Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

the other side--

Diana Sharp sat quietly in her bedroom in a light blue shirt-collar dress.

She glanced sideways, looking at the clear blue sky outside the window, her pale blue eyes overflowed with a hint of sarcasm.

Many years ago, her grandfather became the queen's white gloves for the sake of title and fame, and begged her father to marry the daughter of the Viscount family.

Her mother, Lorena Albert.

A girl of bright colors, confident and bright.

But less than two years after that wedding, the Sharp family received the title of earl from the queen.

After that, her mother, who had been loved since she got married, completely lost the right to speak.

Since that grandfather dared to clean up for the big man secretly, of course he would not be a soft-hearted and good person.

Back then, Viscount Albert's daughter proposed to marry him because he saw that the Viscount had made achievements in the political field, and wanted to use this to break into the parliamentary political arena and have a seat in the House of Lords. At that time, the two families were considered well-matched.

But times change...

Old Sharp, who has the title of earl, doesn't like the so-called "born viscount" at all.

To be honest, in terms of his status back then, a person like Viscount Albert who was honored with his political talents was far higher than Viscount Sharp who was bought with money at that time.

As for how Viscount Albert fell in love with the Sharp family back then...

It is also a joke.

The Albert family has no money.

And the Sharp family has money.

That's it.

Diana closed her eyes and smiled coldly.

...Since Albert got the money, of course he won't care about how the Sharp family treats his daughter.

Later, Old Sharp cut off the money supply to Albert, and the Viscount secretly stumbled, but...

Politicians' soft-hearted methods cannot compare with the iron-blooded ruthlessness of "white gloves".

The Albert family was burned.

The reason is...a gas leak.

Her poor mother has no more to rely on, and the self-confidence and cheerfulness of the past have finally been worn into dull cowardice.

Diana gripped her wand tightly, cast a Confusion Charm on herself, and walked to the kitchen.

With a cold expression on her face, she waved her wand and unscrewed the valve of the gas tank.

The pungent smell filled the nostrils, almost causing dizziness.

Diana raised her hand to support the wall and cast a magic spell on herself to ensure the air she could breathe.She gasped violently, mourning this curse-like fate.

Look, mother...

I don't want to step into your fate again, let alone repeat your tragedy.

She panted silently, shedding tears in grief and indignation——

I'd rather destroy it all!

Use my magic, use my reliance!

You persuaded me to go to Hogwarts to study magic in that way back then... Isn't it just for this day?

Use my magic to destroy all this sorrow!

The cold girl smiled mockingly, walked slowly outside her father's study, stood still outside the door, and silently pushed the door open a crack.

She cast a protective spell, which lit a tiny flame inside.

Under the command of the wand, the flame floated into the study and landed in the ashtray.

She left step by step, and returned to her bedroom step by step, surrounded by a thin armor curse.

Diana calmly waited for an explosion.

The light blonde hair was fluffy and soft, exuding a beautiful golden halo in the sun.That face was even fairer, like the best porcelain in the East, shining translucently in the sun.

she thinks--

His Highness said that the pursuit of freedom and independent personality is something that even the gods have no right to stop.

She looked out of the window, and beside her were explosions and flames.

At this moment, Balmoral was silent.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been kneeling for almost an hour, but His Majesty, who always loves him, has not let go.

Even Butler Fran wanted to intercede, but was reprimanded by His Majesty the King.

Edward scolded coldly, "Fran, what are you doing for him? If he wants to go to Germany to die, will you let him go too?"

Fran stood upright, jaw clenched.

Allen pursed his lips without saying a word.

He will not lie to His Majesty, and he will definitely look for Grindelwald—whether it is the Dark Lord who dominates Europe, or the Grindelwald family hidden behind the scenes.

At this moment, he faintly felt his magic line being drawn by a contact badge.

He glanced sideways, and his eye feathers slowly lifted.

—It's Diana.

The sea blue eyes turned slightly, but did not perceive any news from the magic line.

Allen frowned slightly, looked up at Edward, paused, then looked at the old butler aside, and said softly, "Grandpa butler, please call Earl Sharp, I have something to confirm."

The old butler stood upright like a soldier, as if he didn't hear his words.

Allen had to look at His Majesty aside, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Edward frowned and looked at the document in his hand, coughing heavily.He waved his hand and signaled Butler Fran to do it.

Only then did the old housekeeper quickly step aside and took out his mobile phone.

beep……

beep……

beep……

There was a busy tone that lasted for one minute, followed by a reminder to hang up.

He called the landlines of Old Sharp and Sharp Villa successively, and both got the same feedback.

Now, even Edward looked over.

Volker Furlong couldn't help but frowned, seeing the king and his son showing the same expressions.

He also remembered that Miss Sharp said earlier that before July this year, a solution would be found to completely eliminate the marriage relationship using His Highness's name.

... Could something be wrong?

Without the king and the crown prince's instructions, he quickly pressed the button, and with his excellent memory, he dialed the number of the person in charge of the East Villa.

Now, it's connected over there.

There were chaotic sounds coming from there, voices of people, running, shouting, buckets of water being splashed...

"Ah... Fran? Cough cough..."

The person in charge looked at the burning villa in front of him and commanded with a headache.

"Get in the water! Fire! Why haven't the firefighters come yet?!"

Butler Fran asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

The person in charge wiped off the sweat and black ash on his face with great anxiety, and his suit was also blackened.

He anxiously said, "A villa exploded, and there are still people inside! You guys - hurry up!"

Under the gaze of the king and the crown prince, Steward Fran asked, "Whose villa is it?"

The person in charge stomped anxiously, "It belongs to Earl Sharp's house! Miss Sharp is still inside!

"By the way - you are the royal housekeeper, hurry up and urge the firefighters for me, and let them be quicker, if you don't come here, it will be burned down!"

Butler Fran answered and hung up the phone.

Edward closed his pen and said, "Call the fire first."

He looked at the boy who was still kneeling on the carpet, put the pen on the table, and prompted, "Alan, what should you do at this time?"

"I know, Your Majesty."

Allen leaned slightly, raised his legs neatly and stood up.

"—please forgive me."