Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen lost his wand.

Salazar didn't say anything after knowing it, but rolled himself quietly.

This made Allen a little guilty.

The wand had come through the thorns and thorns from the chaotic era, and it had been well maintained after thousands of years, but it was crushed into fly ash in his hands.

He sat at the desk and gently closed his eyes.

So far, guilt has been useless.He should make good use of this matter to maximize his own interests.

The magic line was faintly drawn.

The sea blue eyes rolled gently.

...it was Lance.

He raised his finger, tapped the table again, picked up the black tea cup and read the letter from the knight commander.

I saw that it said:

[Dear Your Highness:

Sorry to keep you waiting so long, please allow me to report back to you.

Regarding the engraving of the alchemy array for the Ministry of Magic elevator, we have contacted some officials in the Ministry of Magic and persuaded Minister Fudge to go to the school to invite.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Fudge will arrive at school before the Christmas break.

ps: It is inconvenient to attach the list of officials. Please come to the safe house on Christmas and let me explain in detail.

Yours faithfully, Lancelot]

Allen couldn't help but smile when he looked at the peculiar inscription.

As expected of the knight commander.

He can always deliver good news when he is upset.

He tapped on the table and replied,

[Dear Knight Commander:

I already know the relevant information.If there is no accident, I will arrive at the safe house on December 12th. As for the Christmas matters, I thank you for making proper arrangements.

allen]

After that, Allen didn't rush to do anything.

Harry and Draco spent every day in the next bedroom, studying Quidditch almost feverishly.

Allen had to install a sealing formation for the two Quidditch projections, which were open for two hours a day.

However, this couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the two boys. They could hold a pen and paper and draw different drafts of tactics together.

In the end, Allen decided to let their respective teachers teach them.

He sent letters to Diana and Alger, asking them to take away their students and review all the half-year courses.

Soon, Harry couldn't care less about sticking to Alan.

It was the first time for him to take a theoretical class with Diana. Every morning and afternoon when there was no class, and on sunny weekends, he was required to attend the study, which made him dizzy.

Draco was much better than him.

Master Malfoy, who has been supervised by Allen's high-pressure classes since the first grade, would laugh at Harry countless times every day.

And the savior will always go back not to be outdone.

Both of them knew that the other didn't have the slightest malice, and they only unanimously regarded the quarrel as a bickering after studying.

The relationship between them has improved a lot.

Until February 12th.

Several Ministry of Magic officials in suits and leather shoes were waiting at the gate of Hogwarts, leading a dozen secretaries, media and Aurors in a mighty manner.

Fortunately, Dumbledore knew about the recent internal discussions within the Ministry of Magic——

Under the strong request of the officials of the Ministry of Magic and Transport,

Fudge finally plans to invite Nicole Flamel, the Muggle crown prince who is very good at alchemy, to engrave an alchemy circle for the magic elevator, so as to reduce the burden on the staff of the Ministry of Magic and Transportation.

Otherwise, looking at the situation of the Ministry of Magic, no one would think that they are here to invite others to help...

Just think they came to Hogwarts to arrest criminals.

With the principal's permission, the door of Hogwarts slowly opened.

With a straight face, Professor McGonagall nodded to several officials and led them to the principal's office.

The upright Mao Mao left decisively.

Let the old bee who loves sugar and the sleek and shrewd black bat solve the trouble of hypocrisy and deception here!

Fudge, with his big belly, sat in the armchair opposite Dumbledore, still seemingly reluctant.

Dumbledore didn't rush him either, just ate his candy with a smile.

Snape had no choice but to froze, and said tactfully, "The Minister of Magic is here at Hogwarts. I wonder if there is any important matter?"

Fudge looked at him, hands folded on the cane.

Oh... Engraving the Alchemy Formation...

Hiring outsiders to engrave the Alchemy Formation always seemed weak at the Ministry of Magic, and even more useless as a Minister, didn't it?

However, he quickly recalled Alan's knowledge of current affairs. The crown prince never gave him any slights and always gave him the credit.

Thinking of this, Fudge finally came to his senses.

Reluctantly, under the reminder of a brown-haired staff member, he said to Dumbledore, "Oh, Albus, I have nothing else to do today, just want to ask Alan for a little favor."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, as if waiting for his follow-up.

Fudge touched his cane, spread his hands and said, "Ah...that's right, you also know that the elevators in the department always have some glitches, which makes the staff of the Department of Transportation very anxious..."

"Yes, it suddenly occurred to me—"

He slapped his forehead, revealing his obvious falsehood, and looked around indifferently.

"Last time, yes...we came to Hogwarts and met the Muggle Crown Prince—he can easily engrave a teleportation circle. Everyone knows that he is Nicole Flamel's favorite student."

Dumbledore watched silently and took a piece of candy.

Snape was forced to take over the burden, and asked with a dark face, "So... what do you mean, Minister..."

Fudge's expression twisted slightly.

Still like this!Dumbledore still ignored him!

This old fox clearly knew what he meant, but he insisted on letting him explain, and never took the initiative to ask——Dumbledore never gave him the dignity of being a minister!

He barely maintained his face and said, "Oh, look, Alan is very good at alchemy, I mean..."

He turned to the brown-haired clerk next to him, roughly tapped the man's leg with his cane, and said in a rough voice,

"Hey, Nolan, don't just stand around—I didn't bring you out for sightseeing!"

The brown-haired clerk was wearing a frayed suit, with a frayed plain silver ring on his left ring finger, and his brown hair was fixed with hairspray.

His financial situation does not look very good.

——His haircut is clearly put to good use, but it's still a bit sloppy.

At this moment, being kicked on the leg by Fudge in public, he didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly smiled and bowed flatteringly,

"Oh, what you're talking about, Minister—look at me, I can't keep up with your train of thought."

Seeing that Fudge felt a little more comfortable with the flattery, he turned to Dumbledore and nodded slightly.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore. Maybe you've forgotten me - I was at Hufflepuff and my name is..."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, looked at him calmly, and said softly, "Yes, I remember you. Ceci Nolan."

Ceci was startled, and the whole person froze on the spot.

He saw the old headmaster blink slightly, still a bit playful.

This makes him seem to have returned to his student days.

He sat in the Hogwarts auditorium, complaining about the homework left by the teacher without worry, gnawing on the delicious chicken legs, and listening to the old man's short and strange speech.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said,

"Oh, young people, don't underestimate the memory of old people - I still remember that you had a little curly hair and a cheerful personality, and your classmates liked you very much."

He sighed and said, "However, you are indeed different now."

Sisi was silent.

He was roughly poked by Fudge with his cane, and there was pain in the place where he was poked, but he didn't dare to resist.

Faced with the minister's urging, he could only explain the mission when he came.

"Oh, thank you, Headmaster."

He pursed his lips, rubbed his hand across his cheek, and said, "That's right, sir—I'm currently working for the Department of Magical Transport."

He said earnestly, "You know, there are always problems with the elevators in the Ministry—"

Fudge cleared his throat heavily.

Sisi corrected himself, "I mean, there are occasional small mistakes, which make the colleagues in the transportation department work hard.

"If a wizard who is good at alchemy can engrave a protective circle on the elevators in the ministry... Yes, it will save us a lot of effort."

He pursed his lips.

At this point, if he can successfully facilitate this matter, he will be able to rush to high-ranking officials and rich salary; if not, he may lose the right to speak in the ministry and be ridiculed in every possible way again...

He firmly said,

"Professor, we would like to ask—oh, Minister Fudge is sympathetic to our work, willing to bring us here, and ask the crown prince to engrave an alchemy formation for us."

He licked his lips nervously and asked,

"Look—it's not convenient for you to invite the crown prince to come and come with us to the ministry?"

Dumbledore gently broke open a piece of lemon sherbet, and said slowly, "Oh...that's a good thing."

He raised his eyelids, his blue eyes clear and sharp across the media in front of him, blinked, and said,

"However, I can't be Allen's master. Whether to go or not depends on what he wants."