Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen was only half full, but was fed by the knight commander, and he ate too much.

He pressed Lance's hand to put the salad on him, and said firmly, "That's enough, Lance—thank you for your thoughtfulness."

He quickly put two buttercream buns on the other party's plate, and reminded, "You haven't eaten much, please hurry up—eat these two buns."

Draco stared at him dumbfounded again.

...the blond jerk!But I've never spoken to him in this tone before!

Lucius glanced over them, and exchanged glances with his wife next to him, both of whom understood what the other meant.

——This His Highness really trusts this Lance Loren!

He laughed, with some vague temptations, "Mr. Loren, Your Highness really trusts you! You must be in charge of something very important?"

Lance looked up at him, swallowed the butter bun, and responded lightly,

"His Royal Highness has always respected every citizen, I am just honored to share his worries for His Highness."

Allen sipped the hawthorn juice, smiled lightly when he heard the words, and patted his arm, "Don't belittle yourself, Lance. You are my general manager!"

He looked at Lucius on the opposite side, and reminded,

"If you have any questions, just ask Lance—his orders are my suggestions."

Lucius' eyes widened calmly, almost with genuine admiration.

——It really is absolute trust and reliance.

— Malfoy almost never had.In other words, what Malfoy has is the use and betrayal of the Dark Lord.

Allen smiled.

He never minded showing how much he valued the people around him. He used to be His Majesty the King, and now he added Lance Loren.

His respect and reliance have always been blatant.

Those sea-blue eyes glanced at Draco beside him, and solved the mystery directly in front of the little peacock's parents.

He introduced,

"Gentlemen, formal introductions - Draco Malfoy, head of my house in Slytherin."

Lucius looked at his son.

He felt almost empty.

As if it should not be so, and as if it should be taken for granted...

Every Malfoy is repeating the old ways of his ancestors, even though he tried so hard to give his son a happy and carefree childhood.

He heard Allen say,

"Draco, this is the center of my cabinet, Lance Loren—my Lancelot, my 'Knight Commander'."

Draco looked at them, with the shrewdness and probing that belonged to Malfoy in his gray-blue eyes, and he nodded briefly.

The "Knight Commander" smiled coldly and held out his hand to him.

"Hello, Draco, it's an honor to meet you."

Draco took that hand, feeling the form and flow beneath the other's thoughtful exterior.

The other party shook hands indifferently, deepened the strength with moderate strength, and then let go of the hand at a moderate speed.

——It is a set of behaviors that are both "sincere" and full of routines.

Draco raised his eyes slowly, and said slowly, "It's an honor to meet you, Knight Commander."

……

When the night sky was full of stars, Allen and Lance finally returned to the safe house, ending this tiring day.

They returned to Alan's bedroom as usual.

Although Allen only lived in the safe house for five short days, the Knight Commander has already corrected his habits through actions.

——For example, you must stop studying and official business before nine o'clock, and return to the dormitory.

——For example, you must drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed.

The knight commander even thought about reading a bedtime story to a certain highness...

Of course, he was mercilessly rejected by the other party.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave a proposition that the Knight Commander could not choose.

— can read bedtime stories, but he wants to listen to news and documents, definitely not "Arabian Nights".

Out of his strong insistence, Lance had to give up this option regrettably.

Today I have to deal with Malfoy, a big nail, and it's even ten past nine when I get back.

Those light purple eyes looked at the crown prince in front of him, almost regretfully.

He took a step forward and took off his suit jacket for the restless Highness.

Allen habitually raised his hand to let him move, while he unscrewed the two buttons on the collar of his shirt.

He looked back apologetically, and said helplessly, "I'm really sorry, Lance, I have added so many things to you... This summer vacation, I'm afraid you won't be free either."

Lance smiled, hung his suit jacket in the closet, and gently brushed away the guilt in his heart.

"Your Highness, you don't have to worry about this."

He turned around and looked at the tall young man who was almost as tall as him, and said softly, "Perhaps, I was born for this."

The knight commander flicked the contact badge on his chest, then walked to the door, took the hot milk from the waiter, and handed it to Allen.

He stood straight in front of Allen's side, like Butler Fran guarding His Majesty Edward.

Lance took out a light purple notebook the size of a palm, pulled out a pen, and reminded him in a gentle voice, "Your Highness, may I ask your itinerary for tomorrow?"

Allen sipped his milk, thinking softly,

"...Perhaps, I should first recover the known resurrection stone ring.

He expertly added,

"You don't have to worry, I have 'Zeus'."

Lance laughed, recorded the itinerary respectfully, and waited for the crown prince's other arrangements, but saw that the other party suddenly remembered something, and asked,

"How's the matter with Sirius?"

He glanced sideways, quickly recalling Winslow's daily summary of the "Ministry of Magic Daily", and replied,

"News from the Tenth Interrogation Room of the Ministry of Magic-Sirius has been exonerated, but is still waiting for Peter Pettigrew to reveal the part that was concealed back then.

"They intend to announce the truth together, so they have to wait two days.

"—tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it should be published in the Daily Prophet."

Allen nodded slightly, with a faint smile, and said,

"Very good! There are still 4 days, and Harry will be staying there for half a month—"

He shook the milk glass and sighed,

"At that time, there will be no need for the savior to live in the palace."

The slender fingers held the milk glass, allowing the milky white liquid to swirl on the wall of the glass, leaving a layer of faint milk marks.

Allen sighed with some unconscious satisfaction,

"He's been in the palace for too long...but from now on, His Majesty won't have to bear this interruption any more!"

He paused suddenly, and couldn't help turning a trace of helplessness.

It was only when I mentioned His Majesty that I remembered that Dobby's follow-up has been handled by His Majesty, and now the little elf is still in charge of hygiene in Windsor Castle!

Allen gently held his forehead, this omission made him dumbfounded.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, raised the milk glass to Lance, and said, "Chief Knight, remember to remind me tomorrow—"

With a brisk smile, he blinked his left eye and said,

"I found a perfect place for that rebellious house-elf."

Lance answered in a warm voice and confirmed, "You want to give Dobby to Sirius Black?"

"—in the name of helping him clean up."

Allen lifted the glass with a smile, and drank the milk in one gulp.