Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Harry comes to Windermere Villa for the first time.

...Follow Tris.

He had always known that the royal family still had a lot of properties, but he never thought that in this famous scenic spot, there was such a private property that belonged to Allen alone.

There are many people he knows here.

Such as Tris, such as Director Valentine, such as Prefect Diana, such as the person he once trusted and admired the most...

But they all changed their faces and appearance.

The patience and gentleness that she once had have turned into indifference. She completely ignored him in her words and deeds, and even her eyes did not suppress the disgust in her heart.

He seemed to have mistakenly entered a banquet that did not belong to him. The place was colorful, but it was just an illusion.But now that I woke up from the dream, everything seemed like a lifetime ago.

Harry saw Miss Diana looking over and led him to a tall man with silver hair and purple eyes. The man's eyes were sharp and showed obvious hatred.

"follow me."

The sound also sounded like frozen snow, which made Harry tremble.

He doesn't understand.

He and the other person have never met before, so where does such inexplicable hatred come from?

Until he was taken to Allen's bedroom.

...Is this...your highness?

Harry couldn't believe it. He confirmed it several times before he could barely convince himself that the pale man on the bed was the healthy and gentle crown prince.

He unconsciously looked at his left wrist, which had a strong presence, and saw that it was wrapped with layers of gauze, making the wrist extremely bloated.

He couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice, "...Your Highness, your hand?"

Allen narrowed his eyes with murderous intent, sneered silently, put his hands on the bed, and leaned against the head of the bed.

Almost instantly, the tall, cold-sharp man behind Harry strode forward, half-kneeling beside the bed, persuading him anxiously but still gently.

The man carefully held the crown prince's left wrist and carefully checked whether there was any bleeding from the wound.

Harry was vaguely aware of something.

He looked at the snow-white gauze with a large blood stain on Allen's hand, and thought blankly:

...The injury on His Highness’s wrist was probably caused by him.

But why?Very good...

He paused suddenly, thinking of His Majesty whose life or death was uncertain, and seemed to know what Allen's self-injury was used for.

If you put it this way, he is indeed the chief culprit.

Harry smiled bitterly and said softly,

"Your Highness, I'm sorry... about Voldemort, and about Your Majesty..."

Allen finally spoke and asked coldly, "Do you still dare to mention His Majesty?"

The pair of sea blue eyes squinted over coldly, with condescending sanctions, almost immediately killing the disrespectful subjects.

Lang paused, silently changing the medicine and new gauze.

He gently opened Allen's fingers that were clenched unconsciously and reminded, "Your Highness, be careful about the wound."

Allen snorted coldly and looked away, as if he couldn't help but kill Harry if he looked at him one more time.

He tried hard to restrain his murderous intention and said, "I originally wanted to kill you, but since Dumbledore insists on protecting you..."

Harry's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he understood something.

The pale crown prince on the bed said in disgust,

"I don't care whether you live or die, Po Te. However, I must kill the soul piece perched on your forehead!"

Harry wanted to smile, but his lips curled downward unconsciously. His nose was sore and his eyes turned red.

After a while, he asked in a trembling voice,

"Your Highness, I just want to know one thing... You said before that I also have the blood of Slytherin..."

He stared at Allen's face and said bitterly,

"You... are lying to me, aren't you?"

Allen looked at him almost coldly, without any fluctuation on his face, and replied neatly,

"Yes."

He gave a sharp sneer and said, "I wanted to pull out Voldemort's soul piece, but unfortunately, his soul has been integrated with yours."

Harry tugged at the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes bitterly.

"...I understand...I was never your brother."

He raised his hands to cover his face, waited for a while, slowly wiped his face, and said,

"In this case, I am willing to cooperate with you - whether it is death or whatever, I am willing to cooperate with you."

he whispered,

"No matter what happens, you and Your Majesty will always be the noblest people in my heart. Your Highness, I am deeply sorry for all the harm I have caused to you and Your Majesty!"

He bowed deeply and walked out silently.

Allen suddenly stopped him and asked, "Where have you been hiding these days?"

Harry paused and replied,

"I didn't hide. I just went back to Godric's Hollow and stayed at home for a few days...Sirius and Lupine stayed with me...for a few days."

He turned his back to Allen and didn't hear anything for a while. Just as he was about to go out, he heard the man ask again,

"Sirius will let you go?...come to me?"

Harry smiled softly, looked back, and said guiltily, "He couldn't, so I left without telling him."

He held back tears, glanced at Allen's left wrist that had been replaced with new gauze, turned around, opened the door and left the room.

Allen sat silently on the bed and didn't speak for a long time.

Lance carefully knelt down beside the bed, looked up into the lowered eyes, and called softly, "Your Highness?"

Allen moved his eyes slightly, looked into those light purple eyes, and said, "Lance, he has so many people who care about him."

Lance was startled and listened to what he said,

"...but he killed my only father."