Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After being disturbed by Bagman, Edward obviously lost interest in continuing to tour.

Well, when he asked Allen about his next visit at this time, he definitely didn't think about purely playing.

Allen paused and replied, "Your Majesty, how about going to the Chamber of Secrets?"

Edward nodded slightly.

So a relaxing tour in the afternoon turned into a current situation discussion.

…there is even professional training for crown princes.

Alan sat in the study in the secret room, looking at His Majesty opposite him and asked him calmly, "Alan, tell me the truth, do you have any plans that Bagman mentioned."

The room was silent.

The blond crown prince in front of him was silent for a while, lowered his eyes slightly to avoid staring at His Majesty, and curled up his slender fingers involuntarily.

The young man's expression was extremely calm, his drooping eyes carried a tiresome passive resistance.

After a while, he pursed his lips lightly and said, "Father, can't you?"

Edward stared at his son in silence, and looked into the distance in silence. His majestic blue eyes sighed, and he scanned the tall bookshelf from bottom to top.

The spine of the hardcover faced them with intellectual arrogance.

He says,

"Look at these books... I still remember that when you were a child, you couldn't study at all, and you would mix everything together in a flash."

Allen followed his line of sight, silently without speaking.

"Alan, I don't want you to burden too much."

Edward finally expressed the expectation in his heart.

He looked at his son, sitting there as usual, with the nobility in the bones of the royal family, and the loneliness of a lost father.

"According to my idea, I want you to go to the wizarding world for a while, and come back if you are in danger, with the task of declaring the royal family's love, and you will come back as soon as you go.

"But you are so good."

"I am amazed by the progress and achievement of all actions."

Edward smiled lightly, with a bitter smile, "Son, if you were the lord who opened up the territory for the royal family, of course I would be happy about it, but you are not."

"—You should not bear these things, because you are the crown prince, you are the future monarch, not a knight who needs to charge forward."

Allen clasped his fingers silently, his knuckles turned white, his sea blue eyes looked at the opposite side carefully, and asked softly,

"...Father, did I do something wrong?"

The smile on the corner of Edward's mouth was even more bitter, and there were almost tears in his eyes.

He sighed, with helpless sadness.

"I knew, you don't understand how to deal with these feelings."

Allen looked at the opposite king with some guilt.

He really didn't know how to deal with these feelings. Compared with normal people, he was like an alien, like a devil who would be caught and burned to death by the Paladins in the Middle Ages.

He looked at His Majesty's pain and felt extremely guilty in his heart.

...But I don't know where this sudden, uncontrollable pain comes from.

Fortunately, Edward quickly collected his emotions and looked at him tolerantly, as usual.

He says,

"Don't worry, baby—I'll teach you everything you don't know."

Allen nodded slightly, hiding the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He carefully studied people's feelings.

His father had taught him these feelings so bitterly.

But they clearly knew——

He can't learn.

Allen looked at His Majesty who had calmed down, hesitant to speak several times.

He finally said, "Father, I don't really care if I'm like them, biologically I'm genetically better than about 99% of people."

He awkwardly tried to comfort his father, stumbling,

"How many von Neumanns are there in the world?"

"Most geniuses are immersed in their own world, and their social skills are not as good as mine!"

Edward smiled helplessly and bitterly.

"...But you know, Alan. I'd rather you be the most mediocre child. Maybe that way, you can spend your life peacefully and happily."

Allen replied softly,

"I know, Father. I know how much you love me, and that's why I'm learning things that I'll never understand—not to fit in better, I'm just...

"Want to know what kind of feelings you have."

He tilted his head slightly,

"Father, don't worry. I'm smart and a quick learner."

Edward smiled and explained, "Bagman is encouraging you, not for your consideration, but for his own glory and wealth.

"What he wants is the power of the dragon."

Allen nodded lightly, "I understand, father. Frankly speaking, I never trusted Bagman—after all, he was the first person to accept bribes from Lance.

"Such a person is a grasshopper in his bones."

Edward sighed inwardly.

See, once he returned to the field of rational and logical analysis, the child was no longer as clumsy as before.

He responded, "Yes, so, what are your plans?"

Allen clasped his hands and replied, "Your Majesty, even if I have Bagman's instigation, I will never act rashly in this situation."

"The Trifinals are still in progress, and Hogwarts is not absolutely safe."

"—you are still here after all."

He was a little worried,

"At Hogwarts, you can't even use Zeus... I'm really worried."

Edward smiled, "What are you worried about? Dumbledore would never dare to let me have an accident."

Allen frowned, still a little worried.

"Even so, you also saw the Daily Prophet—Crouch crazily said that there was some hidden risk. He has always been rigid and upright, and he will definitely not speak nonsense."

"Speaking of this..."

Edward thought about the conversation, "How is the investigation of the Christmas leavers going?"

"Only Ravenclaw remains."

Allen replied.

"Most of them are academic talents, they can't find anyone, and the reason for leaving school on Christmas is also very normal-I entrusted the person in charge of Ravenclaw to investigate for the time being."

Edward nodded lightly, frowned slightly and thought, "Isn't the problem not with the people who left school at Christmas?"

The father and son looked at each other with a tacit understanding,

"That's the problem of adding new personnel!"

After saying this, Allen hesitated again, "But..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the flames of the Phoenix.

The fiery Fox came to the Slytherin chamber again, bringing Dumbledore's letter.

Allen subconsciously went to pick it up, but he didn't expect Fox to land in front of Edward.

He paused, watched His Majesty take the note from Fenghuang's mouth, and then looked at himself leniently.

This made him scratch his head even more.

Edward looked at him with a smile, folded the note and put it in his pocket.

"No peeking, this is preparation for the next match—alright, father is going to help Dumbledore prepare for the match.

"Perform well the day after tomorrow, I don't want this outstanding crown prince to lose the game!"

He got up and stretched out his arms to Phoenix.

Allen followed in a daze, and before he had time to say anything, he saw a burst of fire, leaving him alone.