Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Allen woke up again, there was no one around him.

The tip of his nose was familiar with the smell of sandalwood and cedar, which made him look sideways.

On the side of the hospital bed, His Majesty's perfume bottle was opened just like that.

The square glass bottle is a bit of brown reflected by the perfume, and in the middle is a deep blue inlaid with elegant gold rims. The gilt printing is on it, as if with some cold wisdom.

A brass-inlaid spade wood diffuser stands to one side.

The uniform color is distributed on a short section of spade wood, but it makes Allen feel at ease.

... His Majesty is coming.

He smiled softly, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, hiding the sudden tears.

... memory disorder.

This was a problem that hadn't reappeared for many years, which made him feel a little worried.

Allen's eyes sank, he closed his eyes and sank into the memory palace.

At the bottom of the tall Tower of Babel, there are some thin marks, and some chaotic memory fragments linger around, like the disturbing devils in the Bible, passing Alan's eyes one by one.

When the boy tried to peek into the gap at the bottom of the tower, countless childhood memories flooded in, making him unable to tell where he was for a while...

Before his eyes seemed to be broken teacups on the carpet of Windsor Castle, and it seemed to be the royal rose garden overflowing with fragrance...

Allen had to forcibly activate Occlumency, which separated the chaotic fragments.

He built a high wall in his mind, threw all the overflowing fragments of memory to the other end of the wall, and then took a short breath.

His current state is not good.

His pale forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his slender fingers were trembling faintly...

Allen leaned against the head of the bed, the cold railing brought back a bit of his energy, and made him drowsy even more.

And on the other side-

Edward had just dealt with groups of young wizards who came to salute and say hello.

This is also a rare small challenge for His Majesty.

After all, he only saw these children in Alan's memory, and it was a little troublesome to match these grown-up boys and girls with the flat photos on the report for a while.

Fortunately, the main communication is the few people mentioned by Allen many times.

Such as Theodore Nott, such as Daphne Astoria, such as the heads of the three colleges, such as the little snakes that Slytherin is trying to cling to...

Another example is Beauxbaton's enthusiastic girls...

Edward was relieved to find that his son had not only established a king-like prestige in the wizarding world, but also had a good relationship with the opposite sex.

...It's just that these Beauxbaton girls always have some inexplicable kindness.

Edward has been fed more than a dozen kinds of drinks and twenty kinds of bread.

His Majesty took a sip of it very face-saving, and set a table next to him with the remaining cups and saucers.

Fortunately, the weird sister band invited by Dumbledore is here!

—it really saved him!

Everyone bid farewell to him enthusiastically, and ran to play in the noisy "night market".

Fleur was the last one left.

She obviously has a good relationship with Allen, and she speaks with familiarity and informality.

Edward easily understood from Fleur's attitude how familiar the young lady was with his son.

But he was already laying out the topic and was about to leave.

As for his partner...

In fact, as early as when the heads of the houses came to say hello, Roger Davies, the head of Ravenclaw's house—and Fleur's partner of course—had a good chat with Miss Chloe.

They are now hugging each other to the electronic music of the Weird Sisters that Dumbledore has invited, their well-manicured hair parted with excessive movement.

Chloe clutched the hem of her skirt and her high heels, reveling under the colorful lights.

Hibiscus: ...

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

... This young lady has never been like this!When the boy Chloe liked in the fourth grade fell in love with her, she didn't show such "inelegant" behavior.

Although Furong herself is ready to move.

She glanced at "Alan" helplessly, then at the cheering crowd beside her, and tentatively suggested,

"Alan, do you want to...?"

"Still not."

Edward immediately refused, stood up in a gentlemanly manner, and said, "Forgive me for my poor hospitality, but I'm still boiling a pot of potion, and it's time to go back and have a look."

Fu Rong sighed knowingly, "As expected..."

She nodded understandingly.

... A genius, always has some weird research enthusiasm.

She watched the calm and calm figure wrapped in a luxurious dress leave, and then plunged into the crowd cheering for the weird sisters.

Edward soon found Dumbledore at the entrance of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The old headmaster was looking at the students who were arguing with great interest, and sighed with indistinct admiration,

"It's nice to be young, and you can still be hurt by love..."

Grindelwald's stinky face suddenly froze a bit, with some memories of the past in his heart, he restrained his hostility towards Edward as if admitting defeat.

His Majesty seemed oblivious.

He still greeted the two politely and followed Dumbledore's gaze.

He glanced at Hermione, who was arguing with the youngest son of the Weasley family, and Harry, who seemed a little at a loss beside him, and looked at the old headmaster who was eating melons with some urging.

His Majesty lowered his voice and reminded,

"Mr. Dumbledore, Alan may have woken up...I don't want him to be alone when he wakes up."

The old principal came back to his senses, suppressed the complexity in his eyes, and led Edward into the teleportation array, watching His Majesty skillfully enter visitor information.

In an instant, the three of them moved outside the medical wing.

He frowned slightly strangely, and asked seemingly unintentionally,

"Your Majesty, you seem to be familiar with these?"

Edward strode towards the medical wing, and the gorgeous black and silver inlaid robe corners were thrown out in an arc in the air.

He paused when he heard the words, and looked back at the white-bearded grandfather who was standing there, with a little coldness in his sea blue eyes.

That voice was full of suppressed coldness, but it seemed to carry the snow of the peak of the Alps.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Allen always tells me everything...

"His actions, his thoughts, his next plan... Of course, these insignificant gadgets are also included..."

Those eyes were majestic and firm, but also slightly warning and vigilant.

"I warned you before, don't doubt him."

It was rare for Edward to speak clearly, with the sharpness of holding a sharp sword.

"Principal Dumbledore, if Allen really had an accident because of these inconspicuous affairs in the wizarding world, I won't be so polite!"

He glanced at Grindelwald next to him, and left a sentence half-restrained.

"Cousin, forgive me!"

He climbed up the stairs steadily and nimbly, body shapeshifting gradually lost its effectiveness, revealing shoulders and chest that were somewhat wider than the boy's.

He strode into the medical wing, and stepped lightly when he entered the door, with a light-footed treasure and caution.

Grindelwald couldn't help crossing his arms and thinking.

Although he really hated the Muggle king for abducting Alexia, he had to admit that the other party was indeed a good husband and father in charge when it came to his wife.

As a Muggle, he dared to warn the headmaster in the groundless Hogwarts for the sake of his children...

——Even if they would really throw a mouse at Alan, they wouldn't hurt him.

Grindelwald sighed softly, hugged the old headmaster, and persuaded, "Albus, you should also let yourself rest."

He raised his beard in displeasure, and said with disgust, "Look, someone cares about that careless kid!"