Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Chapter 391 Guess, whose little skirt is this?

For endless ages, festivals have defined time for people.

Christmas is coming.

Beauxbaton's sumptuous frame and Durmstrang's gigantic ship still lay in their places, standing amidst the unbroken feathers of snow.

Christmas this year is extra special.

——On Christmas Day, Hogwarts will hold a grand Christmas ball to celebrate the start of the Trifinals, and of course, to exchange friendship with the students.

This year, almost all the little wizards stayed in school.

as a warrior,

As a warrior who had to participate in the opening dance, Allen reluctantly stayed in Hogwarts.

He was reluctant.

...You know, Christmas is a rare time for their father and son to let go of their identities as king and crown prince and make trouble like ordinary father and son.

Moreover, he couldn't personally deliver the gift to His Majesty.

This is the first time...

His first Christmas away from His Majesty; and his first Christmas away from Sandringham.

Alan sat in the secret room, looking at the scarlet solitary book that could not be deciphered in front of him, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable grievance in his heart.

The slender eyelashes drooped down, covering those sea blue eyes.

On Christmas Day—

Allen woke up as usual, and saw Tita standing on the bedside table with one side of his eyes.

The snow-white owl narrowed its eyes and hooted when it saw him.

It stretched out its claws and stepped on the mountain of gift boxes under its feet, happily flying to the dark green bed with a big box in its mouth.

Allen stroked its small round head lightly.

——This snowy owl is still as round as ever, according to Allen, it is almost rounded into a Russian nesting doll.

He glanced at the expensive gift boxes piled up beside the bed to the point where there was nowhere to go, and looked away disinterestedly. He took the gift box from Tita's mouth, and his eyes paused for a moment on the signature column.

—It is His Majesty.

With lingering joy in her blue eyes, she quickly opened the gift box and saw a small snow-white skirt inside.

...designed for babies and children.

Judging from the size of the clothes, it is indeed right for children under one year old to wear them.

The soft white cotton had faded a little, but it couldn't hide the softness of the little dress.

The shoulders are a suspender design with a little elastic band, and the hem is a looser skirt.

Allen looked at the dress with some hesitation, and slowly reached out to take out the small card on the skirt.

[Dear baby:

Merry Chrismas!Guess, whose little skirt is this?

Love your father, Edward]

Allen paused, and his slender fingers suddenly curled up, twisting heavily the card inlaid with gold on a white background.

The memories imprisoned at the bottom of the memory tower suddenly broke through the blockade and appeared in front of his eyes in disorder.

Those memories were too messy, he could only vaguely see His Majesty who was calm to the point of despair, and what was reflected in the mirror...

A blond child in a skirt.

Is that yourself?

Allen couldn't care less about thinking, and the sudden mess of memories made him powerless.

His headache was splitting, his eyes were in chaos, and cold sweat overflowed his head in an instant.

In the interval of near fainting,

In the deepest darkness,

Allen saw the past that had been sealed up by himself.

That was when he was very young, so small that his teeth hadn't grown yet, and he was so small that he couldn't speak clearly. He could only babble and shout, begging for a hug from a calm and sad man.

He often gets what he wants.

And often get pushed away.

Because a man who suddenly lost his wife is too sad.

Facing the child brought by his late wife with his life, he wants to meet every expectation of the child, but dare not touch his own child, lest he miss the warmth he fantasized about in the past.

Butler Fran was worried about this.

He was ordered to pack up all the queen's belongings and seal them up.

Most of these things can make people indulge in the sadness of the past, but there are always some things that can bring about the future.

——That was the queen's long-awaited clothes for the little Highness from birth to the age of two.

When the king couldn't control his tears and turned away, Steward Fran tentatively picked up Allen and put on the little skirt for His Royal Highness.

...the little skirt that the queen once teased with His Majesty.

[Do you think this is a little prince or a little princess? ]

[Alexia, I can't guess this...]

[It's okay, Edward.We can prepare more clothes, so that no matter it is a boy or a girl, there are clothes to choose from!

[—What do you think of this one? ]

Edward suppressed a smile and exclaimed, [Like a little angel! ]

Allen put on the little skirt ignorantly, was picked up by Butler Fran, who had never had gray temples at that time, and brought him to His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, you should not wallow in sorrow—although the queen has left, she has left you her treasure.

"Your Highness needs you! He no longer has a mother, don't you have the heart to make him deprived of his father's love?"

Alan didn't know what the housekeeper grandpa was talking about.

He just looked at his crying father, babbling and anxiously trying to touch those teary eyes.

Edward frowned, and took Little Allen guiltily.

...the child is too young.

It was not as long as his arm, so that Edward thought he would hurt him if he tried hard.

The young king looked at his child wearing this little dress, looking pure and innocent like a little angel.

The little angel instinctively wiped away his tears.

But it made him cry even more.

Edward smiled bitterly, rubbed the baby's soft fetal hair, and said softly,

"I'm sorry, my baby."

He hugged Alan, patted the baby's back lightly, his voice was as light as nothing, but he made the firmest promise.

"Father won't get depressed. We father and son must live a good life, so as not to worry your mother..."

Allen's eyes were out of focus, and he could hardly see where he was.

He held his head tightly, and even held His Majesty's Christmas card in his right hand.

There were muffled voices in his ears.

Before his eyes was a blurred picture.

The picture was cut into broken lenses by countless memory fragments, causing him to drip colorless blood all over the ground.

Alan couldn't bear it any longer, and fell heavily on the bed.

Tita was terrified.

It didn't know how to deal with the situation, and fluttered its wings anxiously.

After a while, it had no choice but to brave the wind and snow and fly to the principal's office according to His Majesty's instructions.

When Allen woke up again, the familiar Slytherin color was no longer in front of him, but the white ceiling of the medical wing.

He closed his eyes tiredly, trying to recall the vaguely glimpsed past, but every time he tried to recall, the memory fragments would surge up uncontrollably.

...like before he was seven years old.

After a while, a pair of familiar hands covered his forehead, with the familiar smell of sandalwood and cedar.

… Flores 89.

His Majesty's favorite perfume.

The aroma seemed to pull Allen out of his half-dream and half-awake state, and made him suddenly feel at ease, and fell into a deep sleep.

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