Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Edward was keenly aware that his son was different.

Although Alan's report and summary in the previous short questioning meeting was orderly, calm and calm, it was still a bit childish after all.

but……

His Majesty the King narrowed his eyes.

At this time, Allen seemed to be sinking in some pain.

The smiles were three points lower than usual.

The few seconds of pause and sadness when he saw himself also stung Edward's eyes.

It's only been a few days, why is the child like this?

He beckoned, let Alan sit next to him, and asked, "Are you in trouble at school?"

Allen was taken aback, realizing that his father had already noticed something was wrong with him, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"...I didn't intend to tell you."

The old butler didn't dare to do anything wrong, and stood silently at the door, pretending to be a sculpture, but his ears were strained.

——Why did something happen all of a sudden, Your Highness?Wasn't it fine before?

Edward rubbed his son's head, and said softly, "I am your father, Alan. I watched you grow up, and I can tell at a glance what's wrong with you."

He smiled sideways and comforted,

"Don't be stubborn, father will always be by your side. The king can't resist the big things, and Edward can too."

The boy's shoulders loosened a bit, his lips were trembling thinly, and was tightly pressed into a line by the master.

The blond hair that was messed up by the king fell down gently, blocking the boy's sight.

Vaguely, it seemed that a drop of tear had slipped down.

Edward watched the tears dripping down his son's cheeks, and gritted his teeth holding back his anger—Alan had never cried before.

He took out the handkerchief, broke Alan's face, and gently wiped away the tears on his treasure.

His Majesty the King seemed to have lost his patience, restraining his anger and said,

"Tell me, what happened? Which bastard dared to bully you!"

Allen shook his head slightly, amused by the king's words.

He rubbed his eyes lightly, "No, who dares to bully me? Hogwarts is full of my knights..."

"That's the Ministry of Magic."

Edward cut him off, "What's your name?"

Allen laughed and shook his head, "Really not, Father. It's too late for them to flatter me—Minister of Magic..."

"Is it my business?"

Edward spoke again, cutting off the nonsense that Alan intended to divert the topic.

Looking at his silent son, the king knew he had guessed right.

He smiled slightly, rubbed his son's head, and said,

"If it's because of my memory, then Father can tell you—don't worry."

Allen raised his eyes in shock, and said with difficulty, "...you know this?"

Edward smiled softly, "It's just a logical deduction, my memory is missing a link, which makes it difficult for everything to proceed logically...

"It's easy to speculate on amnesia."

Allen looked at the indifferent king, frowned slightly, and said with difficulty, "But...according to my guess, it's the wizards..."

He paused for a moment, not knowing how to describe this conclusion.

Edward said lightly, "With my knowledge, the wizard was allowed to erase my memory?"

Allen was almost speechless.

The same eyes as the king looked at each other in disbelief.

Looking at the other party so lightly, he didn't care.

Edward looked at his son with a smile, "Caring makes chaos, Allen."

He said, "You forgot, I have the exact same magic books and databases as you."

His Majesty the King said indifferently,

"Although I can't cast magic, it's still possible to simply understand the theory of magic—you shouldn't question your father's IQ."

Allen straightened his back suddenly, "I didn't!"

There was a smile in Edward's eyes, and he comforted, "Okay, okay, father knows-my Alan is the best, isn't he?"

This rare persuasion immediately diverted Alan's attention.

In other words, the blond crown prince was willing to walk down the steps knowing the other party's intentions.

His cheeks were hot, he couldn't tell whether it was pride or shyness,

Or it may be the teenage heart inspired by his father's seldom straightforwardness.

"...You can just bully people. His Majesty the King is indeed planning a strategy. If the deduction comes out, he won't say anything. It will only make his poor son anxious."

Edward raised his eyebrows at the butler and asked,

"Who did this child learn from? You never taught him."

"...Have you ever taught?"

Volker Furlong opened his eyes innocently, and argued, "You know me!"

Allen clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, hiding his restrained smile.

...Ah, it really has nothing to do with the butler grandpa.Such a choice of words and sentences is entirely attributable to the dark bat professor.

The old butler was angry.

The old butler decided to find something to do.

He looked at Allen with a butler's etiquette, "Oh, Your Highness... Now that you are back, let's record a few more videos and speeches, the previous inventory will be cleared.

"Also, you are in school recently, so you haven't participated in activities for a long time——

"Many people miss you very much, and there are so many inquiries that two briefcases are filled. So, you don't mind meeting the people's request?"

Allen, who was suddenly brought in, smiled without hesitation, "Of course I don't mind. But I just came back, and His Majesty must have a lot of things to ask me...

"Grandpa housekeeper, can you satisfy our tiny wish of father and son getting together?"

Volker Furlong was suddenly speechless.

Maybe Allen didn't realize it himself.

He inadvertently expressed the deepest desire in his heart, and the old housekeeper could clearly see this desire in his years of getting along with him.

The butler sighed softly.

— After all, he is still a child!He just wanted to get closer to his father.