Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Alan didn't like the start of school this time.

Everyone seemed to have changed, and it became very tiresome to him.

When he washed up, said good night to Draco, and fell into his bed quietly, he thought a little aggrieved——

He would rather go to the private lessons that the professors give him alone.

He didn't like groups, he didn't like trouble at school, it seemed like all the laughter belonged to someone else.

Those sea blue eyes were very calm.

Allen raised his hand, silently erected the audio-visual barrier, and pulled the magic line connecting with Lance.

[Your Highness? ]

The knight commander's hoarse voice came from over there, followed by the sound of colliding documents and paper pages.

Allen listened quietly, and when the knight commander took a sip of water, his voice softened a little, with gentle coaxing.

[Hogwarts starts today, I thought you were going to bed now. ]

He smiled slightly, feeling a little better.

The blond boy fell asleep on his side, put his hands on the pillow, and gently closed his eyes.

He whispered, "Lance..."

[Um? ]

Allen raised the corners of his lips and said warmly, "I want to hear a bedtime story. You mentioned it before, One Thousand and One Nights?"

Lance paused.

He was still sitting in the study, with a desk lamp turned on, and in front of him were documents piled up with snow.

The moonlight shone on him through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing a kind of degrading gentleness.

Those light purple eyes sank.

... But in just one day, did you meet something during the beginning of school?How can you be sad enough to want a bedtime story?

He thought so, but his voice was extremely gentle.

The knight commander got up, took out a book of fairy tales from the bookcase, and coaxed him, "Okay, I'll tell you a story, you should sleep well, and remember to send me the schedule when you choose your elective courses tomorrow."

Allen laughed suddenly.

He turned back to lie flat, looked at the dark green curtain above his head that was almost dark in the night, with a helpless smile in his voice.

"...I'll only be at school for half a month, and I'll be going to Durmstrang soon, it doesn't matter what course I take."

[Your Highness? ]

When the knight commander's voice of advice came, Allen smiled helplessly.

"Okay, Knight Commander—if you don't mind the trouble of backing up your timetable."

Lance smiled, and the gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, adding a touch of tenderness.

Holding the storybook in his left hand, twisting the pages in his right hand, he recited softly,

"It is said that in ancient times, on the island of ancient Arabia, there was a kingdom of Sasan, whose king was Shannuya."

Allen opened his eyes curiously, looking at the dark curtain in front of him.

"Is he also the king?"

On the other side came the low laughter of the knight commander, and Qingyue replied briskly, [Yes, all fairy tales like this kind of protagonist——]

Allen was puzzled, and Lance explained,

[Your Highness, since ancient times, only people in high positions - such as kings, princes, and princesses, can ignore the troubles of money used in life and enjoy the joy of singing and dancing.

The ending of the story is often that the prince and princess live happily together.

Many people, many ordinary people can't touch these things. They are used to living a hard life and want to see a happy ending in the story. ]

Allen immediately thought of the students he met when he got off the car. They were lying on the car window, praising the beautiful manor.

Lance's voice whispered in his ear——

[But sometimes, only what you have not got is the best.For example, people who fantasize about fairy tales never know the real mission of the king.

"Arabian Nights" tells about a bad king. ]

Allen became interested, obediently folded his hands on his stomach, and listened to the story quietly.

[Back to King Shannuya——

One day, Shannuya and his younger brother came to the seaside, when they sat down to rest, suddenly a black water column appeared in the middle of the sea! ]

Allen smiled, "Is that a witch?"

[You can say that--

Anyway, a girl came to them and told them that all women in the world are untrustworthy and untrustworthy. ]

Allen frowned slightly, listening to the narration over there——

[After the king and his younger brother returned to the Sasan kingdom, they found the queen behaving badly, so they killed the queen.From then on, Shannuya hated women deeply, and killed the maid again. ]

Alan couldn't understand, "Did he just believe what the witch said, and killed those women preconceived?

"—this is not the behavior that a king should have at all!"

He said angrily, "Shouldn't he be responsible for his actions, his kingdom and his people?"

Holding the book of fairy tales, Lance smiled softly under the light.

"Of course.

"But the king is also a human being. When he is implanted with a concept, and this concept is verified in reality, he will inevitably make wrong decisions."

he whispered,

"And precisely because the king has power, so powerful that he can kill him, once he makes a wrong choice, it will lead to terrible results."

Allen was a little taken aback.

He sat up, reflecting on himself and Dumbledore with a guilty conscience.

...Dumbledore is the king who has been implanted with false ideas, and the appearance of Grindelwald and Voldemort has aggravated this idea.

It seems that he shouldn't blame the other party for this.

He couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"

Lance smiled with downcast eyes, cleared his throat, and continued,

[The king wanted revenge, and started marrying a woman every day for one night, and then killed and married again the next day, completely becoming a tyrant.

[This continued for three years, year after year, and killed more than 1000 women. ]

Allen's brows became tighter and tighter, he couldn't understand it, and said with difficulty,

"Is there no one to rebel?"

Lance couldn't help laughing out loud, barely able to stop.

——Why didn't he realize before that His Highness is indeed very innocent.

He slowed down, with an indescribable smile in his voice.

"...Your Highness, this is just a story!"

Allen reluctantly agreed with this sentence, and retracted into the quilt again, listening to the knight commander continue to tell the story.

[Where there is cruel exploitation, there must be warriors who rise up to resist.Facing the cruelty of the king, Shan Ruzod, the eldest daughter of the prime minister, stood up——

She offered to marry the king, and she tried to save thousands of women.

After Shan Ruzod entered the palace, she told the king a story every night, but she only told the beginning and the middle, not the end.

In order to hear the end of the story, the king delayed the date of killing Shan Ruzod day after day. ]

Allen felt that the king was even more stupid.

Killing a person is still procrastinating!

It turned out to be to listen to the story!

It’s okay if they are all mistakes like this. If you encounter a major event involving key decisions and have such bad habits, then it’s not a mess!

He secretly nodded in affirmation and heard the end of the story.

[In this way, Shan Ruzod told a story every day, and her stories were endless, each one more exciting than the other, until the thousand and first nights, and finally moved the king. ]

Allen finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He sat up with a jerk, holding back his breath and complaining,

"Why is this king like this! He was led away by the witch's words, killed so many people, and then was moved by a few stories?"

He patted the bed hard and said in a deep voice,

"Don't tell me that he lived happily with this Scheherazade in the end! How innocent those women were killed!"

Lance was momentarily speechless.

He put down the storybook lightly, and comforted him helplessly,

"Your Highness, this is just a story, why are you really angry?

"Furthermore, not all kings are like His Majesty Edward, and not all crown princes can grow into qualified kings—are there still few lewd and immoral kings in history?"

Allen was like a punctured ball, and most of his anger disappeared in an instant.

He slowly leaned against the head of the bed again, and asked with some reluctance, "Then what happened in the end?"

Lance suppressed a laugh and said,

"Shannuya finally repented, and he swore not to kill the queen, and would record these stories and keep them forever.

"Thus, the book "One Thousand and One Nights" came into existence."

Allen was stupefied.

With his head full of confusion, he pondered, "So you only spoke at the beginning."

Lance gently closed the fairy tale book, looked at the papers on his desk, and said helplessly,

"Yes, today's story is over. Please let me be your Scheherazade, and I will tell you a story tomorrow night!"

He said softly, "Good night, Your Highness!"