Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In the light of the fireplace, the two returned to the principal's office smoothly.

A familiar place appeared in front of the two of them.

Allen asked softly, "Sir, is there any spell that can tamper with people's memory?"

Dumbledore watched him, and slowly stepped out of the fireplace.

"You found that His Majesty Edward's memory was wrong?"

Allen clenched his fists tightly, his bite muscles bulging.

The old man sighed and held out his hand to him, "Come out first, Alan."

The blond crown prince was silent, and stepped out of the fireplace where the embers had fallen.

He said slowly,

"The Ministry of Magic should have contacts with the royal family and high-level officials, but I have never heard of it. Fudge said that he had met my father, but His Majesty obviously doesn't remember it. Then..."

Allen exhaled softly, and said softly, "My father's memory was tampered with before I was born."

He raised his eyes, and the sea blue eyes sank into the storm.

"Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are really nothing?"

Dumbledore pressed his shoulder, "Calm down, Alan!"

The old man bent down slowly, his azure blue eyes were shining with bits and pieces of light.

He said, "The Ministry of Magic not only sent Aurors, but also engraved the Ministry of Magic to protect the descendants of the royal family and all high-ranking Muggle officials.

"After the first owl Hogwarts sent to the royal family went unanswered, there was speculation that something had happened.

"With your identity and talent, you should have sent a teacher to the palace to teach you. But..."

Dumbledore looked at Allen lovingly and compassionately, and gently touched the little prince's head.

"Under such circumstances, I can only let you study at Hogwarts."

Allen didn't buy his account, his eyes were indifferent, "But my majesty's memory has been tampered with!"

Dumbledore sighed softly, "...Alan, there is only one possibility for the king's memory to be tampered with by using the magic circle to protect the royal family."

The sea-blue eyes slowly raised up, listening to the other party say——

"He volunteered."

Allen frowned and subconsciously refuted, "Impossible!"

Dumbledore shrugged slightly.

"Perhaps...but at least His Majesty is aware."

Allen shook his head slightly, his pupils were like a calm sea.

He said, "Sir, my father is not a sentimental man."

He leaned over to caress his heart, bid farewell to the old man who was standing quietly, and left the principal's office.

The blond crown prince strode forward with a face as hard as iron.

It's best for His Majesty to know, if you let him find out who is behind the scenes, don't blame him for being ruthless!

He restrained his expression, but after a few breaths, he returned to his usual gentleness and peace.

It was as fast as an illusion.

Allen glanced vaguely at the portraits on the corridor of the castle, and returned to the Slytherin cellar.

Draco was enthusiastically instructing the house-elf to pack up his things, and he raised his eyebrows when he came back, "Is it over?"

Allen nodded slightly, with a faint smile, "Did you bring so many books back?"

Draco wrinkled his nose,

"It's all your fault! Dad felt that I was too far behind you, so he hired a special tutor for me, and wanted to give me extra lessons at Christmas!"

Allen was really amused this time.

"Isn't it good to learn more?"

The blond crown prince sighed softly, loosened his robe, and pointed to the books all over the wall, "Half of this year's homework has not been completed, and I have to make up for it when I go back..."

He waved his wand lightly, the space suitcase flew gracefully and smoothly, and he lifted the lid of the suitcase himself.

A whole wall of books floated from the bookshelf into the box, staring blankly at the little peacock standing beside him.

Draco wondered, "Didn't you finish half of it? Why did you pack the whole book away?"

Allen replied, "Finish the remaining half of the homework during the Christmas holidays, and bring a new batch when I come."

Draco: ...

Why are some people so keen on boring learning?

He watched Allen pack his luggage briskly, sat down at the desk again, and looked away silently.

—The dreaded Muggle Crown Prince!

But he guessed wrong this time. Just after learning about his Majesty's memory problem, Allen was in no mood to indulge in theory.

He touched a piece of letter paper and wrote to His Majesty the King.

[His Majesty:

Today is free, I followed Professor Dumbledore to the Ministry of Magic, and passed the trace removal test.After returning home, there is no need to be restricted by the location, and you can use magic freely.

Tomorrow is the Christmas holidays, you don't need to send someone to the station, I will Apparate back to Sandringham Palace, and then go to pay your respects.

Also, things have been packed, don't worry, Your Majesty.

you are sweet, allen

December 12th at 15:21 sharp]

At nine o'clock in the evening, Hogwarts has curfew.

Students all socialize or study in the lounges of their respective colleges.

Allen cast a disillusionment spell on himself, and walked out of the lounge door under the cover of night.

This is the first time the crown prince, who follows the rules, challenges the rules.

He went to the library step by step, quietly looking for magic books related to memory.

The most common memory magic is "forget nothing".

—Wizards more or less know that the Ministry of Magic often uses this spell to erase the memory of Muggles.

This spell has a corresponding solution, but there will always be some sequelae, especially the longer the "forgotten" time, the more difficult it will be to recover.

Allen stood silently among the bookshelves.

He gently closed the book, as if his heart filled with lead was hurting.

Edward has been forgetting for 11 years.

He wasn't sure if he had the ability to break the spell successfully, or rather, he didn't dare to use it on the king.

Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance of making a mistake, he would not put Edward in danger.

And when it comes to such a deadly memory, he will never let others try it easily, in case His Majesty's brain is damaged...

Killing those people won't help either.

That was his father.

That was his only relative.

If something happened to Edward, he would have nothing.

How dare he take such a risk...

The blond crown prince stood like a sculpture in the library.For a while, he silently crossed himself on his chest, begging God for mercy.

He could only cross himself and beg God for mercy.