Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It wasn't until he coaxed Alan to sink into the bed that the knight commander had time to think about what he said just now.

What does "kill her" mean?

Is it the queen?

He looked at the blond crown prince who was breathing lightly, and knew that His Highness's mind had been shaken by someone.

Lance frowned, looking worriedly at the boy trapped in the bed.

He didn't know what kind of knife it was, and it was so sharply and firmly inserted into His Highness's heart, but he knew that if this knife was not pulled out, it would become the biggest obstacle for all of them.

Without the king, what should the knights do?

The layout of the wizarding world will be destroyed once.

It is clear that the dawn is about to be seen, and the Ministry of Magic has already stepped into the trap, negotiating with Ivan Blair to order a communication crystal ball!

They'll soon be in complete control of the Ministry of Magic!

And the Muggle clothing stores in the wizarding world have also taken over the trend, and a small amount of Muggle medicines have also flowed into the wizarding world, waiting for His Highness's order to move towards a new starting point.

But at this juncture...

Something happened to His Highness.

It is true that Lance Loren is loyal to the crown prince, he is loyal to His Royal Highness who firmly fulfills his status and responsibilities and can lead them to the future!

He doesn't think about whether he is willing to submit to the crown prince who has lost his mind...

But he couldn't bear it.

His Highness is so strategizing, prudent and humble, how can he break his heart and look like ashes?

He needs to do something!

He wants to bring His Highness back!

Only His Highness has the ability to make communication crystal balls, and only His Highness has the privilege of communicating with pharmaceutical companies, and only in the name of the Crown Prince, will the Muggleborn gather under this banner and move forward...

Only him, Lance Loren, may not be able to move an inch!

He just sat by the bed like this, looking at the pale crown prince by the moonlight, casting a deep silhouette on the wallpaper.

The next day, Allen was forced to wake up by the biological clock.

He looked at the bed curtain above his head, and turned his eyes to see the knight commander leaning against the four-poster bed in a light sleep.

He didn't make a sound, just stared blankly at the bed curtain.

It's been a night...

Today is December 12th.

He really can't go back and face His Majesty, but he can still shirk today, what about tomorrow?What about the day after tomorrow?

Even if he can escape outside all the time, he will go back for Christmas after all, otherwise the media public opinion may be difficult to explain.

but……

His Majesty still thought his mother was alive.

He thought he could bring his mother back and have an ordinary Christmas happily.

But she was killed by him.

This was the first time Allen didn't want to leave the bed. He seemed to know how everyone escaped when they were frustrated, and he finally understood why some people were discouraged.

He has been going smoothly since he was born, and everyone thought that he would be proud and become a king as a matter of course.

Allen could not help but sneer.

Now, I have tasted such a taste.

When Lance opened his eyes habitually and skillfully confirmed Alan's situation, he saw a pale and numb boy.

He closed his eyes deeply.

When he opened his eyes, he was a gentle and responsible knight commander again.

He asked thoughtfully, "Your Highness, would you like breakfast?"

Allen shook his head lightly.

"Thank you, but you don't have to."

Lance clenched his fists anxiously, and exhaled softly with restraint.

He looked at the distraught young man, got up anxiously, and said softly, "Your Highness, please allow me to bring the office documents."

Allen closed his eyes gently, "It's up to you."

Lance actually brought the papers over.

He sat on the desk next to him, quickly reviewing the report, and checking Alan's status from time to time.

...Maybe he didn't need to check it either.

The blond boy just lay there, not even turning over.

He didn't eat breakfast, and he didn't like lunch.

Throughout the whole day, he didn't even drink a sip of water. No matter how much Lance coaxed him, it had no effect at all. He didn't even remember a single point of the report that Lance had read.

until the sun goes down...

Those sea-blue eyes were broken and fragile, watching the light disappear inch by inch, the hand poked out from the quilt, trying to catch the last sunset.

Lance turned on the light.

The whole room was as bright as daylight in an instant, and Alan narrowed his eyes sharply.

He looked at Lance slowly, saw the calm face rarely seen by the knight commander, and asked subconsciously,

"Lance, what's going on?"

he asked.

The knight commander was standing there, wearing a light-colored plaid suit that was elegant and exquisite, and his eyes looked downcast and painful.

Lance lowered his eyes, walked slowly to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hand stretching out the quilt, and said softly, "You don't eat or drink all day, should I be proud of it?"

Allen was startled, and lowered his eyes guiltily.

He pursed his lips lightly, rubbing against his dry and flaky lips, causing a tingling pain.

He said softly, "Sorry, Knight Commander. I didn't mean to worry you."

Lance held his wrist tightly, and asked restrainedly, "At least tell me what happened... You can't hide for a while, you will go back to face His Majesty after all!"

"Facing His Majesty..."

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and he laughed at himself, "I don't even know whether I am qualified to face His Majesty."

Lance frowned at him and said affirmatively, "You are His Majesty's biological child, how can you not be qualified?"

"But I killed her!"

Allen couldn't help raising his arm to block his eyes.

All the mental pain seemed to be projected to his body, causing his heart to pull unconsciously, and his throat seemed to be ripped off.

He is guilty, he regrets, and he is also afraid.

He was afraid that His Majesty would be lost suddenly, and he was also afraid that His Majesty really hated him, the child who killed his mother, as Aunt Georgiana said.

He whispered, "I killed her..."

Lance looked at him and asked suddenly, "You mean the queen?"

He shook his head firmly, "No, Your Highness, you haven't even seen her."

Allen smiled wryly, "Maybe, I was hurting her before I was born, and took her life when I was born."

He looked at the bright lights and laughed at himself,

"Lance, if I die at that time, they can have another child..."

Those sea blue eyes are so sad.

"The country will still have a crown prince, and His Majesty will still have children... They will live happily together, just like a fairy tale."

The knight commander shook his head, "No!"

He hadn't been so powerless for a long time, but he really couldn't comfort him.

He is just an orphan.

He doesn't know this feeling.

Lance looked at him, seeing the usually stable crown prince sinking into the pillow, pulling his pale lips, raising his arms to cover the silent tears.

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes, disappearing in his dull blond hair.