Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Windermere House.

Or rather, a lakeside cottage for Muggleborns.

Usually, under the management of the knight commander, the rules here are strict and the behavior is clean, but today it has become a mess.

——The Knight Commander is back with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince covered in blood!

All the people in charge stopped their work and waited anxiously outside His Highness's bedroom, hoping that the doctor could come up with a safe and healthy conclusion.

pity……

Allen didn't cooperate.

He was leaning on the sofa tiredly, a drop of blood still occasionally fell on the coat into the carpet.

Lance pursed his lips tightly, and finally made up his mind to take out his wand. He sat beside Allen and said softly, "Your Highness, forgive me—clean it up."

The chaotic bloodstains finally slowly disappeared.

Their crown prince is like a dusty pearl, clean and refined again.

...except for that bloodless face.

Lance didn't know the name of the family, but he was sure it was the family from which the queen was born.

And look at this situation...

His Highness did not bring back the queen, the queen... probably died.

This is not good news.

He glanced at the doctor and signaled him to have the courage to check.

He came to a knowing conclusion.

——Your Highness has no scars.

But he also knew that the real problem might not be in the appearance, but in the heart.

Lance waved his hand, beckoning the doctor to go out, then sat carefully beside Allen, calling him softly, "Your Highness?"

He said softly, "Are you going to take a shower?"

Allen closed his eyes weakly, too tired to open them, unwilling to speak.

Lance's heart sank.

He clenched his hands unconsciously, and an uncontrollable worry rose in his heart.

He persuaded, "Your Highness, at least you need to tell me what family it is - I need to clean up for you, otherwise Your Majesty will be worried."

This sentence seemed to have moved Allen.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes tiredly.

He looked at Lance, his eyes dull.

Lance asked softly, "Your Highness...what is that place?"

Allen tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth, but it was barely noticeable.

He whispered, "The Grindelwald family."

He worked hard to run his brain, and his previously sensitive thoughts seemed to be a mess.

He asked softly, "Did the Fierce Flame burn out just now?"

Lance knew that Fiendfire had burned down the entire castle.

He inspected it carefully, and all the bodies there were charred, and all traces of magic were completely gone.

He just wanted His Highness to say something.

As soon as he said this, his heart settled down, he held Alan's hand like a child, and coaxed him gently, "It's burnt out, I'll send someone to check it again.

"—Okay, Your Highness, shall we go take a bath?"

Those light purple eyes looked at Allen with concern, and said softly, "Isn't it uncomfortable to be covered in blood just now?"

Allen frowned slightly, and turned his palm over to let the other person pull him up.

He let Lance undress himself, leaned tiredly in the bathtub, his face was as pale as a patient who had lost a lot of blood.

...and gripped Lance's wrist tightly.

According to etiquette, Lance should withdraw, but seeing the situation, he was not at ease with Alan staying here by himself anyway.

He complied with His Highness' silent expectation.

The blond crown prince really trusted his knight commander.

He grabbed Lance's wrist and called softly, "Lance..."

He got a tender response, so he asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and said mockingly, "I slaughtered the entire Grindelwald family today, and I also thoroughly destroyed the corpses. Are you not afraid of me?"

Lance looked at him and asked,

"Your Highness, the first thing I did when I arrived at the Grindelwald family was to shoot and kill that young man—are you not afraid of me?"

Allen frowned puzzled, and said softly, "That's my order."

He lowered his eyes, holding Lance's wrist tightly with vague fear.

"You know, I can't kill Floria, so I let you do it...I let your hands be stained with blood, don't you blame me?"

Lance looked at him gently, and suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled.

He said softly, "I'm very happy that you can think about me."

He raised his eyes again, looked at those dim sea-blue eyes, lifted Alan's hand to his heart, and said firmly, "Your Highness, my heart beats for you."

The knight commander said proudly, "I belong to you!"

"I am willing to be the sharpest sword in your hand, and also the hardest shield around you——I am willing to protect you until you die!"

Allen looked at those bright purple eyes.

He had to admit that he was comforted.

He smiled lightly, and the hand holding Lance's wrist relaxed a little, because he was sure that the other party would not leave because of this.

...will not die like Nicole Flamay.

...and not drifting away like Draco did.

Allen laughed, and suddenly burst into tears.

He helplessly raised his hands to cover his face, restraining his grief flooding in like a tide, his Adam's apple and shoulders shrugged slightly restrained.

Such a person can't even cry.

Lance looked at him distressedly, holding his hand silently.

He just accompanied him silently, without saying a word.

Finally, when the endless mist buried the figures of the two, he heard Allen say softly,

"...Lance, I killed her."

Lance was startled, and his purple eyes, which were not blocked by glasses, narrowed sharply.