Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

As soon as this thought fell, the blue Fiendfire suddenly burst out around the booth, they lingered around the resurrection stone ring in the center, and then swallowed the stone in one gulp.

...like burning dangerous chemical waste.

A stench slowly spread.

The Freshness Curse suddenly stood up, forming a fully enveloping circle, protecting Alan in the middle.

Allen tried his best to endure, waiting to see the ability of the resurrection stone.

Amidst the crackling sound of Fiercefire, a black mist suddenly rose from the resurrection stone, changing its shape in a crooked way.

But Zeus was on the side, and it turned for a long time, but it didn't turn out anything.

The black mist, which was already down and out, was crushed by Fiendfire, and turned into a puff of foul-smelling black smoke, which dissipated in the air.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly and smiled.

...The so-called soul of the Dark Lord is nothing more than that.

Under the power of the main god Zeus, all magic can be easily solved.

Allen walked to the display stand, raised his hand through the blue Fierce Flame, flicked it lightly, and extinguished the only remaining spark on it.

An ugly gold ring just lay there on the dais.

There were some burn marks on the gold ring setting, which made the already unattractive appearance even more chaotic.

But the resurrection stone was still as bleak as ever.

Under the traction of magic power, the ring fluttered to the palm of the blond boy.

Allen turned the ring gently, observing the dim, translucent gemstone between brown and brown.

In the center of the gemstone, the logo of the Deathly Hallows rotates faintly, carrying the austerity and mystery of ancient austerity.

resurrection stone.

It is rumored that it can hang the dark river of death upside down and bring the dead back to life.

He lowered his eyes, holding the ring silently, almost turning the gemstone to summon the undead from the underworld.

The sea blue eyes almost overflowed with desire.

... According to records in the history of magic, Voldemort possessed an inexhaustible army of infernal corpses because of this.

What kind of combat power is that?

why can't he...

Allen clenched his fists violently, closed his eyes and let out a breath.

Almost terrified.

Only those who have truly owned the Resurrection Stone can understand the uncontrollable temptation to explore the eternal secret of the dead place...

He held the ring in the palm of his hand, summoned a box, skillfully engraved a magic circle on it, and threw the ring into it decisively.

—This thing is too easy to lead people astray.

The sun shone on him through the dusty room.

The dust danced in the air, bypassing the Tyndall effect chaotically.In the blink of an eye, the blond boy disappeared.

Allen returned to Balmoral and fell straight into his bedroom.

He changed into a decent suit.

A slim, ironed white shirt is paired with conservative and classic dark gray trousers, and of course, a pair of black leather shoes.

Only then did he dare to knock on His Majesty's door.

Edward was taken aback, and greeted him with a smile, "Why did you come back suddenly? Didn't you say that you have to stay in Windermere for a few more days?"

Allen smiled, bowed respectfully, nodded slightly to the old butler, and then sat beside the king.

"Yes, Your Majesty... I forgot one thing."

He pursed his lips and smiled, seemingly embarrassed.

"Ok?"

Edward gathered the documents at hand and handed them to Butler Fran behind him.

Allen said helplessly, "It's Dobby. I forgot about this house elf.

"You know, the reason why it can appear here and escape the fate of being enslaved by its species is precisely because of its noble pursuit of freedom."

He smiled restrainedly, hiding his dissatisfaction.

"But it's too liberal to even be fully self-aware as an employee."

Edward looked at him with a smile, and said clearly,

"Do you still mind that it left its post without authorization and sneaked into Hogwarts?"

The king raised his eyebrows, picked up the black tea in his hand, and said, "In fact, after that time, Fran gave it a thorough staff training—"

With a slight smile, the old housekeeper put the black tea by the crown prince's hand, and said,

"It's very obedient now."

Edward nodded and looked at his son.

"Ellen, if you like it but worry about its loose endowment..."

He smiled, gently raised the black tea cup, and comforted, "It doesn't matter."

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled.

He raised his hand to hold his teacup, and said softly, "No, Your Majesty. Besides the first time, there are other reasons——

"Dobby is a very opinionated elf. He has his own judgment on many things, and of course he has his own likes and dislikes."

Those sea-blue eyes lifted up and looked at the identical pair of eyes on the opposite side.

"Father, it loves Harry very much. I am worried that if one day I order it to protect something, and it goes away without permission like that time..."

...Your life, in the eyes of this rebellious elf, may not be as important as Harry Potter.

There was some paranoia in those eyes——

They are all just pawns, how dare they compare with you!

Edward frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Alan!"

He put down the black tea cup indifferently, frowned and looked at the child in front of him, and reminded,

"I have taught you, never make preconceived judgments, and I have also warned you-restrict your thoughts and behaviors every day!"

The boy in front of him lowered his eyes guiltily, and apologized obediently.

"Sorry, Your Majesty."

Edward stood up, held down the boy who wanted to get up, and sighed helplessly.

He patted the boy's slender shoulder lightly, and said, "Son, don't be too impatient. I understand your thoughts."

Allen pursed his lips, turned his head slightly, and covered his red eye circles.

Edward rubbed his head lightly, hugged him into his arms, and gently followed his back, comforting,

"Okay... if you want to send Dobby away, send him away."

He patted his head in his arms, and said in a warm voice,

"It doesn't matter where it goes...I'm afraid that if you go to Germany, with this kind of thinking, you will fall into someone else's trap."

Allen turned his head angrily, and protested,

"I am not stupid!"

Edward laughed, raised his hand and rubbed his face, the sea blue eyes were helplessly lonely.

"Alan...your mother is a very good girl. Back then, I was the one who carried her into the coffin, and I was the one who watched her be buried...

"It's all settled for her—

"I shouldn't have allowed you to go to Germany."

Allen raised his eyes, stood up suddenly, and begged, "But your memory is missing, maybe... maybe mother didn't..."

He leaned forward anxiously, even stomping his feet restrainedly,

"I saw it in Teacher Flamel's crystal ball! I clearly saw you walking in the palace with your mother!"

The king smiled slightly, raised his hand and squeezed his son's cheek, sat down and said, "Yes, I have memory loss."

"Ellen, listen to me..."

He sighed, with a bitter smile mixed with a little self-mockery.

"I've already lost your mother—if she really left this world, at least I don't want to lose you again."

The king looked at his son.

Looking at the eyebrows and eyes that have the same expression as hers, but have her outline.

"Alan, did you understand what I said?"

But he didn't get the answer he wanted.

His child stubbornly remained silent, but bowed respectfully on his knees.

Edward looked calmly at the half-kneeling boy, gritted his teeth and said firmly,

"If you can't find your mother, or confirm her death - return immediately! Don't try to get close to Grindelwald!"

Allen pursed his lips and remained silent, his side face as hard as iron.