Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Allen returned to the Slytherin lounge, the little snakes had already fallen asleep, leaving only a residual lamp, which barely added a halo to the dark and damp dungeon.

Allen paused at the door, walked in slowly, and sat quietly on the single sofa.

He comes back late these days.

On the one hand, he really wanted to get closer to His Majesty and protect His Majesty personally; on the other hand, he needed His Majesty to help him straighten out his childhood memories.

For Edward, this is also a familiar thing.

His Majesty already kept Alan's childhood diary, especially after he discovered that Alan's memory was wrong, the daily diary records are almost detailed.

There are more than 200 copies of the records from the age of three to seven, which are full of ten briefcases, so that Edward even has to screen to determine which part to follow with Allen first.

But this is an unavoidable trouble.

Allen has the talent of super memory, he can't forget anything, so the father and son can only check one by one to sort out the complicated memories.

What's more, those memories are too confusing.

They are chaotically entrenched at the bottom of the memory tower, and as soon as they start looking for a certain part, all the memory fragments will come out, which undoubtedly adds a lot of burden to the work of memory organization.

Edward sighed behind Alan's back countless times, but he could do nothing about this natural talent and curse.

It is a disease from which only love can escape.

Not even magic can do anything.

Allen leaned lightly on the back of the sofa, cast a confusion spell all over his body, put his arms on the armrests, and looked in the direction of the bedroom like that.

...Sometimes, he really envied these people.

These little wizards didn't have such talent, nor did they have such a curse. They laughed and played and calculated every day, and occasionally turned their heads and forgot things, and forgot all the pain.

But what about him?

……

That's it.

He smiled softly and closed his eyes tiredly.

The next day, Allen was woken up by the sound of the little snakes going downstairs, and the noisy voices of the little wizards reached his ears, making him even more tired after sitting up and sleeping all night.

He moved his body slowly to relieve the fatigue caused by sleep, and heard the little snakes urging each other to go to class.

"Hurry up! You're going to be late!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right here... Wait! I forgot to bring the quill!"

"Don't worry about those useless ones! What kind of pen do you have in History of Magic!"

Allen felt a little helpless.

——Last night, he should have cast a Silencing Charm.

He pinched the bridge of his nose lightly, leaving a trace of red marks on both sides of the fair and straight bridge of the nose. He couldn't believe that he fell asleep on the sofa.

Allen sighed softly, got up with the Confusion Curse, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

No matter what, he should wash up first, and then change clothes!

A certain crown prince confidently skipped the history of magic in the morning, then took care of himself slowly, and went to have breakfast with His Majesty the King.

Edward looked helplessly at the blond boy who was sitting at the table and ordered a table of delicious food, glanced at his watch, and joked,

"His Royal Highness, it is already 09:30 - if you are in the palace, I am afraid you will only be hungry!"

"certainly not!"

Allen replied with a smile, "I can have some pudding or tiramisu by myself!"

Edward smiled helplessly, shook his head slightly, and reminded,

"Sandwiches and milk are enough! You eat this meal too late, eat more, and you don't have to eat at noon."

He flipped through a few pages of the newspaper in his hand, folded it and handed it to Alan, saying,

"Well, little prince, take advantage of this newspaper while you are having breakfast—

"Daily Prophet, Barty Crouch said that the security forces for the Trifinals will be strengthened, and he specially invited the retired Auror Alastor Moody to come over."

Allen took a sip of the milk, put down the milk glass and took the newspaper, scanned the page ten lines at a glance, and frowned slightly.

"...Why so suddenly?"

There was also a slight frown between Edward's brows. He lifted his chin and signaled, "As I said earlier, Crouch found some 'wonderful threats', so he was restless. We must invite Moody over."

Allen quickly turned the newspaper to the front, and followed His Majesty's command to find that passage.

I see it says-

[In terms of protecting the Trifinals, Crouch's attitude is very firm.He believes that security forces must be increased to deal with some fantastic threats that should not exist...

[Hogwarts is the venue for the Trifinals. Although Dumbledore is in charge, it still needs an experienced Auror who has a keen sense of danger, is good at fighting dark wizards, and is always in charge. Danger.

[Moody was ordered in the face of danger, saying that he would definitely protect the top three, and no black wizard could escape his magic eyes...]

Allen frowned slightly, and couldn't help repeating that strange sentence.

"Security must be increased...to deal with some fantastic threats that shouldn't exist..."

He raised his eyes to look at His Majesty, who was as immobile as a mountain, his sea blue eyes were a little vigilant and probing.

"But, father... why does he feel that there are some threats? The three-final match started last year, and Crouch always thought that Dumbledore was in charge. How could it suddenly..."

Edward nodded slightly.

"Yeah, honey—that's exactly what I told Lance to investigate."

Allen answered,

"Last year, the process was very smooth, the only change was Christmas in the middle! This year there is a Christmas ball, and many students stayed at school. If there is any change, the other party will definitely leave the school!

"We just need to find out the list of people who left school for Christmas and check them one by one!"

Edward took out a piece of royal letter from the folder next to him, handed it to Allen, picked up the teapot and refilled himself a cup of tea, smiled at the rich tea fragrance,

"—your head of the academy is fairly efficient."

Allen took the letter paper and saw that the list of thirteen personnel had been preliminarily checked out. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and said incredulously,

"You've already dealt with..."

He smiled in surprise, folded the letter paper embarrassingly, and said with a mischievous expression, "Your Majesty, I have to say - you are more efficient than the Knight Commander!"

Edward glanced at him, with a half-smile, as if he wanted to reprimand him, then paused, and said helplessly,

"The wizarding world is a mess, no one wants to change, and now the trouble of trying to reform is all on you alone...

"Father should share some with you."

He gently put down the teacup, pulled out the newspaper in Allen's hand, ordered the half-drunk milk cup, and reminded, "The milk is finished."