Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen was delayed for a whole day in France.

If he hadn't gotten impatient later, I'm afraid the two of them could have dragged him to have dinner.

That was probably another two hours.

Fortunately, Lance understood the look in his eyes and used the contact badge to send a message to Diana. Diana pretended to be from the British Ministry of Magic and asked Allen to return immediately, so the matter was resolved as soon as possible.

Even so, it was already late at night by the time Alan returned to Windermere.

He silently waved away Lance, and with determination, walked towards Windermere's... ice cellar on the third underground floor.

It's dark and cold here.

The dazzling blonde hair is still very conspicuous.

Allen stepped down the basement steps step by step, pressed the light switch, and the entire ice cellar immediately lit up.

The light shines on the huge white ice, making it look like a world of ice and snow.

He exhaled gently, exhaling white mist.

Those sea-blue eyes were very quiet, without pain or expectation, with a silence like a dead lake.

He walked towards the center of the ice cellar, where there was nothing.

But as he sketched the alchemy formation, the white ice cubes suddenly emitted bright blue light, like death icicles on the Antarctic seabed, almost taking on a divine quality.

The bright blue light flourished, and then stabilized, revealing the stable ice coffin inside.

In the ice coffin, there was a person of noble bearing lying vaguely.

Allen's hand turned slightly purple from the cold, but the wound on his left wrist was suppressed so as not to aggravate the pain of corrosion.

His father was sleeping in the snow country at minus ten degrees Celsius.

Allen stood five meters away from the ice coffin, not daring to get close.

He felt extremely guilty, and knew that His Majesty would be angry when he saw him like this, but he couldn't bear to rebuke himself. He was only hurting himself, so he didn't dare to let His Majesty see him.

Of course, there is another reason——

He knew that His Majesty's soul was not here.

Since His Majesty's soul is not here, there is only a body lying here.

Allen stood here quietly for a long time, then turned around and left with gentle steps.

…Please forgive me, father.

Forgive me for making you feel wronged in such a place, and forgive me for... making you so worried.

He returned to the study, shivered in the midsummer temperature, and slowly moved Lance's magic thread.

Lance had been waiting quietly in his room.

...His Highness is too quiet today.

It was quiet when he was in Flamel's former residence, but he was advancing and retreating well when he was at the French Ministry of Magic; but since he could behave well in France, why was he so quiet when he came back?

Judging from Lance's several experiences, His Highness will definitely do something rash or earth-shattering after being so abnormally quiet.

Therefore, the moment the contact badge lit up, he knew that he had gained His Highness's trust.

He picked up the milk that had been warmed beside him and knocked gently on His Highness's door.

The door opened.

Lance closed the door gently, then walked lightly to find the Crown Prince who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and dozing, and called softly, "Your Highness? Have a glass of milk to soothe your nerves?"

Allen seemed to be awakened, waved his hand and said, "No, Lance...go and call Diana and Tris. I have something to tell you."

His profile was pale, but his expression was calm and firm.

Lance knew that this was not a trivial matter that he could shake, so he had no choice but to bow his head and respond.

He caught a little girl and asked her to invite Diana, while he sat in the living room and waited.

Soon, Diana, dressed in home clothes, appeared in the living room and asked strangely, "Why are you calling me so late?"

Lance raised his eyes and smiled gently and guiltily.

"Sorry to bother you so late, but His Highness wants to see us. He probably has something to tell you."

Diana frowned slightly and couldn't help but clasping her hands.

Most of the scars on her hands had faded away, but a layer of gray shadow was still left, which no longer looked shocking on her fair hands.

She thought to herself, "It's probably not a small matter to discuss something at this time... Knight Commander, do you know the general direction?"

Lance shook his head slightly, with some worry on his brow.

"This is what I'm worried about - by the way, Your Highness also asked Housekeeper Tris to come over, so I have to leave it to you. It's too late now. As a man, I can't bother the lady."

Diana nodded gently, "Please wait here for a moment, I will bring Tris over."

She strode towards the gates of Windermere - which, like Hogwarts, had its various anti-Apparition weeks - and disappeared.

About 10 minutes later, Diana returned to the living room with Tris.

Tris is a bit cold and has her hair cut short, making her look extremely capable.

——The sudden death of Butler Fran really hit her hard.This gave her an almost uncontrollable hatred of magic.

She even felt that these supernatural powers were the source of threats.

But her dislike was certainly not directed at her own people.

As a butler family passed down from the royal family, any Fran will remember the family's lessons and put the overall situation first.

She just hates all wizards who are hostile to her, and wishes that they would be wiped out in an instant.