

That day, as soon as it was revealed that Harry had Slytherin blood, Allen sent him a letter, asking him to go to the Chamber of Secrets immediately to discuss.

It is indeed a big deal.

Harry is a Horcrux.

What a cruel fact.

Allen said calmly, "I lied, sir. I think that for Harry, the love of his loved ones can allow him to temporarily obtain false happiness."

Holding a cup of warm black tea, he sighed,

"It's the only kindness I have left."

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "You've done a good job, Alan—leave the rest to me, the old man!"

Deep blue eyes showed deep fatigue.

The old principal's shoulders were broken, and he fell into deep self-blame and guilt.

He sighed, "Alan, please help me take care of Harry—this may be Harry's last happiness before he inevitably faces the truth."

Allen looked at the steam rising from the teacup, and said calmly,

"Sir, what if you can't think of a way to separate the Soul Piece?"

Dumbledore was silent.

After a while, the old man's voice seemed to be decayed, and he said softly, "...then he must go to death."

Those blue eyes turned slightly, and looked at the blond boy sitting quietly beside him.

He knew Alan had a secret.

A genius always has some secrets, and he doesn't have to ask them.

only……

Just asking Merlin...to bless them.

Dumbledore looked at the splendid Hogwarts auditorium and gently closed his fingers.He returned to the principal's office and stared at the blank photo frame on the desktop.

Until Professor McGonagall and Snape arrive.

Professor Maomao seemed a little reluctant, while Snape had a dark face, completely unwilling.

Dumbledore blinked and asked, "Oh, Minerva, Severus? Is there something wrong?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, almost meanly, and said quickly, "Okay...Albus, it's Mr. Potter's business."

She clutched her wand in both hands,

"...Potter submitted a transfer request to me - he wanted to transfer to Slytherin, with Alan."

Snape grimaced and snorted heavily.

He tried to make the two people present back their minds, and quickly said, "This is unprecedented, Minerva. I think our honorable headmaster's brain is not completely covered with sugar, and he will not agree to such outrageous things!"

Professor McGonagall said angrily,

"Oh, Severus! Did you think I wanted Potter transferred? He's a Gryffindor team!"

She stroked her wand faster, her fingers almost trembling,

"But we should always respect the individual wishes of the students... Yes, Potter has spent most of his time in Slytherin recently! By Ellen's side!"

She moved her lips and said,

"This poor child - he has no parents, and he finally found his blood brother. How can I bear..."

Snape shut his mouth tightly and stood aside without saying a word, glaring at Dumbledore viciously.

Dumbledore took a candy in silence.

After a while, he said, "Okay... okay... Minerva, yes, I agree to Harry's application for transfer."

Snape turned around without saying a word, kicked open the door of the headmaster's office, and left with his robes in toss.