Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dr. Roland did not expect that Allen would have such high support here.

But after thinking about the child's nature, he felt that it was natural.

Edward was a noble king.

The crown prince who was taught was also a noble crown prince.

Regrettably……

Nobility always comes with a price.

Vivian White told the knight commander about this. Under Lance's order, all departments in Windermere left necessary personnel on duty, and the rest arrived at the lakeside.

The entire medical team was dispatched to organize them to line up for blood type testing.

Lance and other people in charge asked Vivian to quickly draw blood for testing.

Soon, more than 300 people were screened out.

But according to current research, some black magic can contaminate human blood and even change bone marrow.

They were all struggling in Knockturn Alley, using all the methods they should and shouldn't use, all the magic they should and shouldn't learn, and they really couldn't guarantee that their blood would remain pure.

If left unchecked, this dirty blood would contaminate their Highnesses.

Intolerable to all.

So, they agreed to proceed with the black magic test.

The medical team was divided into two groups, one performing black magic tests and the other performing pathological examinations.

Lance and other people in charge took the test first, and only Diana passed the test.

The tall girl glanced at him and said, "Don't argue about anything at this time. I'll go give His Highness a blood transfusion first."

Lance gritted his teeth and forced himself to nod.

Soon, a total of 7 qualified people were screened out among the knights and lined up for the medical team to draw blood.

The medical team pumped 400cc each in a measured manner. This amount made everyone a little worried, fearing that it would not be enough.

After all, they have all seen the number of blood bags brought by Dr. Roland.

That much is not enough, let alone these seven packs.

Diana is catching up on the blood draw.

She didn't know what she was thinking as she watched the bright red blood filling the blood vessels, falling at the other end, and then connecting to the blood vessels inserted in Allen's body.

Soon, Diana was also kicked out by Dr. Roland.

Her face turned slightly pale, she covered a large ball of cotton and pressed it on the inside of her elbow. She looked at Lance calmly and said after a while, "I don't know if the blood is enough..."

Lance stood opposite her and said with some annoyance, "I should have stopped them from using black magic in the first place...otherwise there wouldn't be only seven people..."

Diana showed a faint smile and comforted,

"We all know the situation you were in, and no one can blame you."

Lance smiled through tears and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Those health packs are enough.

Dr. Roland breathed a huge sigh of relief, started adjusting the equipment, and told the members of the medical team what they should pay attention to.

He was extremely tense, and when he relaxed so suddenly, he immediately felt a long-term fatigue, almost showing a trace of decadence.

So, when he came out tired and decadent, he almost scared Lance and Diana who were waiting outside half to death.

Seeing the two people's faces turned gray, Dr. Roland breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"Just a little."

"But at least we got through it safely."

The two of them were relieved and turned to ask about other things to pay attention to.

The atmosphere in Windermere Villa has been extremely gloomy these days.

Ever since this Muggle base was established, it has never been so depressed.

Three days later, Allen slowly woke up.

His face was a little pale, and he was dizzy from excessive blood loss. His eyes almost turned into a kaleidoscope, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

After a while, he finally came to his senses. He wanted to raise his right hand to support his dizzy head, but was caught by something.

Allen paused and looked at it carefully for a long time before he saw that it was Lance.

The knight commander lay beside his bed, holding his wrist with his right hand, probably because he was afraid that he would roll around randomly and cause the needle to roll.

He lay back weakly and wanted to move, but he really didn't have the strength.

Fortunately, Lance felt something, woke up with a start, and skillfully checked his condition. In an instant, he was surprised and happy, got up and sat by the bed, and asked for his details.

"Your Highness, are you better?"

Allen tugged at the corner of his mouth slightly and sighed in an almost inaudible voice, "Thirsty."

Lance nodded casually, squeezed the quilt for him, and reminded him, "Your Highness, don't move, there is a needle in your hand!"

The usually calm knight captain was in a hurry, the sound of clinking cups kept coming, and he even spilled the water.

He quickly came over to help Allen drink it, and looked at the tired crown prince with a complicated expression.

He wanted to ask why he didn't care about his body, what the book was, and what kind of magic His Highness was touching.

But he didn't ask anything in the end.

He just put down the water glass, smiled reassuringly, and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, Fudge has stepped down. With Diana watching, the Knights are operating well. We have invited Dr. Roland. Please wait a moment, I will call him." !”

Allen nodded slightly and almost imperceptibly, forced himself to stay and asked,

"that book……"

Lance quickly comforted him, "I'll keep it in my office. Don't worry, Your Highness."

Allen felt relieved and let Lance go out to find Dr. Roland.

His current situation cannot be said to be good, it can even be said to be extremely bad, so bad that he seems to have returned to the time he was seven years old.

But it's all worth it.

He exchanged the blood all over his body for the foundation of time and space magic. Under the irrigation of blood, he could clearly see all the magic texts in the book.