Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Edward ignored him, looked at Dr. Roland, and urged, "Give me a copy of the test results! In addition, Roland, you'd better explain Allen's physical condition during the half year I was asleep!"

His Majesty was sitting here, and Allen closed his mouth with some anxiety.

He tried to wink at Dr. Roland, but under the authority of the king, the crown prince's weight seemed lower.

Dr. Roland had obviously been holding it in for a long time. With Edward blocking the fire, he recounted Allen's two blood transfusion experiences in succession, and even added fuel to the fire.

Allen tried to explain many times, but failed to find a chance to interrupt.

The more Edward listened, the darker his face became, and he glanced at Allen with a sharp glance.

He was so angry that he trembled all over and grabbed Allen's wrist forcefully to check the recovery status.

Allen refused at all costs. He rambled here and there, hoping that those miscellaneous things would distract His Majesty.

But His Majesty said, "Alan Cornwall, since I already know, I will definitely get a result. Can you show it to me obediently, or should I call everyone in Windermere and ask them one by one!"

It was rare for him to have such a serious and angry tone. Allen was so frightened that he didn't dare to move and almost closed his eyes in despair.

So Edward successfully grabbed the young man's wrist and pulled off the gauze on his wrist.

The recurring wounds were exposed before his eyes.

Those slender hands couldn't help but tremble, and they almost couldn't grasp their son's wrist.

"How is this going?"

Edward asked shakily.

Dr. Roland frowned, looked over, and his eyes widened in shock at the wound.

"How could this happen?" he asked in a voice, "Isn't it already healed? Didn't it say that the wound will never break down again? No wonder you don't let me check it!"

Edward became even more angry.

He gritted his teeth and asked word for word, "You won't be allowed to check?"

Allen lowered his eyes and did not dare to look up, trying to explain, "...I just accidentally...touched some weird magic products."

He pursed his lips tightly and insisted, "I was not careful."

Edward re-wrapped the gauze on him with trembling hands, and carefully placed his hand on the armrest. His eyes were red from holding back, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "It goes around again and again, it's time, isn't it?"

He blamed himself, "It's because of me, right?"

"Those dreams you brought me back were actually real. You went back to the past, right?...How dare you?"

Allen didn't speak for a while, and then said softly, "I can't help it, father, I have to find you."

Edward was furious and yelled, "You shouldn't!"

He was so angry that he asked, "What price did you pay? Apart from this hand, apart from changing the blood almost twice, what price did you pay?!"

Allen pursed his lips and said softly, "It's not a big price, just some bruises."

Edward was so angry that he felt dizzy and had to support Roland. He could hardly speak, "You...you..."

Seeing that something was wrong, Allen immediately took out a bottle of tranquilizer from the space and coaxed His Majesty to drink it.

Edward only felt that his fragile nerves were suddenly forcibly calmed down. He looked at the young man in front of him with regret. He hesitated several times and was so angry that he cried, "You shouldn't!"

He looked at the child who was extremely quiet and careful, and pressed his forehead with a headache.

After a long while, he said,

"Maybe I shouldn't have let you go to Hogwarts at all."

Allen did not speak, but silently took out a bottle of blood-red potion and explained, "Father, this is the elixir of life, which can restore people's vitality.

"You know, Nico Flamel lived over 600 years because of it."

He lowered his head, gently clasped the test tube bottle in his hand, and said softly, "I won't die..."

Edward couldn't help but look at him and covered his forehead with an even more headache.

He didn't know how to correct this, but now that it had happened, the curse of tampering with time would always haunt the child.

Even a half-hearted person like him who only understands magic theory knows this, let alone this child?

Dr. Roland really wanted to focus on the Crown Prince's body, but that was the elixir of life!

He was a little greedy and a little disgusted with himself.

Finally, he asked with an awkward look on his face, "Your Highness, how about you drink this bottle of potion and let me do another check-up?"

He clearly used Alan as a guinea pig.

As soon as he said this, he was immediately glared at by Edward.

Edward stood up with a cold face, his sea blue eyes were pressed like this, with a strong sense of threat.

He said word by word, "Roland, put all these thoughts of yours away, don't even think about it!"

Roland nodded sympathetically and whispered "Sorry" softly.

He could tell that if he dared to have any evil thoughts, Edward would probably ignore their friendship of more than 20 years.

Allen raised his hand and tugged at the corner of His Majesty's clothes, and suggested, "Father, how about we give it a try? Maybe the elixir of life..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Edward said coldly.

He glanced sideways at his old friend and said without mercy, "You can leave, Roland. If you keep the instrument, it will be treated as if the royal family bought your things, and the payment will be received later."

Roland glanced at the jar of red potion with some reluctance and walked out, looking back three times. When he came to the door, he really looked back at the father and son with reluctance and asked,

"How about... give it a try? I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Edward was finally irritated, pointed at the door and said, "Get out!"

Until Dr. Roland went out, he pressed the gold-engraved coffee table with some fatigue and exhaled tiredly.

Allen held the test tube, raised his eyes carefully, and said softly, "Father, I erased Dr. Roland's memory of seeing the elixir of life... The temptation of this potion is too great, and we must not let him spread it."

Edward sighed, "Okay."

He turned to look at his child, his eyes full of guilt and pity.

After a long while, he said tremblingly, "Drink it, Allen...we have to see if it can save you."