Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Lance smiled and stood up following the crown prince's movements.

He is very different now than he first met.

The good and stable life, and the crown prince's absolute trust and reliance have all improved his appearance and mental condition.

At this moment, he was wearing a light gray checkered suit, with a shiny responsible person's badge pinned to his chest. His half-length shoulder-length silver hair shone brightly in the sun, making his light purple eyes as warm as jade.

Allen sighed, "Thank you for your dedication. You are busy with everything outside the school. It is really hard work."

Lance shook his head slightly, and said softly, "It's my honor to serve you."

He said thoughtfully, "Your bouquet and clothes are ready, do you want to go and have a look?"

Allen nodded and said, "That's why I'm here."

The light purple eyes looked at him tenderly, keenly aware of his feeling of disappointment, and waved his hands behind his back, signaling all the responsible persons to step down first, and introduce them next time.

Everyone retreated silently.

Lance smiled, and led the crown prince to the crown prince's suite left on the second floor.

He lowered his voice and asked casually, "Your Highness, what's the matter? If you need anything, please tell me."

Allen laughed, shook his head, and sighed, "It's not a big deal, just to send a teacher off."

Teacher?

Light purple pupils moved, and instantly figured out the key.

... Nicole Flamel?

Lance looked back and saw that Allen was a little hesitant, so he raised his arm halfway intimately, letting the crown prince hold his arm.

He said, "Your Highness, I heard that a few months ago, Voldemort sneaked into Hogwarts and attempted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. In order to ensure the safety of the wizarding world, Professor Dumbledore destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone with the consent of Mr. Nicole Flamel. gone."

Allen smiled and exclaimed, "Not bad sharpness, Knight Commander."

He said calmly, "The teacher told me two days ago that he and his wife were going to sleep. So I asked you to prepare a bouquet and clothes and send him a ride."

Lance lowered his eyes and comforted, "Mr. Flamel is the longest-lived person in the world, if he chooses to die, it must be after careful consideration.

"...Besides, he passed on all his alchemy knowledge to you, so it must have been a peaceful and happy sleep."

Allen nodded and rubbed his forehead.

"I know what you're saying, don't worry—it won't affect me."

Lance looked over vaguely, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

...do you really know your situation?

As it stands, you can't even seem to tell your way.

He led Allen to the suite, explaining several sets of clothes prepared by Miss Christine Kent along the way, and said gently, "You can choose the one you like the most and show it to Mr. Flamel."

Allen smiled and followed him into the door, looking at the master suite on the second floor.

In front of you is the warm and peaceful decoration, the wooden furniture is glowing with well-maintained soft light, the classic bed is placed in the innermost part, separated from the sofa by a warm white shutter door.

The knight commander also specially arranged a reading area for him. The towering bookshelf stands on the left side of the desk, and a few books are symbolically placed on it.

Lance explained, "...I don't know your reading preference, so I haven't placed any books yet. If you can come and stay for a few days during Christmas, you can arrange them yourself."

Allen nodded, sat on the sofa, and said gently, "Please take some clothes for me."

Lance ordered a cup of hot milk for him and handed it to him to warm his hands. Then he opened the closet and took out the three sets of neat and lively clothes.

One set is a black woolen coat with jeans, and gray platform shoes.

One set is a dark gray fur jacket, paired with training-style closed trousers, and a pair of black Martin boots.

In another set, a shirt was worn under a blue sweater, and off-white trousers with striped velvet were paired with a pair of white sneakers.

It is worth mentioning that this suit is worn with a cute carrot-colored knitted hat, and it is also matched with a very cute rabbit fabric brooch.

Allen looked away as if he had been stabbed.

Lance took out the warm wooden box containing the blue sweater, and smiled slightly with downcast eyes.

...His Majesty the King has never prepared such cute clothes for His Highness. For the crown prince who has been restrained and upright since childhood, this set of clothes is really quite a challenge.

He persuaded, "Your Highness, please try it.

"—the elders like this kind of clothes very much! M. Flamel will be very happy if you wear this suit!"

Allen looked at him uncertainly, somewhat indescribable.

But at the insistence of the knight commander, he reluctantly agreed to the other party's request to try it on.

He got up and let Lance unroll his robe.

The Knight Commander naturally took over the job of the waiter and removed every piece of clothing for him.

Lance said guiltily, "There is no waiter here, please feel wronged for the time being."

Allen opened his arms and asked the other party to take off his shirt, and shook his head graciously, "I know, there are more and more little Muggle-born wizards, um...thank you."

He stretched out his hand to put on the blue and white sweater, feeling the warmth brought by the soft wool, and continued,

"...The funds allocated by the royal family are really limited. Although there are also business talents, it is inevitable that some funds will be tight."

The blond boy smiled apologetically, "I even asked you to customize a bouquet for me. It's really expensive."

"What are you talking about!"

Lance put on the coat for him, smoothed every wrinkle carefully, and looked down at him, "Your Highness, without you, we would still be wandering in Knockturn Alley.

"For us, having such a good residence, such a stable life, and a meaningful job is already very satisfying!"

"...What's more, I heard that the royal family's expenses have been reduced this year, and your attendants are much less."

He said softly, "We have wronged you."

Allen comforted softly, "It's all right, I should also thank you - Your Majesty must provide me with bodyguards, but I really don't need this!"

Lance smiled, took out his camera and knelt on the ground, taking pictures of him for preservation.

He got up, undressed Alan, and tried on the next outfit.

Allen said restrainedly, "Maybe I can be sure directly, without trying it on?"

Lance dismissed his request with a smile, and properly changed three sets of clothes for him, washed the photos, and put them in front of him.

"Your Highness, now you can choose one."

Allen took the second photo decisively, "This!"

Lance persuaded, "You think about it again?"

Allen glanced at him and tapped on the first photo, "That's the set."

The knight commander showed a gentle smile, looked at this lively and lovely outfit on him, and asked, "Why don't you consider the third outfit? Mr. Flamel must like this outfit!"

Alan:  …

He tilted his head in confusion, and confirmed, "Are you sure, Knight Commander?"

Lance nodded affirmatively, helped him up, and said, "Then, Your Highness. Shall we go and see the selected bouquet?"

The poor blond crown prince was brought into the living room in a daze.

There is also a medium-sized bouquet in the living room, a few lavender hyacinths are gently surrounded by snow-white gardenias, emitting a rich fragrance.

Lance gently handed the bouquet to Allen.

He looked at the crown prince whose face was half covered by flowers, and smiled softly, "Oh, Your Highness... I think Mr. Flamel will be very happy! Of course, there is also Ms. Perenelle!"

Under the knight commander's words, Allen apparated very uncertainly and returned to Hogwarts.