Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The three little lions originally planned to tell Allen what they found last night.

But they obviously didn't stand a chance.

After class, Professor McGonagall happily took the blond crown prince to find Dumbledore.

Draco packed his things, patted his backpack on Crabbe and Goyle, directed them to go to the cafeteria first, and then looked at them with folded arms.

"Are you looking for Allen?"

Harry nodded hesitantly, "...we can talk about it later."

Sure enough, they were still not used to sharing privacy with Draco.

With Malfoy's unkindness, they could be satirized from head to toe beyond recognition.

Draco narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, and his gray-blue eyes stared at them coldly, "Is this what you Gryffindors call friendship?"

The three little lions blushed, and after a while, Hermione apologized to Draco very sincerely, and then intermittently mentioned the three-headed dog.

Malfoy certainly lived up to expectations.

The platinum boy crossed his arms and slightly raised his eyebrows, "I assume your brains are bigger than the trolls.

"If you still have the ability to think a little bit, you should know how to avoid danger, instead of rushing up recklessly and stupidly!

"Merlin's beard!"

Malfoy exclaimed, "Even a troll wouldn't be so stupid!"

"Hey!" Ron blushed.

The little witch stomped her feet in embarrassment, "I reminded them!"

Draco sneered, "Then you haven't gone yet?"

Harry took a deep breath, "Listen, Draco! I didn't come to argue with you! — that three-headed dog is guarding what's in the Gringotts 713 vault!"

The gray-blue eyes were calm for a moment.

Platinum Peacock said slowly, "Oh...I will tell Alan."

These words expressed intimacy in the open and in the dark, making the savior narrow his eyes with some anger.

Yes, there was a fire burning in his heart inexplicably.

so funny!

Harry thought, he was the one who lived with His Highness for a month!

Why does it seem that Malfoy is closer to His Highness!

The bridge of friendship that was so easily built by the savior and the pure-blood nobles was in jeopardy in less than a day.

Fortunately, the little witch inadvertently interrupted the strange atmosphere between them.

"Okay! Anyway, His Highness has left, what are we doing here?"

She pulled one at the same time, ignoring Draco's resistance, and pulled the two of them out of the classroom, "It's time to eat!"

"You boys! Oh!"

On the other side, it is located in the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle.

Across a table of sumptuous food, Professor McGonagall straightened his back, held his wand in both hands, and said something excitedly.

The old man with the white beard calmly listened to the witch's praise of the blond crown prince.

And the center of the topic between the two is eating lunch gracefully and gently.

By the time Professor McGonagall praised him enough, Allen had eaten enough.

He wiped his mouth lightly, then picked up another handkerchief and wiped each finger carefully.

Dumbledore looked at him with calm blue eyes.

The old man asked, "Little prince, feel the magic factor in the air, this is a topic that students never pay attention to.

"When did you have such an idea?"

Allen replied truthfully, and then said, "This experiment was a success, wasn't it? The magic power flows to me like water from a high place."

He gently stretched out his hand and pointed at the air, "I can even feel them, they all like me."

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

Appropriate talent is admirable, but excessive talent is a little scary.

The old man pondered, "You said just now that you wanted to feel the flow of magic power from your classmates—did you feel it?"

Allen looked into his eyes, his heart sank slowly.

Professor McGonagall dissatisfied, "Oh, Albus! After Alan felt the magic power, he almost collapsed! He has no energy left to feel anything else!"

The cat professor seemed to have misunderstood what Dumbledore meant.

She thought the old Headmaster was expecting the fruits of genius.

Allen pursed his lips.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly.

"No, Professor. I've tried to feel it—I can't feel it."

Professor McGonagall patted his head, "You are already very good, Alan! Don't force yourself!"

The blond crown prince slightly lowered his eyes, as if he was lost at the final defeat.

Those eyes are as deep as the sea, hiding an unknown storm.

He really didn't have time to sense the magical flow of the little wizards.

But he wanted the old man's peace of mind.

Therefore, no matter what he will gain on the road of magic induction in the future, he will get nothing!

Dumbledore looked at him for a while, and said softly, "Oh, Ellen, have some mango pudding! You like this, don't you?"

Encouraged by Professor Mao Mao, Allen ate two whole pieces of mango pudding.

If it wasn't for him pretending to be uncomfortable, Professor Maomao would still give him a piece.

Allen has almost never felt this kind of care from female elders.

He bit the pudding bit by bit with connivance and helplessness until his stomach was completely filled.

Dumbledore seemed finally relieved, waved his wand with a smile, packed him a large bag of desserts, and cast a shrinking spell so that he could put it in his pocket.

"Oh, little prince, don't forget your lessons on Friday!"

The old man blinked mischievously, "Please remember the mango pudding."

Allen said goodbye with a smile, and slowly moved out of the principal's office.

As soon as he went out, his face quickly turned cold - this vigilance and suspicion are really tiresome.

Perhaps Voldemort was right.

Allen turned his eyes, glanced at the door of the principal's office, and walked down the stairs step by step.

In the principal's office, the serious witch looked at Dumbledore angrily,

"Oh, Albus, you shouldn't be pushing the kid too hard—how can a first-year wizard feel the magic factor?"

Dumbledore said softly, "Yes, Minerva. How can any little wizard feel the magic factor in the first year?"

Professor McGonagall gradually calmed down, she realized what the old man meant, she closed her mouth angrily, and couldn't help but say,

"You know it well, that kid has always been serious and eager to learn. As the crown prince, he is also very serious and responsible!

"I'll say—there's no more reassuring child!"

Dumbledore nodded wearily, reassuringly, "Yes, yes, Minerva.

"If it weren't for the appearance of Voldemort, I would indeed be delighted with such a junior, and teach him everything I have learned."

The principal's office fell silent.

Professor McGonagall shook his lips and said, "Oh, oh... I should have thought of it earlier, the mysterious man was also a student of Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore said softly, "Don't you think, sometimes, this little prince is very similar to Tom?"

Extraordinary genius...

The courage to respond to everyone...

Smooth and thoughtful handling...

And, being on good terms with Malfoy...

The old man's shoulders seemed to have collapsed, "Minerva, I'm sorry for my thoughts. But—the wizarding world can't stand the third turmoil!"

Professor McGonagall stood up and paced back and forth in the headmaster's office, stroking the handle of his wand with wrinkled hands.

Finally she said, "We should trust the Crown Prince's sense of responsibility, Albus."