Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This group of wizards who called themselves the Order of the Phoenix were all teenagers under the age of 20, about the same age as Edward.

They comforted each other annoyedly, with a handsome youthful look, chic and frank.

Except for one person.

It was a wizard with a short stature and a timid behavior. He looked vaguely like a thief, his fingers clasped his wand, and his eyes showed a little restlessness.

Edward narrowed his eyes silently.

Order of the Phoenix?

It is the society mentioned by the Minister of Magic against Voldemort's dark rule, which is said to be led by Hogwarts headmaster Dumbledore.

He intentionally reminded him, but he didn't expect the girl beside him to speak before him.

Alexia asked with crooked eyebrows, "Excuse me, are you friends of Albus Dumbledore?"

Everyone was stunned.

The young man called "Padfoot" raised his hand and scratched his head.

"...Uh, sort of."

The gentle and haggard young man smiled helplessly, and explained, "We are Dumbledore's students, maybe now, we are also comrades in arms."

Alexia frowned happily.

She strode forward, as if remembering something, ran to Edward's side again, took out the crumpled letter from her coat, and handed it to the haggard young man.

"Please pass it on to him for me, I am..."

She paused and said, "I'm his friend's sister—it can't be helped, you see, all the owls here are injured."

The young man on the opposite side took over the trouble.

Maybe it was influenced by that pampered innocence, or maybe he himself likes to help others.

James smiled, raised his elbow and poked his friend, "Remus, why are you blushing?"

Edward approached them with a perfect smile, with a hint of warning in his perfect smile. He raised his hand and put the coat on the girl's shoulders, silently swearing his sovereignty.

He smiled perfectly and said, "Sir, thank you very much for your help."

He lowered his eyes, looked at the girl beside him with restraint and caution, raised his arm halfway to the girl's waist, but didn't dare to touch that waist.

With veiled jealousy, the young king said softly, "Alexia, shall we go back?"

Seeing that the two of them said goodbye with a smile and were about to leave, James was a little anxious, poked his friend next to him fiercely, and said loudly,

"Hey! Don't go, leave a name!"

Alexia turned around with a smile, grabbed Edward's arm, and said, "Forget it, he will be jealous."

No one could tell what Edward was feeling at the time.

It was as if my heart was full of roses, and all of a sudden they were in full bloom, and with a dense fragrance, they smashed through the cautious and restrained wall.

He put his arms around the girl's shoulders.

Amidst the grievances of the group of young wizards behind him, he glanced back, abandoning the peace and tranquility that the king should have, and triumphantly.

Alexia lowered her eyebrows slightly, with the corners of her mouth curled up tenderly.

When she came, she was full of fear and anxiety.

But the blatant favoritism is really warming.

There was a gentleness in her eyebrows and eyes, and she was confident that there would always be someone by her side.

She broke free from the shackles that her family had instilled in her family for more than ten years. She wanted to choose a Muggle and walk towards her own happiness.

Alexia thought,

Come back in a few days, at that time, they can buy an owl and send a letter to their cousin, telling them that this is an unorthodox choice for Grindelwald.

But everything happened too suddenly.

The Death Eaters became more and more arrogant, and the turmoil in the wizarding world intensified. The shops in Diagon Alley were closed, and even the Leaky Cauldron was no longer open.

These vicious people found Alexia's trail.

They're doggedly guarding Buckingham Palace and attacking as soon as Alexia leaves the castle, trying to kill the girl.

Even Alexia doesn't know anything.

After that, Edward never dared to let the girl go out again.

He asked the designer to come to the door to customize clothes and jewelry for the girl. He saw that the girl's eyebrows and eyes were stained with sadness, but there was nothing he could do.

He never thought of trapping the girl as a canary that only belonged to him.

But he had to take this method to ensure the safety of his loved one.

The nobles and the cabinet were also restless.

They began to send people to persuade Edward, to persuade the young king to follow their ideas and choose the person they chose.

Princes, princesses, cabinet ministers...

Their opinion really does matter.

But Edward refused.

He said, "My lords, I am the king. No one is worthy to rule my marriage but my dead parents."

The king blocked all opinions with unprecedented force.

He keeps everyone out of Alexia, doesn't give them a chance to destroy their hard-won relationship.

In the black fog of memory threads, Edward looked at the long-dead girl.

For a moment he wished he had never had Alexia, maybe so she would never have died.

Finally, the Death Eaters who were standing guard outside the palace were evacuated.

The nobles and cabinet ministers also gradually realized that no one can shake the king's will in this matter. If they insist on fighting against His Majesty Edward, they will only add trouble to themselves in vain.

That day, the old prince visited again.

His hair was also much grayer, and his eyes looked tired when he looked at Edward.

He asked slowly, "You must marry her?"

Edward said firmly, "Yes."

"Even if this is a marriage that is not blessed by everyone?"

"Yes."

Edward looked at him firmly, and smiled mockingly, "Uncle, does it mean that I can have happiness because I have a marriage blessed by the nobles?"

The old prince looked at him helplessly, and said abruptly,

"I want to meet that woman."

Edward hesitated, and replied, "I need to ask Alexia for advice. If she doesn't want to see you, please leave."

The old prince was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

Everyone is right, a child who has always been worry-free, is the most likely to kill half of his popularity when he makes a fuss!

He just sat there, watching his nephew take the girl downstairs as if he was looking at an eyeball, and protected her to sit on the sofa, his eyes were vigilant.

He said unhappily, "I didn't intend to kill her."

The old prince leaned back with his nose not his nose, his eyes not his eyes, and said angrily, "You don't want to say your surname, and you don't want to say where you come from..."

Edward coughed heavily.

The old prince was so angry that he rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and said reluctantly, "You should know that your concealment is completely insincere! But since Edward likes you and thinks you are an angel...we will admit it!"

"Girl, if you want to marry into the royal family, you need to pay at least something."

He smiled coldly, with breathless anger.