Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen looked at her suddenly.

He shook his head obstinately and resistingly, and insisted, "I don't believe it."

Georgiana looked at him for a while, and asked stiffly,

"What's the use if you don't believe it?"

She slapped Allen fiercely with the little black bag in her hand, and said fiercely, "I don't want to believe that I've been trapped like this for the rest of my life! But what's the use of it!"

That blow left a red mark on the side of Allen's face.

He seemed to be stunned by the beating, and he raised his legs and stood up blankly with offended anger.

He seemed to have an attack, but he endured it abruptly and asked, "Tell me—how did she die?"

The old lady laughed maniacally, and her back became even more hunched under the laughter.

She pointed at Alan with a ridiculous smile, laughing at his stupidity, her own stupidity, and all the disgusting things in this world!

She suddenly withdrew her smile again, and said bitterly,

"Idiot, haven't you ever thought about how... Alexia, a little girl whose magic power is so low that she can be considered a squib, gave birth to a descendant with such powerful magic power as you!"

Allen seemed to realize something and shook his head in disbelief.

He seemed to be escaping from something, and he pulled out a smile with difficulty, with red eye circles, subconsciously resisted,

"……impossible."

"...It's impossible, you're lying to me."

Georgiana stood up, slammed the little black bag in Allen's face, pointed at her nose and cursed,

"It's you!"

She pushed Alan hard, causing a tall and burly boy to step back in a daze.

Georgiana smiled sarcastically, as if at last she had let herself go.

She asked sadly,

"Do you know why the blood of pure blood is stronger? Because the child born by the witch will absorb the magic power of the mother! Until it forms its own magic power cycle!"

She laughs and circles Ellen sarcastically,

"Look at you—Muggle Crown Prince? Talented? Are you proud of it?"

She said maliciously,

"—It was your mother's life!"

The old woman slammed the purse on Alan, again and again, as if she regarded Alan as a projection of the tragedy of her life, and tried feebly to vent her anger.

"It's because of you!"

She sneered, "If you're an average Muggle, if you're a Squib, if you're an average wizard—

"Alexia won't even die!"

Allen stood in a daze, let her beat and scold him, and listened to those harsh words in a daze.

"You drained her few magic powers, greedily filling up your own magic power cycle—that's why you are strong, and that's why you have a talent that everyone admires!"

"How? Are you proud of it?"

Allen closed his eyes deeply.

Trembling, he raised his hand to hold his head, and even forgot the crucial Katina long sword.

Since he entered Hogwarts... He is proud of his talent, he is proud of his rapid progress, arrogantly showing his talent in alchemy...

but……

These are mother's blood.

Because of him, His Majesty lost his favorite wife.Without him, they might have another normal child and live a happy and peaceful life.

The slender eyelashes trembled uneasily, and those famous eyes were dimmed.

Allen took a step back unbearably, and there was a strong constriction in his throat, which made him almost breathless.

The pair of sea blue eyes moved slightly, looking at the Katina long sword lying on the ground.

The silver sword was stained with blood, with a sudden ominous look.

Katina...

The sword of mercy.

He stood there quietly, with an indelible hatred in his heart.

...Why?

Gave him the best talent, gave him an outstanding appearance, gave him the best father in the world, and then made him face the torment of Chao Yi all the time.

Isn't that enough to strike a balance?Want him to kill his mother?

Then it made him delusional to think that his mother was still alive, making His Majesty and him look forward to it, and finally told him that his mother was already dead, and the cause of death was already well known!

Why should he go through this?

Why did he have to go through this!

The thunder in his heart came to life in an instant, and the blackness pressed over the castle, and the silver lightning carried the power of destroying the world, covering the castle with light and darkness.

Lightning and thunder smashed the castle, bringing out endless screams and wailing.

Allen asked softly, "Is this the truth?"

He opened the corner of his mouth absurdly, opened his right hand, and summoned Katina's long sword with the Flying Curse, and held the blunt square tip of the sword in his left hand, holding the long sword in front of his eyes.

Those eyes reflected the unsharp sword, as well as the thunder outside.

He whispered, "He lied to me."

Last Christmas, he saw the illusory scene from the crystal ball of Mr. LeMay. He saw the tranquility of the king and queen walking hand in hand, so he decided that he could bring the queen back in the future.

That Christmas, he "acknowledged" the scandal with Diana in public...

Then go to church with His Majesty.

Allen smiled absurdly, remembering his piety in chanting the gods.

He stood there, looking at the high and crucified Jesus, so piously and humblely asked to bring back his mother.

He made a pious wish, looking forward to spending the next Christmas with his parents.

The next Christmas is not here yet.

But he has never had the chance to spend time with his parents again.

...Even all ordinary people know the truth about the Queen's death.

Only he thinks he is so smart, thinks he has mastered the secrets, and wants to find the dead person?

He stared dazedly at the ornate ceiling.

The thunder and lightning outside the window seemed to destroy the world.

The beast in his heart roared and wanted to break through the cage, questioning himself——

Do you think that as the crown prince, you can escape the tricks of fate?

Do you think that you can mock the gods with all your talents?

Do you think that you are the future king and the head of the future state religion, so you will be able to respond to your requests before the gods?

He laughed lowly.

……no.

he thinks.

The gods do not protect me.

Before the monstrous resentment and anger broke through his reason, he grabbed the last trace of stubbornness and asked, "What about my father?"

Those eyes are breathtakingly bright.

He asked, "You erased my father's memory, his acquaintance with my mother, everything he had to do with the wizarding world - don't tell me you didn't! He's dealt with wizarding matters himself!"

"Where did you put these memories?"

Georgiana looked at him with understanding.

She knew when she erased Edward's memory, if the Muggle king's memory disappeared completely, the future child would destroy everything!

Of course, even if this memory exists, it cannot change the child's fate.

... Who can change the decision of the God of Destiny?

She took out a test tube from the small black bag, which contained the flowing memory silver thread.

She threw the test tube to Allen, watched the blond boy carefully catch the test tube, and pulled out her wand from the sleeve.

Allen held the test tube to see how long it took for the color to fade.

—September 1979.

That was when the mother conceived him, and perhaps the beginning of her life being taken away.

He knew the opponent's actions, but he dismissed them.

With a dull expression, he put the test tube into the soft case, and carefully put it into the Space Curse pocket with never-lost care.

Those sea blue eyes no longer looked like the sun shining on the surface of the sea.

...like the bottom of the sea where the sun never shines.

He glanced at the wand and questioned calmly, "Are you going to do something to me?"