Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Chapter 163 Protective Formation Atlas

Dumbledore sat up in amazement.

He raised his eyes and took over the one-inch-thick magic formation draft.

The old headmaster was stunned for a moment, and hesitated, "...Does the teleportation array need so many patterns?"

Allen also looked at him uncertainly, "...Don't you know that Hogwarts has three layers of protective formations. If you want to join the teleportation formation, you must first straighten out the original large formation?"

The old and the young stared at each other, both a little dazed.

After a while, Allen realized something, stood up slowly, and asked, "...you haven't understood this all along, have you?"

With a guilty conscience, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, and quickly flipped through the thick book of protective formations.

——He always thought that it would be enough to carve a layer out of thin air, and he even wondered whether Flamel taught this child seriously.

Alan:  …

He took a deep breath and tried to convince himself to sit down.

"If the teleportation array could be engraved directly, the students would have been lazy for a long time—why would the October cold make them catch the flu, and the medical wing would be crowded again?"

Dumbledore looked at the book carefully, trying to divert his attention, "Oh, so the inner protective circle of Hogwarts looks like this!"

Alan:  …

Is that an exaggeration, sir?

Facing such an old urchin, he had no choice but to drink black tea and wait for the other party to finish the booklet.

Dumbledore quietly raised his eyes and glanced at him, seeing that he had calmed down, he carefully observed the blueprint of the protective formation.

... Anyway, it's all worth it!

This is probably the first time in thousands of years since the founder completed the defense formation, he knew the whole picture of the defense formation?

At the beginning, Allen thoughtfully drew the general composition of Hogwarts' inner protection.

The eight-story castle and the two-story basement each have a layer of protective magic. They are connected to each other, and at the same time, they are integrated with the protective formation of the entire castle.

Most of this inch-thick kraft paper booklet contains specific graphics for each layer of protective array.

Of course, Allen didn't forget to draw the protective array on the stairs that act as a connection.

Dumbledore flipped through the book in amazement, lamenting this great project.

The old headmaster blinked his blue eyes lightly, looked at Allen lovingly, and asked, "Then, dear little prince, have you finished drawing the teleportation array?"

Allen snorted softly, and delivered the blueprint of the teleportation array.

"Now, the only thing left is to determine the specific location of the teleportation array——

"You can discuss with the deans and report to the school board to go through the process."

The blond boy shook the black teacup in his hand, and said, "Malfoy and I agreed, and the other school directors should have no objections."

Dumbledore smiled and stroked his white beard.

"Ah... what a frightening young man!"

He observed Allen's teleportation array, and exclaimed, "It is indeed a fusion of mutual protection and protection, very delicate."

The old headmaster waved his magic wand, and the phoenix patron saint radiating white light floated out, loyally guarding his side.

He said softly, "Oh, please go and inform the four principals, and ask them to come to the principal's office to discuss the specific address of the teleportation array."

Allen put down his glass gently, got up and said, "I'll take my leave first."

Dumbledore stayed and said, "Oh, Alan, you should stay and discuss too—you have paid a lot for the teleportation array, and you deserve this qualification."

Allen smiled and refused, "No, I still have a lot of homework."

The old man lowered his head slightly, his blue eyes looked through the glasses, and he said helplessly, "But as far as I know, you don't go to divination class anymore..."

"—with Professor Trelawney's permission."

Allen cut off his words calmly, "If you have understood that class, you should know what she said to me."

Dumbledore gently closed his palms, and winked his eyes like an old urchin, "But, Alan—with all due respect, Professor Trelawney predicts the death of several students every year. But..."

He sighed and said, "However, none of the students got into trouble because of her 'prophecy'."

Allen smiled and nodded, "Of course, I know those are just a few false remarks, but this does not prevent me from being tired of prophecy."

He looked at the brochure of the protective formation, and said softly, "Sir, maybe the prophecy is just a psychological suggestion?

"—Or, the prophecy is a complete hoax."

The blond boy took a step back, "You can discuss the location of the teleportation array with the deans. After the school board approves, I will describe the teleportation array."

Dumbledore watched him leave with a headache, and tilted his head to look at the protective formation booklet in his hand.

The old man muttered, "This really backfired."

He smiled awkwardly as he remembered the scene when he had hired Trelawney.

If it was Trelawney...

——This is indeed an unbelievable prophet.