Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore paced back and forth a little anxiously.

The unique smell of potions from the medical wing came out, disturbed by the old headmaster's back and forth steps.

He looked at the king sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, hesitating to speak.

Edward just sat there, looking worriedly at the sleeping boy.

He wasn't sure what the circumstances of Alan's coma this time were, whether he was still tossing about with guilt over the Grindelwald family, or whether he was too mentally stressed to collapse...

When the principal rushed to Allen's dormitory, he saw the gift box that had been opened.

...a little white dress.

...Is it because of that dress?

Edward frowned tightly.

His own child knew that he was the teacher who selected Alan to organize his memories, and he finally found Professor Parker.

He knew how Allen built the memory palace, and of course he also knew that the child sealed up the memory before the age of seven.

Ellen shouldn't remember that little dress.

There was a strong worry in those usually calm sea blue eyes——

But what if the kid suddenly remembered?

That didn't do Alan any favors.

If some of the memories before the age of seven surged up, I am afraid that those blocked childhood memories would break loose messily.

Edward couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

He shouldn't have given that little dress to Ellen, even though at the beginning, he just expected his children to understand how much he loved him.

He raised his hand to stroke Alan's forehead, and sighed silently.

After a while, Grindelwald appeared in the flames with Fox in one hand.

He had clearly come in a hurry, still clutching his quill for class.

The quill pen and the sticky note with circles and circles were rubbed together, and the feathers were curled and messed up.

As soon as he landed, he frowned and asked,

"Albus! What happened to the restless kid?"

He paused and saw Edward sitting by the hospital bed.

Madam Pomfrey shook him angrily with a towel, and reprimanded in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, Professor Green! Don't disturb the students' rest!"

Grindelwald:  …

Reluctantly suppressing his temper, he glanced at the old principal next to him after confirming that all the hospital beds were empty.

Dumbledore sighed.

"You go out first, Bobby. I'll keep an eye on him."

Madam Pomfrey gave him a distrustful look, shook her body, and shuffled out.

The moment she left the door of the ward, Grindelwald waved his wand with a stinky face, and sealed off the room with powerful confusion and alarm spells.

At the same time, all the body deformation techniques on his body faded away.

The black and white hair turned into white gold, the brown eyes on the right faded to extreme lightness, and the left side returned to a beautiful blue, and the chill and threat were no longer concealed.

In the end, that face seemed to have removed a layer of human skin mask, revealing its old and true face.

Grindelwald looked at Edward beside the bed with a cold face, his jaw protruding into a sharp arc, and he didn't say a word.

Edward looked over.

Those eyes are the same sea blue as the boy on the hospital bed.

Seeing the person coming, he slightly raised his eyelids in surprise.

Different pupils?

Grindelwald?

Edward couldn't help standing up, he wanted to confirm the identity of the other party, and wanted to know Alexia's past life...

I also want to spy on the other party's views on the Grindelwald family.

He took a step forward and then paused, hesitantly leaning forward to salute.

"Mr. Grindelwald, good afternoon."

He raised his eyes slowly, and said slowly, "Perhaps, I should call you..."

"'Cousin'?"

Dumbledore grabbed his beard worriedly, and looked at the hostile former Demon King calmly.

Grindelwald snorted coldly.

With disdain, he looked Edward up and down, and said dissatisfiedly, "Is this the person Alexia is looking for?"

"That stupid girl has really bad eyesight!"

Edward didn't think it was disobedient, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and replied calmly and gently, "No way, cousin. She has suffered too much.

"As for her death..."

"I'm still very sorry."

He looked back gently, looked at the pale child on the hospital bed, and sighed, "I just want her to be happy... Neither I nor Alan have any intention of sacrificing her life."

He whispered,

"But God gave us such a will."

Grindelwald sneered heavily.

Dumbledore could not help clearing his throat, reminding a certain demon king to restrain himself.

He pulled his beard and changed the subject,

"Hey, Gellert, you should see what happened to Allen..."

Edward lowered his eyes and smiled.

He knew that his uncle would always be dissatisfied with the brat who kidnapped his sister, but he never thought that this situation would happen to him as well.

He turned around and sat back on the bed, sighed, "Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore. I already have some guesses about the child's situation..."

"The royal family will find that unique 'doctor'."

Edward said softly, "He used to be able to straighten out the messy mud, and now he can certainly clean up the tumbling mud again."

Dumbledore hesitated to speak, and then stopped talking.

He always felt that it was not good for him to interrupt at this time, but...

The old man with white beard pulled his beard pitifully, hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, today is Christmas..."

Edward:?

Dumbledore blinked and tried his best to deal with the prompt, "Alan is a Hogwarts warrior."

Seeing that His Majesty still didn't understand what he meant, he could only sigh and explain, "...there is a Christmas ball tonight, and Allen was supposed to attend."

He was very embarrassed.

"Under the circumstances, a bad old man like me shouldn't have said such things, but... The Triwizard Tournament is a rare event. As the organizer, if the Hogwarts warriors don't attend, they will definitely be criticized internationally... "

Edward frowned slightly.

... Not only that, everyone will know that the crown prince's health is in trouble.

This is a great damage to Allen's reputation.

But to wake up the child and reluctantly participate in that dance... It is a great burden on Alan's memory and brain...

He hesitated and moved his eyes, looking at the "big brother" who was holding a wand to check Allen remotely.

The well-behaved king slowly raised his eyebrows, and a thought that did not follow the rules came up.