Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Lance Loren walked into Sandringham Palace for the first time that night.

Being personally guided by the Crown Prince is an unprecedented honor in the millennium.

He put on a black overcoat, which added a touch of rigor to the gentleness.The light purple eyes lightly passed over the snowy garden and landed on the warm brick-red palace.

He lowered his eyes slightly, trying to restrain the coldness in his bones.

...Lance Loren doesn't like snowy nights.

I don't even like Christmas on a snowy night.

Fortunately, His Highness is here.

His heart was beating so hard it nearly broke his ribs.

Lance exhaled lightly.

Allen looked back and said softly, "Don't be nervous, Lance. Your Majesty has always known you."

He walked forward slowly, walked into the palace, let the attendants take off his coat, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the gentle knight commander handing over the coat with some restraint.

"Oh... I haven't seen you like this before."

Lance held the mirror frame restrainedly, smiled embarrassingly, "Please forgive me."

He was born in an orphanage, and he has heard countless calls since he was a child. Since childhood, he has developed the habit of not causing trouble to others and doing his best to take care of others.

It is inevitable...

I feel that I don't deserve too much beauty.

Until he received the admission letter from Hogwarts, he thought he could run towards his own happiness.

But after graduation, the reality of the magic world shattered his seven years of wonderful dreams...

If he really deserves happiness, if there is a God and Merlin, why let him be so wandering?And inflict a lot of suffering?

After graduation, Lance didn't want to go back to the Muggle world.

There, he only had the sensitivity and helplessness in his memory. He thought that with his full Newts certificate and his real talents and knowledge, he would definitely have a place in the magic world.

But he bumped into walls everywhere, and finally, relying on his handsome appearance, he successfully got a job as a temporary clerk in a convenience store.

The owner has been running this small convenience store for three generations.

His great-grandfather came from ordinary people.

After three generations, his grandfather became a half-blood, and his father became a pure-blood in a broad sense. By his time, the shopkeeper who had been immersed in the wizarding world since childhood had become a staunch supporter of pure-blood.

On the day he hired Lance, he straight up said,

"Oh, Loren, you're a Muggleborn! You know, I gave you this job so you wouldn't freeze to death outside and starve to death, you have to thank me!"

He critically looked up and down the poorly dressed Lance, and said,

"Look how poor you are! Smells like a Muggleborn... just a good face, sure to attract a lot of witches."

"Ten copper knuts a month and you can live in the kitchen and manage a hard bread a day! Do you like it!"

Ten Copper Knuts?

Can't even afford a butterbeer.

Not to mention bread.

At that moment, Lance met the future keenly.

—He will definitely get out of here.

but……

Forgive him for temporarily suppressing his pride because he needs that morsel of bread to keep him alive.

At that time, he had been starving for almost a week, and he could barely swallow a mouthful of rotten food to hang himself.

The owner of the convenience store gave him a good old suit and asked him to dress it up and stand in front of the door to greet customers every day.

Lance tried his best to smile gently, but there was always a gloomy look in his brows.

The hard bread delivered by the shopkeeper is only the size of a palm, which is not enough for a grown man.

But for Lance at the time, that was pretty good too.

Before it was time to pay wages, Lance, who was penniless, could only feel wronged here.

In the daytime, he is the brooding gentleman who takes the ladies of the small village by storm.

It even brought him more scolding from shopkeepers.

——The store owner didn't dare to beat him, because his all-o newts certificates showed his strength.

At night, wearing his ragged clothes, he half-lyed by the kitchen, huddling himself into a ball under the attack of the cold wind.

Lance Loren is hardly crying anymore.

Maybe it was because he was wronged too much, and no one cared about him, so he couldn't cry.

His Highness always felt that he had wronged him by standing beside the four-poster bed.

But His Highness never knew that he once leaned against the cold wall like that and endured it for half a year.

Guarding His Highness's dream, guarding by one's own belief, how can it be called wronged?

Until the winter snowy night three years ago.

It was also close to Christmas.

The shopkeeper hangs Christmas decorations on the wall and taunts him again with vitriol,

"What are you looking at, Loren? You're just a homeless wretch. I took you in, so you won't be digging outside like a dog!"

"What are you doing in a daze, go wash your clothes!"

At the moment when the dirty clothes were thrown in the face, Lance endured for six months, and the string in his mind finally snapped.

He clenched his fists tightly, his light purple eyes were full of anger, and he looked coldly at the opposite shopkeeper.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, and said, "Mr. Kewell, I am a rare Hogwarts graduate with a full o.

"Like you, I am also a wizard, please restrain your words!"

The shopkeeper folded his arms confidently, with a strange air of yin and yang,

"Oh? An outstanding graduate of Hogwarts? Look at your down-and-out look! Know Malfoy? That's the dignity of a wizard!"

he sneered,

"It wasn't like this when you begged me to work for you! What, the wings have grown hard? Well, if you have the ability, get out of here!"

He viciously collected the silver Sickles and copper Knuts piled up randomly on the table, and spat,

"Nothing! A dirty Muggleborn!"

Gritting his teeth tightly, Lance said indifferently,

"Mr. Kewell, you should at least learn to respect others! Wealth cannot measure a person's possessions! Bloodline is not the criterion for judging a person's future!"

Kewell dumped a bunch of mixed Sickle and Nat into the box, picked it up vigilantly, and looked Lance up and down.

He seemed to think that Lance, anticipating this, would steal his fortune.

Lance smiled absurdly and insisted,

"You should respect me! Ten copper knuts, and even two letters from the owl! You neglected my labor and did not give me equal value!"

The owner seemed to have seen some strange creature.

He put down his money box heavily, strode over in a rough voice, and pushed Lance out the door yelling.

He said viciously, "You're fired, you dirty Muggleborn, get out! Don't let me see you again, or I'll break your leg!"

Lance stood like that in the snow up to his knees.

Heavy snow fell in swirls, almost covering him.

Such... a disgusting snowy night.

Such a disgusting Christmas.

That day, Lance huddled under the tree roots, drew out his wand, and cast the warming spell with his arms stiff, but because of his poor body function, he couldn't guarantee enough magic power.

He was frozen in the snow for three days and three nights.

On Christmas night, he robbed Kwell's store of coins.

He didn't hurt anyone, he just took away his six months' salary according to the normal salary of the wizarding world - eleven Sickles per month.

17 silver coins can be exchanged for 1 gold Galleon.

29 Copper Nats for 1 Silver Sickle.

Lance owned three Galleons of gold and eleven Sickles of silver.

He bought himself second-hand clothes, ate a full meal, wandered around, and finally fled into Knockturn Alley under the pursuit of a dark wizard who was also a Muggle.

There, he tried his best to keep his heart.

But he still killed people.

Sorry, there, you can't live without killing.

He tried his best to gather the little Muggleborn wizards together, hoping that everyone would be able to live together in Knockturn Alley with enough food and clothing.

After experiencing countless gang fights, assassinations and betrayals, he became more suspicious and cautious, and his vision of seeing people continued to improve.

He was found that day after Diana, Alger, and Valentine rescued several members of the Knockturn Alley Self-Help Group.

He could tell at a glance that these three students were all inexperienced students.

But he was still so suspicious that he dared not trust easily.

It wasn't until Diana took out the handwriting of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the badge of the Crown Prince, and all the materials of the "Muggle Seed Liaison Committee" within Hogwarts that he convinced himself and tried his best to trust them.

Lance hated himself for being like this.

That day, he followed Diana and the others into the safe house, but he was actually ready to die.

But did not expect ...

He really saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The blond hair was so dazzling that it immediately illuminated Lance's dark and messy heart.

His light purple eyes flickered, and he saw the concerned crown prince in front of him.

Allen was quite worried, but smiled helplessly.

He took off the gemstone brooch on his chest, stepped forward, placed it next to the contact badge on Lance's heart, and patted it lightly.

Lance stared at him blankly, and heard him say, "Chief Knight, you are the best knight in the world. It is my honor to have your assistant."

He heard him say, "I present you my brooch, and your command is my suggestion."

The pampered right hand was pressed against his heart, and there was firm confidence in the sea blue eyes, and he said softly,

"Lance, fight for me!"