Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Allen held Fox and arrived at the principal's office in the light of the phoenix, Dumbledore had already set up a table full of candies.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked,

"Why so much sugar today? Did you just buy it?"

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, his blue eyes looked at him through the half-moon lenses, and he shrugged slightly.

"Ah...the old man has so many things to do, he can't take care of them. But it seems that a kind person bought candy for me, and bought two..."

He pursed his lips, took a Zizi honey candy, and complained half-truthfully.

"The problem is the cash on delivery, which cost me a full 59 Galleons."

As he spoke, the old man seemed to really complain.

He looked at Alan helplessly, and explained, "You know, my monthly salary is only seventy Galleons!"

Allen gave a perfect smile.

He hugged Fox and sat in the opposite armchair, took a piece of chocolate, and said briskly, "It's okay, I'll pay the bill for you—provided you share the candy with me."

Dumbledore chuckled.

He touched the corners of his eyes and said, "No problem, kid."

They talked like old friends for many years, and the unhappiness before had never happened.

Allen ate some candy with him, and asked, "Is it difficult to communicate with Durmstrang? Why is there no news?"

Dumbledore gnawed on the chocolate, blinked, looked at him from left to right, and muttered, "Maybe so, maybe not..."

He swallowed the chocolate, reached out for another chocolate ball, and peeled off the candy wrapper intently.

He coughed lightly and assured, "Next weekend, or next weekend, there will be a conclusion."

Allen looked at him suspiciously and gave him a perfect smile.

He trusted, "That's up to you, sir."

Maybe Allen's performance has won Dumbledore's trust, or maybe Allen's desire has won the pity of the other party...

When the school was almost a month old, the matter of Allen's going to Durmstrang finally came to a conclusion.

That day, Draco went to the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, and Allen had already ordered everything, and stayed in the dormitory to read the history of the pure-blood family.

The flames of the phoenix suddenly burst into flames in the dark green Slytherin bedroom.

Also brought a letter from Dumbledore.

The letter stated that he was to be taken to Durmstrang next Sunday.

Yes, arrive on Sunday and be ready for class on Monday.

Allen looked at the note quietly, calmly handed Fox a box of macarons, and sent Phoenix away.

He carefully looked at the circled font on the note, it seemed that the cellar was too cold, and his cold hands trembled uncontrollably.

Before it was clear, I was still looking forward to death...

But things really took shape, and he became afraid instead.

He pressed his hands on the table, raised his shoulder blades slightly, squeezed out the folds of his white shirt, and trembled uncontrollably.

His breath seemed to sink into the ice cellar, and his breath brought a chill of fear.

by gods

I, Prince of Cornwall, future king, your most loyal servant, have mercy!

……

The day before Allen's departure, the snakes hosted a small dinner party in the common room.

They put on their dresses very seriously and expressed their congratulations one after another.

Allen socialized with them for a while.

Although it was a social occasion, he was so happy that he didn't even hold back a small glass of wine.

Draco looked over worried.

——This is a master who will get drunk after eating six bonbons!

He paid attention to this side, and saw that Alan's eyes were blurred, and he sat obediently in the armchair, and he was going to continue clinking glasses with those little snakes...

Draco strode over.

He has calmed down a lot recently, and he has a lot more right to speak in Slytherin.

Right now, with just one look from him, he stopped many people who wanted to continue drinking with Allen.

He said softly, "Your Highness, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to tell you."

Allen looked at him, blinking gently.

Fortunately, the crown prince's brain was not completely burnt by alcohol, he got up cooperatively, followed Draco smoothly to the second floor, and returned to the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he seemed to have walked into a safe place, childishly tore off the tie that strangled his neck, and grabbed Draco dazedly.

He whispered, "Draco?"

Draco responded.

The bastard continued, "Malfoy?"

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose and replied again with a headache.

Allen smiled softly, looked at Draco who was helpless to him in a daze, and ordered, "Draco, offer your loyalty to me."

Draco responded perfunctorily, tucking him into the bed.

Allen pulled his wrist stubbornly, emphatically, "Draco, offer me your allegiance!"

Draco had no choice but to half kneel beside the bed, watching him helplessly, and assured him, "I, Draco Malfoy, offer my allegiance to you!

"Come on, sleep well! You have to go to Durmstrang tomorrow!"

Allen let go of his hand and watched the little peacock pull down the curtain, blocking his view.

He heard Draco mutter,

"What an outrageous amount of alcohol, you can get drunk like this with a small glass..."

"I still have to lie to you..."

He tilted his head tiredly and heard the sound of the door closing.

Perhaps he has long been aware of the future deviation between the two.

Allen thought.

He actually hoped that Draco would always be that rambunctious little peacock, taking his share, and going on rambunctious.

but……

He groomed him to be the real Malfoy.

Allen opened his eyes, raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and said softly,

"Maybe there's a twist... All houses are dwarfed by Slytherins in flattery."

...not to mention that it was a Malfoy who was used to seeing the wind turn the rudder.

Salazar floated up to him without a sound, his face so stinky that it looked like ink had been splashed on it.

Allen coaxed him casually, and said tactfully,

"It's a pity that the ethos of Slytherin House is so unhealthy, isn't it ruining the founder's integrity?"

Snake Ancestor's complexion looked better now.

He hissed, "What the hell have we Slytherins done, you little bastard who doesn't focus on building the wizarding world!"

Allen hugged the pillow rather innocently, "You are wronged, ancestor!"

He snapped his fingers and reasoned.

"Look, I held a primary school, introduced Muggle fashion trends, built elevators for the Ministry of Magic, and created a teleportation array for Hogwarts..."

He pretended to be good,

"Just be content! Compared to Voldemort, who killed half the population of the wizarding world, I'm a pretty good junior!"

Salazar's face was contorted with anger.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "I actually have such a shameless descendant!"

"In front of me, what are you pretending to do!"

Salazar was almost pissed off.

He finally couldn't help but roared, "You didn't get any benefit from what you did. If you do one thing, you can control a group of people! And leave a good reputation for being gentle and tolerant!"

Allen smiled and let him scold.

He was so happy today, even though he was drunk after taking a sip of wine, it was also a bit good-even if he was nestled in the curtain, his eyes would be shining brightly.

He smiled with the innocence of a child.

"Thank you ancestors for your appreciation. I think I am the best Slytherin of this era."

Those sea blue eyes are gentle and elegant.

On the surface, he looked at the ancestor who lost his temper gently and patiently, but his eyes were full of indifference and indifference.

Alan Wen said,

"Ancestor, I'm going to Durmstrang tomorrow, please don't disturb me."

"Good night."