Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Edward didn't know what mood he was in.

On December 12, the whole day, he waited for news from Allen.

He knew how much the kid was looking forward to this meeting, and he also knew that the kid would be eager to send him letters as soon as there was any news from Alexia.

But he didn't wait.

Not a single sound came.

He sat in the high-backed chair in the study, as if sitting on a throne.

His heart sank inch by inch.

Edward vaguely guessed it.

…Alexia, the girl he loved so much, might really be dead.

His meager hope, that the girl left because she was a wizard, also completely dissipated.

It turned out that in the funeral 13 years ago, it was really his girl who was buried.

Edward sat in the study, watched the sun rise from the east, watched the sun move to the mid-heaven, and got up to eat under the reminder of the old housekeeper.

He will wait.

He is waiting for his child.

Allen was looking forward to meeting his mother so much, and Edward himself could endure such pain and eat as if nothing had happened, but what about the child?

He was worried that something would happen to the little guy.

He fears for anything to happen to his only next of kin after Alexia.

The sun went down like this, and the night was so dark.

Just when Edward thought today was over like this, he received a text message from the contact badge.

Purple glow.

——Is it the Knight Commander?

He quickly opened the badge and saw a message that made him burn with worry.

[To Your Majesty:

Your Highness returned home yesterday, temporarily staying at the lakeside hut, feeling shaken and even afraid of seeing you.

I have persuaded you many times, to stabilize His Highness's mood for the time being, please come to the lakeside cottage as soon as possible, and let me explain in detail.

Sincerely, Lance Loren]

Edward stood up suddenly, and slapped the contact badge on the desk with a loud noise, which startled the old housekeeper behind him.

... something happened to Allen?

He ran out quickly, and didn't realize until he reached the door. He strode back and opened the drawers of the study to search for something.

Butler Fran quickly asked, "Your Majesty, what happened?"

Edward said quickly, "Something happened to Allen."

...Alexia is really gone.

He shook his head, woke up from a brief trance, and finally found what he wanted.

He found the box that was pressed underneath for the Portkey left by Allen, and took out a radiant pink gemstone.

Edward turned his head to look at the old butler, stuffed the box into his arms, and said,

"This is the door key, which leads directly to Windermere Villa. You go to Dr. Roland—he is the most reliable—and bring him over to check Alan's body."

"I'll go there first and see how he's doing."

As soon as the voice fell, Edward had disappeared in place.

He was in a hurry, he was too worried that his child would go off the beaten track and do something stupid when his mind made a mistake.

The old butler didn't delay and walked out quickly.

At this moment, the sky is dark.

The guards in the castle were conscientiously standing guard, but before they knew anything, the king and the old steward had already left.

Windermere Villa has long since been cleaned up.

The door key given by Allen leads directly to the living room. Lance knew this, and assigned tasks to the responsible persons early on.

Therefore, Edward's coming here will not cause too much disturbance.

He saw Lance who was waiting by the side at a glance, and quickly asked, "What's wrong with Allen?"

Lance respectfully saluted his heart, and quickly explained the cause and effect.

Edward nodded calmly, as if he was not affected at all, he strode to the second floor and gently pushed open the door of Alan's bedroom.

There was darkness in front of my eyes.

He stepped into the door, and the long hand of the knight behind him quickly lit a fluorescent spell, so that he could see the way ahead.

He lifted the curtains of the bed.

I saw Alan with all the blood on his face.

The blond boy sank upright on the bed, his hands neatly resting on the quilt, his face was as white as white paper.

Edward was taken aback, almost thinking that something had happened to the child.

He sat gently on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and touched his child's forehead... Yes, there is a temperature, and there is no fever.

His Majesty regretted it for a moment, he should let Allen stretch his sleeping position wantonly, instead of frightening him to death honestly like this.

He was silent, quietly watching the sleeping child.

...Don't dare to come back to see me?

Silly boy, what is more important to me in this world than you?

Edward sighed silently. He looked at Alan's regular sleeping posture, turned on a small light, and signaled Lance to exit the door.

In fact, he also had such a day.

When he lost his parents and succeeded to the king, when he lost Alexia, and couldn't sleep because of Ellen's strangeness.

At that time, he couldn't sleep day and night, feeling cold and disheartened, thinking that in this life he would never have another sustenance for him to store his soul.

Edward raised his hand, carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, and silently checked his arm to see if there was any scar on it.

……No.

He seemed relieved, but worried even more.

He brushed Alan's forehead hair back, then patted the quilt lightly, coaxing his child to sleep like he did when he was a child.

One is born, the second is cooked.

He lost Alexia for the second time.

He lost Alexia for the second time.

But Allen was the first time.

This child has never remembered the death of his mother, and has lost his mother in his growth. Although he may have some expectations and envy, he will not be too sad after all.

But now it's different.

After Alan learned the so-called "truth", he searched for the top and bottom, and finally his hope was shattered... Edward worried that the child could not bear such pain.

This pain is even different from Chao Yi.

That was Allen's innate pain, and people can't always bear the sudden pain of losing an important person.

Edward's shoulders collapsed, and he silently raised his hands to cover his eyes.