Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Lance was still smiling, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"——Minister, it depends on what you want."

Fudge sneered, "Can you still let me continue to be the Minister of Magic? To continue to hold the power? I'm afraid not -

"Who do you want to kick me off and put on stage? Scrimgeour? Or Bagman?"

He became angry, stood up, swept everything on the table to the ground, and pressed the table to question them.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince! These two people are very good at flattering you!"

He showed an expression that looked through Alan and Lance, like a hyena seeking revenge on its enemy.

Allen is a little boring.

Such people are greedy for power, but have no ability; they are longing for glitz, but are greedy for life and afraid of death.

Perhaps, he only has some courage when someone is about to take away his authority, but his starting point is also dirty and disgusting.

Lance observed his expression and spoke on his behalf, "Whether you can continue to serve as minister never depends on us, but on yourself.

"However, judging from the current public opinion, wizards do not think you can continue to serve as Minister of Magic."

"As for what you said about Director Scrimgeour and Director Bagman, or whether the Minister of Magic was ultimately elected by someone else, it was never us who played a decisive role, but the people's will."

Fudge still resisted, stared at Allen, and said,

"Stop being pretentious, Muggle Crown Prince, stop using these official words to deal with me! I just want to know, why do you want me to step down?! At this point, why can't you tell the truth!"

Allen calmly raised his eyelashes.

He stared into Fudge's eyes, seeming to gauge the other person's emotions.

Fudge's momentum suddenly dropped, and he fell heavily on the chair in embarrassment.He almost felt like he was being stared at by a venomous snake, and a sudden chill ran down his neck.

Just when he thought the other party was going to kill him, Allen spoke.

The young man's deep and clear voice escaped gently, so softly that it was almost inaudible.

He says,

"I know the arrogance of wizards, so I don't care about your unconscious prejudice and arrogance. But at least, you should respect His Majesty Edward.

"——After all, he is the one who protected you in the war."

Fudge said absurdly, "Just for this?"

He repeated it in disbelief, "Just because of this, you want to hate me? You want me to step down? You want to make the entire Ministry of Magic a mess?!"

Allen looked at him for a moment and said calmly, "Cornelly Fudge, I'm warning you - if you have any thoughts or words that are disrespectful to His Majesty, I will make you pay the price."

He stood up to leave, suddenly turned around, smiled, and said almost briskly,

"By the way, Mr. Fudge, say hello to the wife and children for me."

Lance then looked back, glanced at Fudge, saw the other person's face turned gray with "shua", turned around, held Allen's hand, and left with a light pop of Apparition.

The meeting was pointless.

Oh, well, maybe it does something?

The knights thought this way - they had successfully defeated Fudge's psychological defense and moved the overall plan a big step forward.

Is this not?

Their Royal Highnesses only stayed at Windermere Villa for one night. The next morning, the Daily Prophet published a notice that "Fudge is about to take the blame and resign", saying that the evening newspaper would report the relevant information.

The knights celebrated with their foreheads and hands.

——Look, their Highness is amazing!

But, why is breakfast still hot in the kitchen?

The attentive head of the medical team, Vivian White, discovered this, and was even more surprised to find that the breakfast was extremely rich and was not an amount for any of them.

...Hasn’t the Knight Commander taken His Highness’s breakfast away yet?

There is only one explanation for this.

Somewhat worried, she found Anna Bailey, who was in charge of internal affairs, and asked His Highness his usual breakfast time.

Anna was stunned and a little worried after learning the details. She simply took her to the office and found the booklet recording Allen's recipes and meal times.

The two of them looked through it together and found that except for the Christmas when the Knight Commander invited His Highness back from Germany, His Highness's meal times and amounts were extremely fixed.

The Crown Prince's schedule has always been regular.

For example, he always wakes up at seven o'clock and has a hearty breakfast at eight o'clock sharp.

But today...

Vivian looked at the time and looked at Anna worriedly.

——It’s almost 08:30 now, and His Highness hasn’t even gotten up yet.

They decisively contacted the Knight Commander and asked about His Highness's situation.

Lance was indeed worried.

He knows the importance of His Majesty in His Highness's heart. His Highness was extremely frustrated during his last trip to Germany, not to mention...

Although His Highness did not show any abnormality, he was still a little worried.

Lance couldn't help but go over to check, and met Diana at the door who also came to inquire about the situation. The two looked at each other, finally made up their mind, and knocked gently on Allen's door.

His hand was still holding the door handle and he asked politely,

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

He felt strong uneasiness in his heart, tried to keep his voice steady, and said loudly, "Your Highness, are you awake? If you don't reply, I will go in to check the situation."

one second...

two seconds...

three seconds...

There was no response.

Diana said decisively, "Push the door!"

Almost at the same time, Lance pressed the door handle without hesitation, pushed the door open and walked in. He walked lightly and quickly to the bedside, and opened the curtain of the four-poster bed.

The scene in front of him made him freeze in place. Then, he reacted immediately, grabbed the ominous black book with a scarlet aura in Allen's hand through his clothes, and threw it directly.

Lance was shocked.

He quickly sat on the edge of the bed and carefully protected Allen's wrist. He saw a deep blood mark on it, and blood was still flowing.

He could barely hold his wand and cast magic with trembling hands.

Countless restorations were applied to it as before, but they couldn't even completely stop the bleeding.

Diana's face looked extremely ugly.

Of course, the knight commander's expression was not too conciliatory either.

They couldn't help but think of the scene just now——

The pale-faced blond boy was now on the soft bed, with his left hand on the quilt, and blood was spreading continuously on his wrist.

However, there was no trace of blood on the quilt, only a black, bloody book that swallowed up all the blood and emitted a scarlet light.

Seeing that Allen was in bad condition, Diana immediately turned to look at the book that Lance had thrown into the corner.

The book had absorbed so much blood that the whole body became wet, but not a trace of blood spilled out, and even the wooden floor was still as shiny as ever.

Diana's face turned ugly, "What on earth is this! It can sneak attack His Highness?!"

Lance shook his head slightly.

"No, Diana. I'm afraid, this is His Highness' doing."

"What?" Diana couldn't believe it.

Lance raised his hand and took out a shiny silver knife stained with blood from the folds of the cup and where Allen's right hand dropped.

He gripped the handle of the knife tightly, so hard that his joints turned white, and his eyes were red with regret. His light purple eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the crown prince who was unconscious due to blood loss.

He said with a trembling voice, "How can I think that His Highness is the same as usual?"