Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The king's strangeness was quickly discovered by the cabinet.

They don't understand why His Majesty is still lingering at Sandringham Palace after June has passed.

The king has been staying here, which means that many normal official signings have to run hundreds of kilometers back and forth. Of course, the cabinet that loves to save money and then profit from it is not willing.

They urged a prince to come to visit.

This is His Majesty Edward's little uncle, and his relationship with His Majesty is not bad.

then……

A heated argument broke out between the two.

The prince looked at Edward furiously, and accused, "You shouldn't neglect the duties of the king for this woman!"

Edward said coldly, "I have never neglected the duty of the king. It is not that I did not have the idea of ​​giving up the throne to you, but you refused this position!"

The prince had nothing to say.

He walked back and forth angrily, and shouted, "You have reached the age to get married! Do you want all the people to know that the king has committed adultery?!"

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense!"

Edward cut off the other party's voice sharply, "The so-called adultery is cheating on other people when you have a wife!"

He said coldly,

"Perhaps, I know best whether I have a lover! But uncle, you are not so clean!"

"you!"

The old prince was choked with anger.

He tried his best to calm himself down, tried to calm down, and with the aftertaste of anger, he tried to persuade his stubborn nephew.

"...You must know that you are the king! The king should at least marry a noble girl of the right family! Philip, Stuart... everyone is worried about you!

"But what about you? Do you have to choose that woman?

"That woman—she doesn't even want to reveal her surname, she is definitely not of noble birth!"

The prince persuaded earnestly,

"Edward, you are always the most worry-free, why bother to be so persistent this time!"

Edward remained silent, anger welling up in his heart.

Yeah, he's always the most reassuring.

You can't speak and act casually, because he is the crown prince; you can't laugh and fight, because he is the crown prince; your grades must be top-notch, and your speech must be upright, because he is the future king...

Every move is as cute as a puppet.

Now, is it not even allowed to like the person you like?

He breathed out slowly, and said softly but firmly, "I will not marry the daughters of those noble families. If I will marry a wife in this life, that person will only be Alexia."

Edward rebelled,

"If you think the daughters of Philip or the Stuart family are good, you can mercifully divorce the princess and go after those girls again!"

"Save her from humiliating herself to endure your infidelity all day for the sake of the royal family's face!"

These words are too real and too mean.

The prince was so angry that his blood surged, his eyes rolled and he passed out.

Edward pressed the call bell calmly, and said calmly, "Uncle's heart attack has turned over, why don't you send him to the hospital soon?"

He stepped up the stairs and saw the girl at the end of the steps.

Alexia looked at him and stepped down the steps step by step.

She was wearing a powder blue skirt with a shirt collar and a skirt as fluffy as a blooming petunias.

She seemed a little guilty, lowered her eyes and said, "Edward, I didn't intend to embarrass you or your uncle..."

"Otherwise, I'd better leave..."

"No!"

The panic at that moment seized Edward's heart. He didn't even care about the gentleman's etiquette soaked in his bone marrow, and stepped forward to grab the girl's arm.

He restrained himself.

He took a step back restrainedly, and looked up at the apologetic girl.

The young king had never had a moment like this.

It seemed that everything was full of fear and uneasiness. Everything he wanted most in this life was right in front of him, but he was to be separated from him under the confinement of this identity.

He whispered, "No, Alexia. I can take care of this."

Those sea blue eyes were full of humble love.

Edward stretched out his hand to hold the hand that had healed from the scar, and bent down gently to kiss it.

He looked up at the girl opposite, and said softly, "Give me a chance, please?"

Alexia smiled slightly.

There was floating sadness in those pale blue eyes, she said softly, "I'm a freak."

Edward retorted softly, "You're just a wizard."

These words made the girl's eyes widen uncontrollably, and the hand suddenly shrank, leaving only the young man's hand to gently hold it nostalgic.

Edward looked into those eyes with restrained but still undisguised love.

He said softly, "I know you are a wizard, I know you are not from this country, and I know you may have other motives in coming to London."

He smiled, with resigned comfort.

"London isn't safe, Alexia. After Grindelwald ravaged Europe and narrowly left Britain out, is Britain in the hands of another demon?"

Edward hesitantly moved up a step.

He gently took the girl's hand and wrote a word on the scarred palm.

"It is rumored that this is his name. But this name has magical powers, and once it is spoken, it will be sensed by him-we generally call him 'mysterious man'."

He suppressed the earnestness in his eyes, and said softly,

"Don't leave Sandringham House, or - don't leave my side. Even if you have no feelings for me, but for your own safety -

"Please don't leave me."

Alexia pushed his hand away and took a step up restrainedly.

She turned away those sea-blue eyes, and said softly, "You know very well that I don't like you, let alone marry you—I don't even trust you."

Edward looked at her, forced his eyes down and smiled.

"But at least you know that I won't hurt you. At least you know that my side is safe, and the mysterious person can't hurt you by my side."

He turned around, with a rare loneliness in his back.

he whispered,

"If you're going to Diagon Alley, please remember to take me with you."