Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen woke up again, it was the next morning.

He rubbed his head drowsily, startling Edward who was sleeping lightly.

His Majesty has already changed into his own clothes, and the well-fitting shirt has been wrinkled after a night, and it can't be seen clearly under the dark gray suit jacket.

He skillfully confirmed Alan's situation, and asked softly,

"Do you have a headache?"

Allen blinked deeply to ease the dizziness in front of his eyes, and then he could see the face of the person coming.

He raised his hand and grabbed His Majesty's finger, and said with guilt, "Father, there seems to be something wrong with my memory palace..."

Edward paused and stroked his forehead lightly.

"It's okay, my father has already contacted Professor Parker. There are still ten days left in the Christmas holiday. Let's go back to Sandringham Palace and meet Professor Parker, shall we?"

Allen replied softly.

"Okay... but I have to go to the Yule Ball first, I have to go..."

Edward couldn't help laughing.

He said kindly, "No need to go, the Christmas ball is over-don't worry, His Royal Highness will attend as usual!"

Allen was a little confused, "But... I'm still here!"

Edward raised his eyebrows slightly, got up to fetch the boiling kettle next to him, and watched Allen leaning half on the bed, pouring a cup of hot water for his son.

He seemed a little helpless, and assured,

"Don't worry, father promises, there was nothing wrong with yesterday's dance!"

The king lightly concealed the special expressions of Draco, Harry and others seeing "Alan".

He didn't want Allen to think about those insignificant people when facing the torment of memories that surfaced.

He gently rubbed Alan's hair, silently begging God's blessing with the sadness hidden in his heart.

...their father and son do not seem to be favored by the gods.

God never favors wizards.

Perhaps it was because Edward abandoned the will of the gods and married a witch.

Maybe it's because Allen unfortunately inherited the talent for magic and has since become a wizard...

God doesn't love wizards.

Edward looked at his son quietly, and when Allen calmed down, he led the little guy to the principal's office and said goodbye to Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

He no longer let Allen face these, and directly took over the dominance of the discourse.

Dumbledore seemed a little embarrassed, he stroked his white beard, hesitantly said,

"...leave Hogwarts?"

He asked, "But Alan's illness is a bit sudden, should he stay in the magic world, after all, there is magic here..."

Edward smiled dryly.

He raised his eyelids and responded, "Yes, but Alan had already dealt with this little problem before entering the magic world, and he never relapsed."

He was almost menacing.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I also want to know, what kind of magic is it that makes my child receive such a blow?"

"Besides, neither the King nor the Crown Prince are at Sandringham at Christmas..."

Edward frowned slightly, "This is not appropriate!"

Dumbledore was momentarily speechless.

Grindelwald coughed heavily.

With a stinky face, he glared at Allen behind Edward.

But the restless brat was pale, and he glanced calmly, almost allowing him to see Alexia who had just been thrown into Nurmengard by the family.

This made him even angrier.

He snorted coldly, and tugged at the old headmaster's bright red robe, "Albus, since Muggles can pose a threat to wizards, of course they can beat wizards in 'certain aspects'..."

The former demon king's voice was steady, but he shook his head slightly, with a faint hint of yin and yang.

He was still trying to transmit his thoughts, looked at his proud little nephew, and tentatively said,

"How far has Muggle weapons evolved, Alan?"

Allen gently raised his eyelids.

The two pairs of eyes just stared at each other, and after a while, the young one pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, matching his pale face, he looked extremely pitiful.

He said softly, "Uncle, the Muggles' weapons are only for self-protection. If there is no defense force, this country will be bullied by the whole world."

"What's more... According to my understanding of No. 10, a certain street, their 'defense' is just a placebo for the public."

Grindelwald didn't believe it.

"Yeah...but at least there's something, huh?"

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth.

Those sea blue eyes were tired, making everything seem so real.

"... Uncle, it would be great if there was one."

Edward sneered in agreement.

The disgust of the king and his son almost made Grindelwald a little shaken.

And Dumbledore heard Grindelwald's intentions.

He looked at the former demon king with disapproval, and said seriously, "Gellert, Muggles are indeed too weak, a powerful wizard can bring them great disaster!"

Grindelwald sneered.

"But a few weak Muggles can also bring great harm to wizards!"

For a moment, he couldn't help but want to mention Ariana.

With a brother like Albus, that little girl should have a good talent for magic—of course not necessarily, see Aberforth.

——But because of accidentally showing his magical talent, he was bullied by Muggles, and finally became silent.

But he couldn't bear it again, and swallowed these words back to his stomach.

Grindelwald now...

It is indeed "advanced" than Gellert back then, isn't it?

As for the king and his son next to him...

They lowered their eyes in exactly the same way and smiled slightly.

—Look, look at the arrogance of wizards.

Even the wise Dumbledore is like this, let alone other people who are stupid and completely wrapped in corruption?

Edward sighed and said calmly,

"That's it, cousin. I'll be back with Ellen at the end of Christmas."

Allen gave His Majesty a strange look.

... come back together?

He didn't understand that half a month should be enough for him and Professor Parker to consolidate the memory palace, so why did His Majesty come here together?

...Maybe you are worried?

Allen thought.