Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This night, a certain little peacock's emotions fluctuated too much.

After a while, he was so sleepy that he went to wash up, and then retreated into his bed curtain.

Alan reported today's affairs to Edward as usual, and now he and the king no longer let Tita and Selene run around, but directly use the contact badge to send messages.

Edward simply fell in love with the convenience.

Occasionally, Allen doesn't look at the contact badge for a whole day, and can have a backlog of more than a dozen messages by night.

The blond boy answered every question of the king patiently.

He still wrote all the content on the letter paper, photographed it with a contact badge and sent it, then sealed the letter paper, marked the date, and stored it in a temporary mailbox.

Waiting for Sunday, Tita will bring the weekly report to Edward.

This is a new way of getting along between the king and his son.

Allen yawned restrainedly, with casual elegance, he got up, took out his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

The next day, Alan was awakened by the biological clock in a dream, and he was groggy.

He didn't get up in a hurry, rubbed his forehead slowly, recalling the details of his dream.

In the dream, he successfully cracked the sealing circle at the entrance of the secret room and solved the secret room incident.

He then gained Fudge's trust by using the teleportation array, which replaced the elevator's role in the internal communication of the Ministry of Magic.

Malfoy kept persuading Fudge because of benefits, and finally succeeded in obtaining the right to host the Hogwarts Primary School.

……

Allen remembered every detail of the dream, and they formed a huge plan by themselves, and everything was intertwined.

He still remembered the cheerful smiles of the little Muggleborn wizards, cheering to graduate, and then cheering to find the right job, to live free and dignified in the wizarding world.

Allen laughed, he half lifted the bed curtain, looked into the dark bedroom, and sat up slowly.

...he was really bewildered.

The blond crown prince reflected, telling himself that fantasy is useless and must be grounded in reality.

He gently closed his eyes, half leaned against the head of the bed, and put this chaotic dream into the memory palace to seal it up, so that the dream illusion would not disturb his memory of reality.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of Allen's lips.

Originally, he grew up alone in the castle, because of his unique talent, he was separated from everyone, and his noble status made everyone treat him cautiously.

Until he was three years old, Edward began to arrange for him to teach.

Teachers noticed his excellent memory ability.

The king was also happy about it.

But soon, they discovered the problems brought about by this super memory——

Allen would confuse what happened over days, months, or even years.

He even connects simple mathematical laws like 1+1 with the chaotic calculus, even if he hasn't learned these lessons yet, just glanced at them.

One second he wanted to open the letter, and the next second he saw the letter opener, and began to look for the weapon atlas, and he got in touch with the book for no reason, and then stood in the study blankly facing the countless tall bookshelves.

Edward was worried.

Countless famous doctors and experts were secretly invited to the royal palace for countless consultations.

This is an unprecedented disease.

Experts are at a loss.

Edward had to hold Allen every night. When other children fell asleep listening to sleep stories peacefully, he could only sort out the memories of the day for his own children and tell him that this was what happened today.

Allen's mind was jumping.

He listened to Edward's narration, but connected many things that happened day and night in a chaotic way.

He said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I tried to control them, but they didn't listen to me."

Edward had no choice but to pat him gently, coaxing him to sleep first, and continue to straighten out his memory tomorrow.

This churning chaos lasted until Alan was seven years old.

The king's countless nights of sorting out his memory made Allen gradually develop the concept of time.

He might not be able to tell what he did every day, but he could tell what the king said.

——On February 2, I was relaxing in the garden, picked a rose, and went to see the science of rose planting with the housekeeper and grandpa.

——On February 2, I attended an event with His Majesty and helped an old woman pick up a cane.

—— On February 2th, I took a calculus class. The teacher was Wynyard. She was a woman with blond hair and liked bright red lipstick.

……

He is so well-behaved and cute, so stable and gentle that no one can see his problem.

Except for the king and the old steward who get along day and night.

Every night, he had to report his thoughts to the king, including every detail, even if these thoughts were so chaotic.

The king gradually discovered that Allen could distinguish what happened every day from memory and repeated words.

It's not so much that he's getting better, it's that he's forced himself to remember the details, so that he can distinguish each visitor.

But it also made the king ecstatic.

He vaguely found a way to suppress this memory confusion.

- Memory Palace.

Edward invited the best professor, an old professor who studies human memory, and a professor who has a deep understanding of how to improve memory.

Allen's impression of him was——

Professor Parker, male, 60 years old, with gray hair, square glasses, likes light blue shirts with big red sweaters.

The old professor mercifully kept the secret.

Every time he came to the palace, he would wear exactly the same clothes and wear the same hairstyle to ensure that he would not cause any confusion to Allen.

With his help, Allen built his own memory palace.

His memories before the age of seven were too chaotic, and he couldn't sort them out in the end, so he could only seal them up at the bottom of the memory palace.

His memory was still muddled, and all the fragments still came scrambling to disturb him when he was thinking about something.

After that, though, he had a place to store his memories.

All of Allen's learning and thinking depended on the memory palace.He has become accustomed to ignoring all the complicated fragments, and only looking for what he needs in the memory palace.

Since the age of seven, the memories of every moment of every day have been clearly arranged in the memory palace by Allen.

They are like a tall pavilion, more magnificent than all libraries in the world.

If anyone can see the grand scene, he will admire the suffering.

It was a memory library.

Rising from the ground floor, a tower piercing the sky was built, just like the tower leading to heaven in the Bible.

It is also the name Allen gave to his memory tower - Tower of Babel.

...let him go to heaven.

Memories from before the age of seven were generally imprisoned at the bottom, without seeing the light of day.

The memory after the age of seven, every day is a small layer, which is carefully arranged, layer by layer.

Every year, Allen would rearrange the memories of that year, and then put a golden compartment on the conscious level.

so brilliant.

He didn't know how the other children were raised.Before coming to Hogwarts, he thought that all children had the same distress as him.

But obviously not.

They don't seem to need to sort out their memory every day, and they don't need to rely on forced memory to distinguish the people and things they encounter every day.

...they can forget.

Allen even envied Neville, this little boy who could forget everything.

But this envy quickly turned into sympathy——

This poor child has such a poor memory because he has witnessed the scene where his parents were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and has been cast with the Forgetting Curse too many times.

Allen smiled lightly.

...It turns out that everyone has their own suffering.

He lightly crossed himself on his chest, begging God for mercy.

Straightening out dreams takes too much time.

When Allen reacted, his magic power was being seduced by someone's contact badge.

——It’s the Knight Commander.

He raised his hand and cast the Silencing Charm and Confusion Charm, lit the small lamp next to him, and connected the call.

"Knight Commander? Good morning."

The slightly hoarse voice was so exhausted that the knight commander on the opposite side couldn't help but pause.

Lance's silver hair gleamed in a Ravenclaw call halo, and his pale lavender eyes were a little guilty.

He asked, "Are you just getting up, did I disturb you?"

Allen gently knocked the head of the bed, and picked up the glass of milk that appeared out of thin air.

"No, Lance. I'm sober."