Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The leisurely holiday slowly came to an end.

Although he only played in two cities, Allen was satisfied, obediently hugged his little straw hat, and followed Edward on the return plane.

He set foot on the land of London again.

When he finally returned to Balmoral, he had just ordered the sunflower seeds to be planted, when he saw a brown owl with a letter in its mouth, its wings drooping wearily, and bumped towards him.

Allen raised his hand to block the owl.

But he thoughtfully bent the barrier into an arc, and fished the exhausted owl on the barrier.

Allen took the letter from Triss and unfolded it.

...It turned out to be the notice for the start of the fourth grade.

So why is this owl so tired?

The owl glared at him viciously.

This nasty blond boy is truly an owl-killer!

It followed his trail and flew to France with painstaking efforts, avoiding wind, rain, and the deadly sun.

Finally arrived in France, this bastard changed places!

It worked hard again and flew to Spain despite the wind and rain, but it was so tired that it had to fly for a while and was almost hit by a hunter's bullet on the way.

Finally arrived in Spain...

The bastard has changed places again!

The owl was furious, and broke its wings regardless of the wind and rain, just to peck the bastard to death the moment it fell back to England!

But there is a magic barrier around this bastard!

The owl was too tired to move.

Its feathers are no longer smooth, blown into a bald chicken in the wind and rain.

If it failed to retaliate, it simply smashed it, hoping that it could escape from this vicious owl killer.

When it returns to Hogwarts, it must first chase after the old headmaster with white beard and peck it!Then spread this great feat throughout its race!

It's going to keep the bastard out of owls!

They're going to rise today and knock the damn blond off!

Allen didn't know what the owl had gone through, but he could see the little guy's resentment.

He jokingly took out a Gold Gallon and put it next to its somewhat shriveled stomach, and asked the waiter to take it to recuperate for a while.

Seeing him looking at the timetable again, Edward couldn't help asking, "Is there something wrong?"

Allen shook his head slightly and explained, "It's just a little accident."

He handed over the curriculum and pointed to the special book to His Majesty.

Edward took a look and saw that it read:

Fourth grade students need to prepare their own textbooks:

Magic Potions and Potions, Standard Spells, Level [-], The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense, The Origins of Dark Arts

"A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi", "History of Magic", "Intermediate Transfiguration", "Putting Through the Fog and Seeing the Future", "Rune Dictionary"

Edward paused and murmured softly, "The origin of black magic?"

He smiled and handed the letter back to Allen.

"That doesn't seem like a class Hogwarts would be willing to teach? Well, maybe you'll have a special Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this term?"

His Majesty rubbed his son's head and leisurely returned to the castle.

Allen had no choice but to tell Triss to go to Diagon Alley, and left Balmoral without even entering the main entrance of the castle.

It's time for him to go too.

His Majesty took him away on vacation, and simply walked away for two full months. Now it is the end of August, and school will start in a few days.

He skillfully walked into Lihen Bookstore and gave the book list to the clerk.

He is really a big customer, and the clerk has been waiting for him for a long time.

With that iconic blond hair and bearing, who else is there besides the Muggle Crown Prince?

The clerk greeted skillfully, and said flatteringly, "Your Highness, I'm finally waiting for you! I have prepared two copies of the new book for you, do you want to bring them together?"

He invited Alan to Alan along the way, and thoughtfully served a blueberry vanilla ice cream.

"Please sit down a moment."

Allen nodded slightly, waved his hand to signal other shop assistants to be casual, raised his hand to hold the ice cream cup, and looked at the blend of lavender and milky white.

He thought of the month he had spent in France.

He begged his Majesty to go to Bordeaux and attend the annual reception there.

There is no need for His Majesty to object, the old butler leisurely blocked Alan's thoughts.

"Your Highness, we are only civilians now, and we are not eligible for admission tickets."

Alan:  …

However, the old butler was still very kind. Under Edward's gesture, he came over with a bottle of white wine and a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass bottom for Allen.

...the bottom of a goblet.

Allen once suspected that there was only one drop.

Turning his eyes, he saw a certain king holding a wine glass, half covering his mouth to hide his uncontrollable smile.

Allen knew that he would not be able to drink fresh white wine through proper channels.

then……

During the preparations for the next picnic, he cast a Confusion Charm on a busy Triss, watching as she poured white wine into a portable glass bottle as sparkling water.

Then I drank the sparkling liqueur as I wished.

He was afraid that he would be drunk and that His Majesty would find out, so he cast a confusion spell and sipped the rum in the bottle bit by bit.

The alcohol does not seem to be low.

Allen was almost licking the bottle, and didn't go down a bottle cap for a long time.

But His Majesty quickly drank a bottle.

I'm afraid no one has ever thought that Edward was the first to get drunk.

Allen paused for a moment, watching His Majesty lying in the sunlit lavender field with his head half covered.

He felt that he had caused trouble, so he screwed the cap on the bottle with a guilty conscience, and moved to His Majesty's side, just in time to meet the half-covered sea blue eyes in confusion.

Those eyes looked at his eyes with the outline of his mother with misty drunkenness.

He heard His Majesty calling softly.

"...Alexia."

Allen froze there.

Sitting stiffly in the lavender field, he realized that His Majesty had never forgotten his mother, that His Majesty had never been indifferent before he had brought her back.

He clearly knew.

He clearly should know.

But he was sitting among the fragrant lavender, surrounded by the dazzling sunlight, but there was a hint of coolness for no reason.

Allen looked at the wrinkles between His Majesty's brows, his expression was completely covered by the drooping blond hair, shining like gold in the sun.

The pampered hand hangs down feebly, and all the rum in his hand is poured into the flower field.

The aroma of wine is overshadowed by lavender.

It's like the magic the teenager then casts.

No one knows.