Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The next day, when Allen woke up from that nightmare, he saw a figure beside the bed.

"...Lance?"

He suddenly stopped.

That's not the Knight Commander, that's Your Majesty!

Allen broke out in a cold sweat, and his hands and feet were clutching the quilt stiffly. In the past 13 years of his life, he had never been so frightened.

He trembled unconsciously.

... Your Majesty is coming?Your Majesty knows all about it?Will the father deny his son?

He looked at Edward in fear, looking into those same eyes as his own, he saw deep pain and exhaustion.

Edward sighed softly, brushed the cold sweat off his head with his hand, and asked him warmly, "Did you have a nightmare again? You struggled all night last night, but you didn't dare to cry out."

Allen's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

His eyes looked unblinkingly at Edward, at his father, at the tendencies and intentions revealed in the other's every move.

Edward smiled softly, with some bitterness in his smile.

He patted his child lightly across the quilt, as if coaxing a baby.

He said softly, "Honey, did I give you a failed education?"

Allen clutched the quilt in panic. He tried to grab his father's hand, but he was too scared to move.

Edward smiled wryly. He brushed Alan's forehead hair and asked, "Are you worried that I don't want you anymore? Son, maybe I didn't say this, which gave you this illusion."

Restraining his tears, he gently coaxed,

"Alan, to me, no one in this world is more important than you... Your mother can't come back, she couldn't come back 13 years ago...

"For the past 13 years, you and I have depended on each other for life."

Edward looked at his child with a smile, and his sea-blue eyes seemed to be flushed with a faint regret.

He said softly, "I'm not just your king, I'm your father! There is no cold subjection between you and me—

"We are the closest people in this world, and we are the only people who are related by blood."

He looked into those Alexia-shaped eyes, with an invincible, god-killing tenacity, and assured him,

"I, Edward IX, swear by the King, the Head of State Church, and my father—

"I will always cherish my child, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side!"

Allen looked at him with caution in his eyes.

He wanted to ask about the massacre of the Grindelwald family this time, but he couldn't speak anyway.

Edward seemed to understand what he was thinking.

He stroked Alan's forehead and said softly, "As for the Grindelwald family... child, I have to say, you and I made a wrong decision."

He said softly, "Maybe I shouldn't have let you go to Germany in the first place. And your mistake wasn't killing people to silence—you shouldn't have killed the first person at all."

"You don't know!"

Alan grabbed his hand, "You don't know how that man treats his mother! He doesn't treat his mother as his daughter at all!"

"...I'm just, I'm just so angry."

Edward frowned and looked at Alan, full of worry and helplessness.

He really began to doubt his educational policy, but he couldn't find the problem for a while.

He reviewed Allen's reports every day and did not find anything contrary to the duties of the crown prince and human morality.

Edward thought:

...Maybe he shouldn't just get information from Alan, he should also learn more about Alan from that headmaster.

He looked at his child, holding the hand firmly.

"I won't abandon you."

... He knew that if he showed dissatisfaction and hesitation at this time, he would destroy the child!

He sighed for a long time, and comforted him, "I think you and I both know the consequences of wrong decisions, and we will be more careful when making decisions in the future, right?"

Allen nodded again and again, grabbing him and not letting go.

Edward smiled wryly, "Son, without your mother, I can still have you as my sustenance for the rest of my life... But without you, how do you want me to live?"

In front of His Majesty, Allen finally couldn't hold back the tears that broke the embankment.

He pursed his mouth, blinked his eyes lightly, felt the warm liquid flow from the corner of his eyes, and threw himself into His Majesty's arms guiltily.

"Father, I'm really scared..."

He sobbed softly, his voice was as weak as a dying kitten.

Edward followed his back lightly, looking over the bed curtain.

He let the tears back.

...Because there is his fragile child in his arms.

After that, Allen obediently cooperated and did a full physical examination.

The test results were as everyone expected, very healthy.

He followed His Majesty back to Sandringham Palace, away from all affairs for the time being to recuperate physically and mentally.

... After Christmas, he still has a big show to play.

Lance finally felt relieved.

——When it comes to Your Highness, if there is one person who can turn the tide, it can only be His Majesty!

He settled down and concentrated on preparing all kinds of documents to be submitted later, taking care of Alan's unrelenting mind, and thoughtfully straightening out all the logic and organizing it into a book.

And Allen...

He was hesitating whether to hand over the memory bottle to His Majesty.

Holding the test tube, he twirled it gently, watching the silver thread memories inside flutter and fall, and couldn't help but glance at the time on the test tube label.

—September 1979.

He couldn't help but wonder what had happened between his parents before he was born.

But he knew for certain that he should not pry into His Majesty's privacy.

This is a great faux pas.

... Allen didn't want His Majesty to question his education policy again.

Finally, after their dinner, Allen sat in the armchair next to His Majesty, and couldn't help but whisper, "Father..."

"Ok?"

Edward stopped his pen and turned to look at him.

Allen asked hesitantly, "Do you want to retrieve your past memories?"

Edward was taken aback, and put down the pen unconsciously.

With a glance in his eyes, he asked softly, "Have you got my memory?"

Allen pursed his lips, seeming to have made a lot of determination, took out the memory bottle in his pocket, and handed it to His Majesty.

He said softly, "Father, I'm worried that there are not all happy memories here, or those happy memories... are not suitable for us to watch now."

Edward slowly raised his hand to take it.

He twisted the test tube gently, and calmly put it into a small box in the drawer.

Allen was a little surprised, and couldn't help straightening his back.

"You...don't plan to take a look?"

Edward raised his hand and rubbed his head—now the teenager is looking forward to contact with him, and he will no longer feel that he is an adult and resist the tenderness towards children.

He smiled and said, "Father said, now to me, you are the most important treasure in this world."

"Everything that happened in the past is not important to you."

It's rare for His Majesty to be so straightforward, and Alan's face burned hotly.

With the shyness of being valued by his father, he asked a little puzzled, "But is mother no longer important to you?"

Edward said softly, "She has always been important."

He seemed a little guilty, guilty of not being able to let Alan experience normal blood ties, so that the child actually couldn't understand death and love at all.

He explained,

"I inherited the throne after your grandparents passed away, and it was after that that I met your mother.

"Just because I love your mother doesn't mean I will forget your grandparents."

Edward raised his hand and rubbed Allen's head, and said softly, "These important people, regardless of life or death, will always live in our hearts—just like one day I leave, you will always remember me, right?"

Allen listened carefully and thought carefully, knowing that he heard the last sentence.

He froze in place.

Before Edward said it inadvertently, he never thought that one day, His Majesty would leave him.

He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and scrambled through the document as if evading, flipped to the last signature page randomly, and laid it out in front of Edward again.

The king, who tried to teach Alan feelings, was helpless.

He was really worried about how the child would live when he died one day.

He could foresee—

Alan will become the king, hold a grand coronation ceremony, and perform the duties of the king conscientiously and conscientiously.

But the child most likely will not have a wife.

this means……

Alan will spend this life alone, no one is his weakness, but he also loses his armor at the same time.

His heart will be sealed in the strongest castle, and at the same time exposed to every inch of sunlight, he will be easily burned by the sun.

...The king and the crown prince are to participate in public welfare.

At that time, when Allen went to a nursing home, he would see old people with children who cared about him; when he went to kindergarten, he would see a vibrant future.

Edward didn't know where the child's heart would go.

But he knew that Alan was a very keen child.

After Allen lost him, the only person he could confide in... how to protect that fragile soul?