Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen handed over the Knott family's property to Alvin Blair in escrow.

According to Lance's report, the business executive was going crazy with joy, yelling and jumping around by the lake, yelling that he had an entrance to break the business monopoly of the wizarding world.

... Yes, Alan has exactly the same intention.

The knights outside the school are indeed much sharper than the innocent students who have no experience in the school.

Allen stepped into the classroom of the transformation class in a good mood.

This is the last summary lesson before the final review month.

It is said that this year's final exam will turn one's pet into a goblet - of course, if the pet's beard or something is kept, it will be properly deducted points.

The little wizards listened very carefully to this class, and they were also very energetic in the subsequent practice session, lest one of them was not serious, and they would get a p (fail) for the Transfiguration class.

They don't want to have a rough summer.

Allen inspected the classroom for Professor McGonagall as usual. He let his snowy owl, Tita, stand on his shoulder to observe the training of the little wizards.

Draco's Transfiguration is very good, but the pattern of the goblet is not exquisite enough.

Theodore has also done well.

Even Harry, who conjured the perfect goblet smoothly - he's now practicing adding patterns to it.

very good!

Allen turned his gaze to Gryffindor.

Under the guidance of Diana, Hermione has also studied the transformation class very well. She is trying to conjure beautiful gold rims on the glass goblet.

Neville also stumbled and transformed.

And Ron, the deformation is not smooth...

Ok?

Allen watched Ron attentively, looking at the wand that was so worn that the unicorn hair was exposed with some indescribability.

He thought uncertainly:

Would this wand really work for Ron?

In order to determine whether Ron's wand was not going well, or his own magic path was wrong, Allen decided to try to feel Ron's magic operation again.

He let the magic factor out and surrounded Ron and the old dying pet mouse.

At this moment, I felt that something extraordinary happened.

Those sea blue eyes froze for a moment, and glanced at the mouse vigilantly and suspiciously.

—that's an Animagus!

Allen withdrew his gaze and paced there as if nothing had happened.

He was sure of his perception.

Rita Skeeter's Animagus form was captured by Zeus only four months ago.

However, he wasn't worried about the rat doing something terrible.

——Last year, it came to school with Ron, who was in the first grade. It had already done something bad. How could it wait until today?

Allen guided Neville slowly, and said in a gentle voice, "Raise your wrist higher, and shake your wand more decisively—yes, that's right!"

Neville, a little timid, tried to wave his wand bravely.

His toad let out a cry, and transformed into a goblet wrapped in dark green toad skin.

Alan:  …

He said softly, "Yes, Neville... Great progress! Try to be more decisive, yes, believe in yourself."

Although the deformation of the goblet was a bit outrageous, it seemed to really encourage Neville.

The round-faced boy nodded firmly, swinging his wand around.

Allen reminded, "Relax, Neville - it's just something as small as eating and drinking, you can do it."

He watched Neville wave his wand, and the dark green goblet became a little more transparent.

Neville clenched his fingers excitedly and said loudly, "I did it!"

Allen looked over encouragingly and said, "Come on, practice more, you will definitely be able to conjure a super beautiful goblet!"

He nodded slightly to Professor McGonagall, who was looking at him, and walked slowly to Ron.

As if he had just noticed Ron's difficulty, Allen let out a soft "Huh".

Ron's face instantly flushed as red as his hair.

He half-hid the wand with some restraint and low self-esteem, and stammered, "Um, my wand...you know, it's been too old..."

Allen shook his head slightly, looked at the mouse, and said thoughtfully, "No, Ron. I mean, maybe the mouse is the problem."

He looked at the tense bald mouse and said,

"Did it take some medicine recently? I heard that pets that have taken medicine will have more difficulty in transforming."

Ron's face was less red.

He scratched his head embarrassingly, and said, "Yes, Banban has been in our house for 11 years... You know, it's too old, I always have some mouse tonic, in case it dies!"

Allen's eyes sank.

11 years?

What mouse can live 11 years?

He showed a hint of coldness almost imperceptibly, but was concealed by that gentleness.

He tolerated, "This class is the last practice class. If you don't mind, I can lend you Tita for practice."

Tita paused, and opened her big brown eyes.

It tilted its head and raised its dull hair, as if silently protesting Alan's decision.

Allen smiled, glanced at it secretly, raised his hand and scratched its chin, picked it up and put it on the table.

Tita tilted her head, as if realizing something, she took the initiative to jump and nestled next to the mouse.

Allen suggested, "Ron, why don't I hold Scabbers for you? The two of them are too close together. I'm afraid we won't be able to tell who the spell hit?"

Ron was amused by him, and he readily picked up the mouse and handed it over.

Allen picked it up so naturally and smoothly.

So that everyone in the classroom didn't notice, he just wrapped the mouse with magic power, without touching it at all.

Only Draco glanced this way.

...This blond jerk is willing to touch a mouse?This mouse...is there something wrong with it?

Master Malfoy, who had penetrated the mystery, tried his best to maintain his expression, restrained from looking over there, and even gave Harry a sideways glance,

"What are you looking at, Scarhead? Hurry up and practice - lest you fail the exam and make Allen ashamed because of you!"

Harry: ...?

The poor savior looked back uncertainly, looked at the perfect goblet he conjured up, and tilted his head in doubt.