Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen was a little surprised.

Kenny Cooper wants to meet him?

The sea-blue eyes were a little deep, and the pair of slender fingers gently stroked the contact badge in his hand, turned his wrist, and put the badge away.

He got up, picked up his black cashmere coat, and disappeared into the palace.

Blonde hair shines at Windermere House.

Allen was almost in a trance.

He hadn't been here for a long time. The last time he came was when he returned from a summer vacation. He stayed for a few minutes and explained some things to Lance.

……All right.

Those incidents in the third grade also made him isolate himself for a long time.

After that, he stayed at Hogwarts all the time, under the care of the old headmaster and the devil's uncle, and he really didn't have a chance to sneak out to meet the knight commander.

Allen sat slowly on the sofa and drew Lance's magic line.

It's funny to say, I was dissatisfied with Lance's meticulous inquiries before, but once I arrived in Windermere, I subconsciously relaxed a little, and even the slight irritability was relieved a bit.

He half propped his forehead, closed his eyes gently, and rested his mind.

Within a few minutes, familiar footsteps came.

It was a familiar, extremely restrained, and somewhat swift footsteps, with the sound of cloth rubbing, and the leather shoes stepped on the soft carpet, and the sound was almost eliminated.

The voice got closer and closer until it stopped beside him, and then half-kneeled on the ground with some caution.

Allen opened his eyes gently, and saw the gentle knight commander.

There was a bit of self-ashamedness in those light purple eyes, as if he was embarrassed by the Kenny Cooper thing.

He called softly, "Your Highness?"

Lance suppressed his dislike for Kenny Cooper, and tried his best to be fair, "Do you want to meet that bounty hunter?"

Allen smiled lightly.

"Lance, why does he want to see me?"

Lance was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty, "It is very likely that I want to ask you for help to attack the Ministry of Magic together...or it may be purely out of personal curiosity."

Allen sneered softly.

"Oh? Sounds like I went there like an idiot, like a gorilla in a zoo?"

"Probably not."

Lance replied, "Your Highness, Hogwarts Primary School has absorbed many children of dark wizards. As far as I know, there are seven or eight children of Kenny Cooper's team studying in the Primary School.

"...they should at least have no ill will towards you."

Allen sighed, "But at present, the credit of the Hogwarts Primary School is in Malfoy's name..."

He smiled coldly,

"How much do they like me?"

Lance paused for a moment, as if struggling to say something to Allen.

He finally confessed.

"...Your Highness, it is me that Kenny Cooper really wants to humiliate."

He lowered his head, and his shoulder-length silver hair fell gently, with an unwilling forbearance, as well as years of accumulated hatred and pain.

"When I was in school, I did meet Kenny Cooper. I met him twice. I didn't say three words in total, but he seemed to remember him."

He laid it all out.

With the panic of being abandoned soon.

"After graduation, I was hunted down and fled into Knockturn Alley. Back then, I was too cowardly, and I still tried to live in peace, and was always teased and bullied by black wizards..."

"Until I was bumped into by Kubo by accident..."

Lance closed his eyes deeply, his lips trembling rarely.

"He forced me to kill people, cut me up, forced me to drink blood, and said he was teaching me to live..."

"Your Highness..."

He suppressed the tears between his breaths, holding Allen's hand and dared not raise his eyes, for fear of being rejected by the clean crown prince.

"To trouble you...it was never my intention..."

He trembled, but the hand holding Alan's wrist was even stronger.

That strength made Allen couldn't help sighing.

There was a bit of sympathy in those sea blue eyes.

He remembered that last Christmas, he was the one who held Lance's wrist, not wanting to let the only person who could be honest with him besides His Majesty leave.

Allen let him hold it, and said soothingly,

"Lance, you have the only brooch I gave away, and you have my trust. You can handle Kenny Cooper's affairs with full authority. If you don't want me to see him, then I don't want to see him."

Lance finally burst into tears.

He knelt down to cover his face and wept, but he refused to let go of Alan's hand.

Big drops of tears fell on the dry cashmere coat, reflecting the bright colors of the sun as they flowed.

Allen raised his unclasped hand, followed his Majesty's way to gently follow Lance's back, and looked aside in a gentlemanly manner, as if he suddenly became interested in the landscape oil painting hanging on the wall.

He couldn't help feeling a little unbearable.

He also began to reflect on whether he was too harsh on Lance.

After all, the knight commander has to bear such a heavy burden, and he works almost every day, and can't rest until 11 o'clock at night.

As he thought about it, he thought of Diana who had applied for an appointment.

Dame Sharpe has been on a roll lately.

She regained her beauty and ran on the front line of speaking and fighting for rights and interests for the country's educational cause, and won great favor from the public.

A countess who suffered great changes, refused to be a princess, but recovered tenaciously, and fought for the general public interest...

People who have a family feel sad for her misfortune, and sigh with emotion for her unremitting self-improvement.

Naturally, Diana had huge popular support.

This time, she will meet with the king and crown prince, and report the results of this appeal surrounded by the media.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the knight commander who tried his best to restrain his emotions.

...Since Diana's education reform is about to be completed, it is indeed time to share some responsibilities for the Knight Commander.

After Allen made his decision, the knight commander finally adjusted his state, and restrainedly let go of the hands holding Allen's wrist, looked at the faint red marks on it, and stood up guiltily.

"...I made you laugh."

Allen shook his head slightly, smiling broadly and gently.

"Lance, you were always by my side when I was depressed."

He got up, and the silent recovery spell lingered on Lance's eyes and around his wrist, and instantly disappeared the faint redness.