Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In the early morning of December 12, the sky was still a little dark.

The winter snow was falling in swirls, and it piled up on the eaves of Sandringham Palace until it was crowded and the snow layer fell down.

Bright light shines through the windows, making the snow marks piled up in the corners softer.

From a distance, it almost feels like a fairy tale world.

Allen had breakfast, trying to maintain his smile at the two extra heads on the dining table, he said softly,

"Harry, Draco, I heard that you have been pestering Mr. Smith to learn how to shoot...

"Are you still going today?"

The two of them bit the buttercream buns and nodded as a matter of course.

Edward said gently, "You are still too young, too much shooting practice is not good for your arms. Although Smith has been teaching you gun theory recently, but...

"Don't you think of other entertainment?"

Allen suggested, "Like Transformers?"

Harry and Draco seemed hesitant.

Draco glanced at Allen with a sense of comprehension, and drew Malfoy's standard smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, maybe... we can play for another day? I believe that no wizard can refuse this peculiar weapon!"

Harry nodded happily, "Yes, Your Majesty...they are real firearms after all, I've only seen them on TV before!"

Edward smiled slightly.

He seemed helpless and said, "Okay...if you like it. Please forgive us for our poor hospitality, and we will not arrange other entertainment."

The two boys clapped hands triumphantly.

Allen coughed lightly and motioned for them to sit upright.

Edward raised his hand slightly, "Oh, Alan... Let the children play during the Christmas holidays."

He said gently, "Harry, Draco. In a few days, Alan and I need to fulfill the royal family's Christmas protocol...

"If you don't mind, we will arrange for Triss to accompany you, okay?"

Draco paused, glanced at Allen secretly, and got a light wink from the other party.

He seemed to understand.

The blond jerk is off to do something else!

No matter how you say it, Draco is also a Malfoy, and he has seen Lucius' hypocrisy since he was a child.

He remembered Lucius saying,

[Draco, even if you hate Daphne, or are not interested in talking about girls at all, you still have to do your duty as a host...

This is the cultivation of aristocratic hospitality, don't make yourself look like that dirty red weasel. ]

So Draco figured it out.

As soon as this question is asked, the king and crown prince have fulfilled their duties as masters.

And he...

If you really dare to say that you are not satisfied, I am afraid that you will be thrown out of the castle by Allen...

As the person in charge of Slytherin, Draco immediately raised his hand and stuffed a small bun into Harry's mouth, evoking Malfoy's exclusive smile, nodded politely,

"Your Majesty, please rest assured."

His performance was so rare that Allen almost saw Lucius by illusion.

The king and his son looked at each other, each held up their milk cups, silently saluting.

Allen glanced at Draco and took a sip of the milk.

... This little peacock has really grown.

After everyone had finished eating, the king gently put down his teacup, got up gently, and ended the breakfast.

Allen looked back at Triss, motioning for her to accompany the two guests.

The shrewd royal butler bowed slightly.

Allen smiled lightly, and Apparated away.

the other side--

All the persons in charge have gathered in the safe house, the men are in suits and leather shoes, and the women are in long skirts.

They sat in the meeting room on the second floor, waiting for the arrival of the crown prince.

Lance sat at the head of the side seat at the conference table, leaving Alan the main seat.

He had a lot of materials in his hand, and he was confirming for the last time the related matters that he wanted to report.

Long before the Christmas holiday, Lance had been eagerly looking forward to this day after Allen replied to the text message that he visited the safe house on the 20th.

He wanted to prove to His Highness——

Lance Loren is not useless.

He can take on the heavy responsibility of the knight commander, and he will never disappoint Allen's trust.

At exactly nine o'clock, the contact badge tightly attached to Lance's chest gave off a familiar warmth, and at the same time emitted a faint purple light.

He stood up abruptly, signaled the people in charge with his eyes to get ready, quickly pushed the door open and went downstairs.

...Yes, every time His Highness comes to the safe house, he will wait considerately in the living room.

The knight commander paused, and sure enough, he found Alan in neat clothes on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Allen was wearing a neat dark gray suit and a double-breasted black coat. Seeing him, he nodded gently at him.

Under the twilight of the morning, the blond hair was as bright as midsummer.

Allen said softly, "Good morning, Lance."

Lance stepped forward quickly, half-kneeling by his lap, kissed the back of his hand lightly, and said in a stagnant voice, "...Good morning, Your Highness!"

Allen helped him up, looked at his clothes, and exclaimed, "It's a good match."

He hesitated, "...are your eyes short-sighted?"

The knight commander in front of him was indeed a little different.

He was wearing a light gray double-breasted suit, with neat silver hair, a crisp stand-up collar and a bow tie of the same color as the suit, all showing his solemnity for today.

It is worth noting that he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his straight nose.

This added a touch of sharpness to him, making him look quite elite.

...even a hint of a royal butler.

Lance smiled shyly.

He raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and said in a warm voice, "Don't you think, Your Highness, you look smarter this way?

"—in dealing with the Ministry of Magic, a somewhat sharp appearance seems to work better than gentleness."

Allen thinks so.

Under Lance's guidance, he went to the conference room on the second floor.

Lance still stretched out his arms gently, holding Alan behind him to prevent him from falling.

"Your Highness, the people in charge of various affairs are in the conference room, waiting for your presence. We have many things to report to you..."

he whispered,

"I've been looking forward to this day. I'm always afraid of failing your support, so I never dare to neglect."

Allen shook his head slightly, sighed with a smile, "Lance...you don't need to be so worried, I've always been very relieved of you."

He stopped, turned around from the stairs, and looked at the pair of light purple eyes that were almost at the same level as him.

He says,

"Or—other than His Majesty the King, you are the most reassuring person in this world."

Lance was taken aback.

Those sea blue eyes are so light, but the words he speaks are as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Allen patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said with a firm smile, "Dear Knight Commander, you are my Lancelot!"

Lance looked up at him, staring blankly at him turning around, his light purple pupils focused on the figure behind him.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and adjusted his glasses, hid his tearful smile, and followed Alan's pace with strides.

He raised his hand and opened the door for Allen.

This meeting room is still the same as Allen remembered, and Lance hasn't made much changes.

In the center of the meeting room is a five-meter-long table.

It dates from the Victorian era and has a well-maintained color throughout.

At this moment, a long tablecloth is spread in the center, and matching Windsor chairs of the same color are arranged on both sides, which are gentle and dignified.

The nine persons in charge lined up on both sides and saluted Allen one after another.

The regular dress style almost gave Allen the illusion of a banquet hall.

They bowed and knelt, saluted each, "Your Highness!"

Allen nodded gently, and surrounded by everyone, walked to the main seat in the conference room.

He gently raised his hand, with a gentle smile,

"Gentlemen and ladies—good morning!"

He frowned gently, with some comfort, and said softly,

"In the past six months, you have been in charge of everything outside the school.

"Compared to the utopia inside Hogwarts, you have been facing the cruel truth and dealing with the most difficult matters."

"Perhaps...everyone will feel that they haven't done enough and are not good enough.

"But to me, you are already my invincible knights, clearing away all obstacles in my way!"

He raised his hand to caress his heart, bowed deeply,

"On behalf of His Majesty the King, I thank you all.

"The royal family will always engrave the glory of the kings! It will never disappoint the contributions of the kings!"