Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

What is the most terrible thing in this world?

Someone came to complain sincerely, and your parents listened sincerely!

Edward suppressed the surprise in the corners of his brows and eyes, lightly twisted the pen in his hand, raised his hand to let the housekeeper prepare tea, and happily sat up straight.

It was the first time His Majesty experienced a situation similar to a teacher's home visit, and he was simply full of interest.

He nodded gently and put down the pen in his hand.

"All ears."

Alan:  …

No need, Your Majesty!I didn't report anything to you!

But His Majesty the King enjoyed the home visit.

He even pointed to the armchair beside him, asking Allen to come over and cooperate obediently.

Allen wanted to leave, but could Dumbledore be allowed to talk nonsense here?

He bulged his cheeks and sat down in the armchair sullenly.

Edward's eyes sparkled with a smile.

It was rare to see his son's childish behavior, and he felt better, and asked gently, "Sir, did Alan cause you trouble?"

He rested his arms on the armrest, which was a very relaxed gesture.

Dumbledore's white beard twitched.

He folded his palms with some embarrassment and sighed softly.

"Your Majesty, I don't think anyone in the world knows Alan better than you."

He asked, "In your opinion, what kind of child is Alan?"

Edward seemed a little surprised, but he answered the question very cooperatively.

"Cute and cute, serious and responsible-I don't think there will be a better child in this world than Alan."

He had a brisk smile, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth was exactly the same as Allen's, only a little more calm.

"It's not me bragging, parents all over the world think so."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

He raised his eyebrows, "Actually, we just had an adventure."

Alan:  …

Edward glanced at Allen, sat up slowly, and his face turned slightly cold.

Did the kid run off to a dangerous place again?

Dumbledore continued, "Alan is indeed outstanding. He cleverly imprisoned all the corpses and burned them all."

Edward: ...

Old Butler: ...

They frowned uncertainly, thinking about the word they just heard.

"Infernal corpse"?

His Majesty glanced at his son secretly, and saw Alan showing a smile that couldn't be more cute, and gently ground his back molars.

... This kid really ran off to mess around again!

He looked at Dumbledore without changing his face, and even his voice did not change in the slightest.

"It seems that Alan has helped you a lot, I can ask..."

He leaned slightly, with a sense of oppression, and asked, "Why did you and Allen go to such a dangerous place?"

Dumbledore paused, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Allen taking a muffin with ease.

That little smug look is really dumbfounding.

He coughed lightly and replied, "Maybe it's for a hero?"

"Oh?"

Edward leaned back in the chair calmly, picked up the black tea cup and took a sip.

Dumbledore shrugged and took a muffin too.

"...Your Majesty, don't worry, nothing can hurt Alan now. If you want, I can leave the previous memory to you."

He complimented with a smile,

"Alan is indeed outstanding, calm and steady, and decisive in making decisions. Not only that, he is also very smart, knowledgeable, and rich in systems..."

The more Alan heard something wrong, the hand holding the muffin hesitated.

Wait a minute, this old man is hiding a knife in his smile!

He pushed the biscuit in his mouth aside, looked at the nasty old man with puffy cheeks, and got a playful wink.

Alan:  …

He forced a smile, slowly chewing the biscuit in his mouth.

Dumbledore suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile, "It's just——Alan, the Pensieve I promised you hasn't arrived yet, and it's just right for His Majesty to read the memory."

Allen swallowed the biscuit, and twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile.

The nasty old man still got his wish.

He easily stored the memory in the test tube and left it to His Majesty. Before parting, he reminded intimately that he would send the Pensieve tomorrow.

As soon as he left, the smile on Edward's face disappeared.

His Majesty glanced at Allen with a cold face, picked up the test tube with memory next to it, and said coldly, "Don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Butler Fran consciously stood behind as a statue.

Allen pursed his lips and stood up, explaining, "Your Majesty, this time it was really an accident..."

He put his hands behind his back and pursed his mouth a little aggrieved.

"When I visited Sirius Black, I just wanted to send Dobby there... Who would have thought that I saw Slytherin's locket there, and that led to the next thing."

He glanced at Edward carefully, showing a flattering smile.

"Father, you know, I have Zeus! Besides, I can't leave after that!"

Edward looked at him with a half-smile.

Can't go?

If you don't want to stay, why don't you just make up a reason and just run away?

His Majesty reluctantly walked down the steps, lifted the test tube and knocked on the table, watching Alan sit beside him obediently.

He reprimanded with a straight face,

"But let you watch a few documentaries, do you want to learn from those children's rebellious period?"

Allen smiled obediently, trying to open his eyes wide to pretend to be cute.

"—Stop pretending there!"

Edward withdrew his gaze, looked at the memory stored in his hand, and asked, "What did you do to make this old headmaster complain to me?"

Allen was really wronged this time.

He quickly told the story aside and protested, "I didn't do anything! If the potion in the stone basin is not cleared, they won't be able to get the fake locket left by Regulus."

"Without me pouring him, Dumbledore would have to do it himself!"

He looked at the silvery memory in the test tube, and narrowed his eyes angrily.

"Besides, without me, they still don't know how to find Regulus and leave the lair full of Inferi!"

Butler Fran quietly interjected——

"Your Majesty, what Your Highness said makes sense!"

Edward said unhappily, "You just spoil him, spoil him so confidently!"

Butler Fran shut his mouth carefully.

...Your Majesty who is angry, whoever provokes who is in trouble!

This is also the fault of His Highness——

Originally, His Highness was going to Germany, but His Majesty was already worried about it day and night.At this juncture, His Highness still has to jump up and down to play with some ghost!

He knew the crux of His Majesty's anger.

It was nothing more than worrying about the safety of His Royal Highness, but His Highness refused to give up on the matter of finding Grindelwald.

Allen pursed his lips lightly and assured, "Father, I will be careful. You see that Dumbledore is so worried, doesn't it mean that I am already strong?"

He comforted,

"In the magic world, everything depends on magic power, and I have Zeus!"

Edward looked at him with slight creases between his brows.

He knew, he knew how powerful Allen was, so powerful that he could draw with the hundred-year-old Dumbledore.

He knew that the child was calm and cautious, so cautious that he took every step of the way.

but……

He sighed softly, and raised his hand to ruffle Alan's hair.

His Majesty finally gave in.

He insisted, "Report to me every day, what you ate and what you did—no lies, you know?"