Word had it the Muggle Crown Prince was rich

Clearly, the United Kingdom's only school of magic would not expel their Chosen One.

When Harry arrived in the Great Hall that evening in high spirits, Draco's expression grew even darker.

What a contrary boy.

He didn't want Harry expelled, and now that he'd got his wish, he was unhappy again, Allen thought.

When I write to Father King later, I must ask him to consult a psychologist.

He simply could not understand this peacock!

Just look at that sour face!

Harry could not care less about Draco's sour face. He ran straight over to Allen and tugged him toward the Gryffindor table.

Allen followed helplessly and ended up sandwiched between Harry and Hermione, a lone spot of green in a sea of red.

Hermione's face was flushed. Without realizing it, she kept kneading her robes until the fabric was thoroughly crumpled.

Harry tried to lean in and speak into Allen's ear, but a look from Allen made him retreat guiltily. Then his excitement returned, and he whispered,

"Your Highness! I've been chosen as Seeker!"

Allen chuckled. "Congratulations! I remember first-years aren't allowed to play Quidditch. You actually got Hogwarts to make an exception? What an exceptional talent!"

Harry looked a little shy, his green eyes sparkling. "I'm not that good!"

"I remember Professor Dumbledore saying your father was very good at Quidditch too!"

"That's right!"

Harry grew even happier, his grin practically stretching around to the back of his head.

-That was hardly elegant. It seemed a month of Allen's subtle influence had been utterly defeated by Gryffindor exuberance.

Allen could only listen helplessly as Harry continued in a voice that remained excited despite being lowered,

"My father was a Seeker too! I even saw his medal in the Trophy Room!"

Puzzled, Allen straightened his robes and asked, "What suddenly made you think of visiting the Trophy Room?"

Harry was a little embarrassed. He had been so eager to see his father's trophy back then...

But Hogwarts was simply too interesting, and there was plenty of coursework too. He could barely find the time.

In the end, he had only found the Trophy Room after Hermione reminded him.

Allen was momentarily speechless.

He thought of Quirrell and the Dark Lord at noon, then looked at the Chosen One before him. For a moment, he genuinely could not tell who would win.

Voldemort might have been reduced to living as a parasite in someone else's body, but the Chosen One before him was altogether too carefree...

He turned to the blushing Hermione beside him and offered an encouraging smile. "I remember you, Miss Granger. You're a very hardworking, very clever young witch!"

Now even Hermione's neck turned red.

She buried her head in her arms and did not lift it again, even when Allen left.

Allen could only turn back to Harry and ask, "So, you'll be joining Gryffindor's Quidditch training now?"

Harry nodded firmly and proudly puffed out his chest.

Fred and George came over. "Hi, little prince!"

Standing together, they spoke in turn, one on each side. "Gryffindor Beaters-"

"Fred!"

"George!"

"At your service!" they said together.

Allen looked at them with interest. "Hello, Messrs. Weasley!"

Fred and George exchanged a glance, nudged Harry aside, and took their places on either side of Allen.

"Oh, little prince, those Muggle ointments of yours work wonders!"

"That huge bruise from the Quaffle-"

"Cleared up in no time!"

"Could you give us some?" they asked together.

"Our kind little prince wouldn't refuse, would he, Fred?"

"Of course not, George!"

"We'd like a little extra! Our father..."

"Absolutely loves Muggle products!"

Allen had been listening with a smile, but at those words, he raised his eyes and took a proper look at the twins.

Amid their lively banter, he nodded. "Of course!"

As though casually, he said, "Mr. Weasley likes Muggle products? I could send him some."

"That would be brilliant!"

Fred and George exclaimed, draping their arms over Allen's shoulders. "Speaking of which, the Muggle Crown Prince is very rich, isn't he?"

"We heard Hogwarts has a new Muggle School Governor, and every Muggle-born student has received an extra ten Galleons in funding!"

Allen gave a soft cough.

Harry, who had spent plenty of time with him, immediately sat up straight. He quietly drew Fred aside and explained the rule against casually touching members of the Royal Family.

Fred and George exchanged a glance, raised their eyebrows, and went right back to talking to Allen.

-This time, without putting their arms around his shoulders.

Lively as the twins were, they seemed quite well-mannered.

...Or perhaps it was simply respect for a future financial backer?

Let us return to the scene.

George continued, "Would you like to invest in us, Your Highness?"

Fred produced a pile of sweets. "These are all our own creations and inventions!"

"You can try one!"

"We guarantee you'll find a surprise!" they said together.

Both grinned wickedly.

Allen examined the sweets curiously. They came in different sizes, with colorful exteriors, a sugary aroma, and all sorts of shapes...

They look like they might taste good?

Since the desserts made by the Hogwarts kitchens were sweet without being cloying and suited his tastes perfectly-

Allen decided to try one.

Harry stared at the pile of sweets in horror.

He could not imagine what Allen, with all his concern for princely dignity, would do after being pranked.

Seeing Allen actually reach for one to taste, Harry immediately caught his hand, swept all the sweets into his own arms, and gave the laughing twins an accusing look.

"Fred! George!"

Harry shouted, "If you dare let His Highness eat even one sweet, forget about getting any funding from him for the rest of your lives!"

Only then did Fred and George stop. They rubbed their chins in thought and reluctantly made a few concessions for the sake of Galleons.

Belatedly realizing what was going on, Allen looked at the pile of sweets-now lying in Harry's arms-then gave the Weasley Twins a look that was not quite a smile.

The twins now had their arms around Harry's neck and brought him in front of Allen.

With wicked grins, they said, "Then, little prince, allow your dear assistant to demonstrate Weasley Sweets for you-"

"George! Bring over the Ton-Tongue Toffee!"

"At your service, clever Fred!" George made a theatrical, imperfect bow with a hand over his heart.

As Harry's tongue suddenly drooped all the way to his chest, even Allen's composed expression cracked a little.

He could hardly imagine that he had nearly eaten something like that!

"Enough!"

He raised a hand to stop the twins from tormenting Harry any further. "Let's discuss the funding."

Those words brought the rampaging twins back to heel.

They promptly abandoned Harry and stood on either side of Allen, their eyes shining. "Have you decided?"

Allen glanced at Harry and asked, "This sweet... hmm, when will the effect wear off?"

"Five minutes!"

The twins jauntily pressed two fingers together and flicked them outward from their foreheads.

"Don't worry about Harry, Your Highness! He's the Chosen One!"

"We wouldn't dare kill the Chosen One!"

They lightly bumped elbows and shared a victorious smile.

Allen looked at them helplessly-he was very bad at dealing with such overly lively, enthusiastic people-and asked again,

"Do you guarantee that the sweets won't harm anyone who eats them?"

"Of course!"

Fred and George said solemnly, "In the name of the Joke God!"

"Besides, before we release anything, we both eat it ourselves to test it!"

Allen nodded thoughtfully, then finally said, "All right. How much do you need?"

Fred and George nudged each other and asked tentatively, "Any amount?"

"Under five thousand!"

Allen said mercilessly, "No more than that!"

Seeing the twins standing there in a daze, Allen frowned slightly. "That's the limit. I can't give you any more!"

Fred and George stared blankly and murmured,

"Oh, Fred!"

"I'm here, George!"

"Is this the boldness of a Crown Prince?"

"Under five thousand!" they mimicked Allen's tone, tears streaming down their faces.

"Oh! These wicked rich people!" they cried together.