Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This summer, the King and Crown Prince are staying in Balmoral rather than traveling.

Even so, it was just like when visiting abroad.

The cabinet couldn't find the king's signature, and the prime minister couldn't find the crown prince to inquire about the inside story. Even the royal housekeeper temporarily disappeared the news.

The king and his son seemed isolated from the world.

At this time, the father and son who had attracted everyone's attention had already left Balmoral. They took the old housekeeper and Triss to the beach in Lisbon, Spain for vacation.

It was Edward's idea.

He didn't like the depressed Alan very much, so he simply asked the old housekeeper to forge his ID card, took the confusion spell ring refined by Alan, and abducted his son to go on vacation.

Allen was a little hesitant.

After all, he had just handed over the batch of communication crystal balls to the Ministry of Magic before the holiday, and handed over the agency of more Muggle medicines to the Malfoy family.

At this time, the Greengrass family has already begun to test.

But his resistance was ineffective.

His Majesty is determined to take him out this time. In Edward's eyes, no matter how great the benefits are, in front of Alan's physical and mental health, he has to take a step back.

They went to France first.

Mid-June is the best time to view lavender.

Under the overall arrangement of the old housekeeper, they moved into the small town of Valensole on the east side of Provence.

In June, all the lavenders in Valensole are in full bloom. At a glance, there are endless purple spreads, and occasionally there are orange sunflowers and golden wheat waves beyond the horizon.

The endless melancholy and strong purple collides with the scorching golden yellow under the sun, which is spectacular and admirable.

It's not that Allen has never been here.

When he visited France with Edward, he took them on a tour of the town and shared with them the lavender harvest.

They also visited the lavender workshops that have been passed down from generation to generation here, and brought back some lavender essential oil.

Triss loves it.

During that time, Allen's shirt smelled of lavender.

The somewhat dazed Crown Prince was a little uncertain, not understanding why His Majesty suddenly wanted to come here.

...Although he just obediently followed.

The old housekeeper rented a small house here, with exactly four rooms, enough for a group of them to live in.

Edward let go of the majesty of the king, and turned out to be the one who knows how to play.

He asked Triss to pack the lunch, then took Alan with a basket and ran out for a picnic, leaving the two poor housekeepers behind.

From the moment he set out, Allen carried himself with furtive caution.

Even though he knew that under the effect of magic, no one would know that this was the king and crown prince who should have stayed in Balmoral obediently, but he was still very nervous.

It seems to be a bad boy.

The weather in June was not too hot. Wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers, Edward found the flower field they bought.

He looked at Alan who was standing by the field with a woven basket, a little at a loss, and beckoned him to come over.

Allen glanced hesitantly at the lavender under the ridge of the field, then at his spotless leather shoes, and slowly stepped into the ground.

He walked slowly to His Majesty with a basket in his hand, and asked,

"...Father, are we really going to eat here?"

Edward paused for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed Alan's head.

He remembered that Alan was in poor health when he was a child, and he was suffering from super memories. He would get sick when he was blown by the cold wind, let alone feel the cold wind in the midsummer sun.

The kid never enjoyed a picnic.

He suddenly felt that he was a little negligent, and reached out to take the picnic basket in Allen's hand, then grabbed his son's neck, smiled and led him to the flower field.

Edward put Allen on the ridge, with the patience of soothing a baby.

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, fixed the cuffs on his forearms, quickly and skillfully spread out the blue plaid tablecloth, put the things in the basket on the tablecloth one by one, and invited with a smile,

"Your Highness, would you like to enjoy a picnic with your father?"

Allen looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He looked at the messy lunch box put away by his father, hesitating whether to clean it up or not.

But Edward didn't give him the chance.

His Majesty the King threw his son directly into the lavender field.

Allen was caught off guard and had a close contact with the land. He climbed up from the flowers in protest, raised his hand and took off a lavender petal, and threw it in the direction of Edward.

Edward didn't want to hide at all.

He took off the cuff on his upper arm, threw it aside, and wrestled with his son in the flower field, successfully arousing Alan's hidden bad temper.

then……

Edward had to admit, luckily he was the child's real father!

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to eat today's meal.

His Majesty the King rubbed his left abdomen when he was kicked, looked at the bruises on his arms, stood up with lavender petals all over his body, and stroked a petal on Allen's head in revenge.

The boy sitting in the flower field was covered in the fragrance of flowers.

Unconvinced, Allen removed the petals on his head and let them fall on the collar of his white shirt, and the light purple petals piled up all over his body.

Edward picked up a bottle of orange juice and handed it over, took another bottle himself, squatted down and patted his son's head in a funny way.

"Happy?"

Guiltyly, Allen looked away from Edward's black-and-black arm, puffed his cheeks duplicity, and felt confident and unreasonable.

"...It was you who made me angry first, and I didn't mean it."

Edward laughed, and sat back on the picnic mat to himself.

He waved his hand and said helplessly, "If you don't come again, the lunch will be gone!"

Allen opened his eyes wide in shock, quickly got up and ran over.

He took the sandwich from His Majesty, and rolled his eyes curiously.

Now, he didn't dislike the uncleanness of the place, and sat neatly on the picnic mat, biting a sandwich.

Allen swears it's the best sandwich he's ever had.

With a strong lavender fragrance.

He looked at Edward curiously, and saw that His Majesty the King put his neckline down rarely, rolled up his sleeves and cut the cake with a knife, and concentrated on distributing the cream.

He had never seen such a majesty.

just like……

The god who was thought to be always majestic and gentle suddenly became a person.

Edward cut the cake into six perfect portions, put one on a plate, picked out a few strawberries from the fruit plate and put them on top, and handed it to Ellen.

Those sea blue eyes were stained with helplessness.

His Majesty is well aware of his son's emotional flaws, but there is nothing he can do about it.

He took the fruit plate, twirled a handful of light purple flower petals, and sprinkled a layer of purple on the plate of cake while Alan was not prepared, and he heard his son's protest.

He smiled triumphantly and said,

"Baby, my father bought this acre of lavender. July happens to be the Lavender Festival in Valensole, so you have to get rid of this acre of flower fields."

Alan:  …

He held up the small cake dully, and took a bite of the cream angrily.

"You handle it yourself! Otherwise, let Triss and the butler grandpa down and let them make lavender essential oil from this flower field and bring it back!"

With a belated rebellion, Allen ate his own little cake with all his heart.

Then Edward threw petals all over her body.

God knows how Butler Franc and Triss felt when they saw the king and the crown prince returning with cream all over their bodies.

Yes, seeing that the little highness who had been unhappy for several months would laugh, Steward Fran was extremely relieved.

but……

His Majesty!What are you doing to join in the fun!