Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At this time, in the safe house.

Under the leadership of the head knight, the chief external officer, several persons in charge are having a morning meeting.

"...Amber Lawrence, you have worked hard recently. You must spread His Highness's superb alchemy to the ears of the Ministry of Magic's senior management within two weeks. After all, Ceci Nolan's status is low, and her temperament has changed. trust."

Lance spoke calmly, as if it wasn't his old friend.

He continued to dispatch tasks.

"Wade Walter, you are good at attacking magic, please lead a team and continue to look for your compatriots in Knockturn Alley - remember to protect yourself.

"Recently, please act as the leader of the search team——

"Winslow was seriously injured during the last search, you can explain the relevant matters to him."

"Miss Vivienne White, please take care of the Winslow team's injuries, and tell Catherine if you need any potions."

"Miss Catherine Wilde, please remember to do a good job of coordinating the supplies inside the safe house..."

He paused, and looked down at the contact badge pinned to his chest.

The noble crown shone with a light purple light.

He stood up suddenly, showing a gentle smile, "Everyone, Your Highness is coming! Come on, everyone line up to welcome!"

Lance led the crowd down and walked downstairs quickly.

When they saw that familiar figure, they couldn't help slowing down their pace, and they all looked fixedly at the light source in the living room.

It was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, divided into countless small grids by oak grilles.

At this moment, the two ceiling-high windows were wide open, and the breeze faintly blew the gauze curtains beside them, gently brushing past the people standing beside them.

Their Highness stood by the French window, quietly looking at the slightly frozen cold lake outside the window.

This is the season of falling frost.

The morning sun was still a bit cool, and the soft halo fell through the large floor-to-ceiling windows on the profile face of the blond crown prince, casting a shadow on the three-dimensional facial features.

Lance stepped lightly, raised his hand to stop the crowd, and walked slowly to the French window, half-kneeling on the ground, looking at each other with admiration, and said softly, "Your Highness, how are you doing these days?"

He looked up at the light source.

The sun lit up the lavender eyes.

Allen returned to his senses, smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Good morning, Knight Commander."

He stretched out his hand a little slowly, and helped the knight commander who was half kneeling on the ground.

The first time I saw Lance was during the summer vacation of the first grade.

At that time, school was about to start in less than a week, and he had been researching how to seal the vitality of the Sorcerer's Stone, and handed over most of the Muggle seed placement work to Diana.

After rescuing several batches of Muggle-born wizards in Knockturn Alley, he came to see the environment of this safe house in person.

This is his private property.

Located in a villa area on the outskirts of London, it is a good place for rich people to relax on weekends.

However, it is not so much a villa as it is a garden, surrounded by mountains and rivers, full of greenery, surrounded by high walls, and a clear lake.

He decisively bought the remaining two garden-view villas halfway up the mountain, opened up the three sites, and occupied the entire mountainside.

The huge protective circle and confusion circle crashed to the ground, protecting the safe house.

This is not only to accommodate the little Muggle-born wizards, but also to better keep the secrets of the wizards, so as not to let the little Muggle-born wizards fall into danger again.

After that, all resettlement work will be handled by Diana.

He comes here once a week.

That day, Diana insisted that he come to the safe house and be sure to meet this man.

This caught Allen's attention.

What kind of person can Diana value so much?

With such doubts, he apparated here and saw Lance Loren who had been tidied up in a hurry.

This man was about as tall as His Majesty the King, and his figure had grown out. His silver hair was slightly messy and fell on his broad shoulders.

His clothes were not very bright, so that his pale lavender purple eyes were a bit astringent, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Allen skillfully showed a reassuring smile, patted the other party's arm lightly, and comforted, "It's all over, Lance.

"Please live here safely - don't be afraid, you are home!"

He said sincerely, "Thanks for your hard work, Lance! One day, we will make them pay for this bullying, and then protect the immortal dignity of our compatriots!"

Lance stared blankly at the other party, slowly knelt down on the ground, and raised his hand to grab the other party's arm.

dignity……

What an unfamiliar vocabulary.

For three full years since he graduated, he had never been respected with dignity in the wizarding world.

Diana stood next to Allen, whispering his experiences.

"...Your Highness, after arriving in Knockturn Alley, Mr. Loren is still firmly protecting our compatriots. With his extraordinary wisdom, he pulled dozens of compatriots out of the camp of dark wizards.

"...At present, more than half of the compatriots rescued from Knockturn Alley are under the orders of Mr. Loren.

"This is a leader who is very cautious and brilliant... We took out your badge and your handwriting, so please gain his trust."

Those sea-blue eyes raised even more respect, even a hint of admiration.

Allen looked at him deeply, bent down and comforted, "Thank you, Lance."

Lance held that hand tightly, and said, "Your Highness... If you have any order, please do so, Lance Wan will die!"

That is the faith of the desperate.

Valentin couldn't bear to look directly.

He tried to ease the atmosphere, so he said softly, "Your Highness, don't you think that Mr. Loren's name is very similar to the legendary King Arthur's knight commander—Lancelot?"

Lance smiled slightly, and looked at Diana enviously with his light purple eyes.

... Miss, how fortunate to be with His Highness!

He has a talent no less than the opponent, he can stick to his heart in a place like Knockturn Alley, and do his best to protect his compatriots.

... Is he qualified to follow His Highness and make meritorious deeds?

Just as his heart was sinking into the sea of ​​bitterness again,

Allen shook his hand firmly, smiled gently, and invited, "So, respected Mr. Lance Loren, would you like to be my Lancelot? Be my knight commander?"

The light purple eyes were so astonished.

Lance never thought that he could get everything he longed for so easily, and his wish could be realized so gently.

His Highness smiled softly and said, "I would like you to take over the duties of the liaison meeting outside the school—this is indeed a hard job.

"Dear Lancelot, are you willing to work for me, help me, and lead Muggle Seeds to the future?"

Lance looked at the crown prince in front of him, his nose sore.

He knew that he must be extremely embarrassed now, with a messy appearance and a dire situation... But the other party never minded.

He touched his heart firmly and deeply, and said,

"Knight Commander Lance, at your service!"