Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This Sunday, the blond crown prince obediently stayed at the LeMay cottage, wasting a whole day here.

Perenelle cooked the kitchen himself today and cooked a rather sumptuous lunch.

They eat from twelve noon to three in the afternoon.

Allen wore that blue and white sweater, which he wore nondescriptly with suit pants for a day.

He put the oysters on the Alsace bread and took a bite. The strong aroma of rye and the slight sourness spread at the same time, and the taste was extremely rich.

But he couldn't taste anything today.

Flamel looked at him greedily, and could only scoop up the digestible cream soup in aggrieved manner.

They chatted about the French and British Ministry of Magic, and complained to each other about the strange habits of the two countries.Allen teased LeMay for so many years of life, and LeMay reciprocated his crown prince's pathetic freedom.

Perenelle was amused by them and laughed.

Allen broke off the little hut bread and stuffed it into his mouth. The rich buttery aroma made him nauseous, but he still ate three.

Until the lights come on.

Until the stars are shining.

He coaxed the two old men to sleep, stood in the living room with flickering lights, looked at the silver brilliance of alchemy products in the room, and raised his hand to look at the sweater cuff covering half of his palm.

The sea blue eyes sank into the sea.

He closed his eyes and smiled, squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand to press the long table in the restaurant, and covered his heart with the other hand.

...Look at this troublesome relationship.

Allen tried his best to control his emotions. He got up, went to the small room to change his clothes, carefully wrapped the sweater back into the gift box, and carefully guarded the blue rose with "Zeus".

Then he glanced at the hut with nostalgia, and took out the pink stone.

He disappeared in place.

Draco lay on the sofa with a sad face, and when he came back, he came angrily, and said angrily, "You blond bastard, you don't call me when you get up-damn, I missed Quidditch training today."

Allen smiled and looked at him with downcast eyes, "Draco..."

He said wearily, "Stop making trouble."

The platinum boy was keenly aware of his strange emotions, and poked him cautiously, "...Alan, are you okay? Why, is the alchemy you learned today difficult?"

Allen shook his head, then nodded with an absurd smile, "It's really difficult. But soon, I will completely get rid of this problem."

Draco smiled carefully.

He hesitated to get out of the way, and asked, "...well, you wash it first?"

Allen did not refuse the offer.

He leaned against the edge of the big bathtub, letting the steam rise up and wet his cheeks.

The sea-blue eyes looked at the faucet where various bath liquids kept coming out, stretched out his hand to collect bubbles, and then gently lowered his hand back to the sink.

He didn't want to sort out today's memory.

But he had to tidy up.

—for His Majesty the King.

Allen forced himself to put every detail into the memory palace, into the "Tower of Babel", making it a small box that was sealed for eternity.

He soaked in the pool and gently covered his eyes.

The bath lasted so long that Draco was pacing restlessly outside the door.

Allen's washing movements have always been slow and gentle, but very efficient. Even if he takes a bath, it never takes more than half an hour.

But it's almost an hour.

Malfoy frowned, thinking about the possible impact of alchemy.

... Could it be that it was so difficult that it hit the genius' self-confidence?

He stood cautiously aside and knocked on the door hesitantly, "Alan? Are you okay?"

The sound startled the people inside the door.

The blond crown prince leaned in the pool, heard the sound and looked towards the door, rubbed his forehead wearily, and stood up with support.

The water droplets on his body dissipated into the air as he wished, and the white and soft pajamas floated over, floating neatly for him to use.

Allen put on his pajamas, walked over and opened the door.

He looked a little cold, looked at Malfoy's cautious look, and subconsciously comforted him, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired today."

Draco stammered and comforted, "Alan, don't worry about this... There are always things in the world that you can't learn, so why don't you learn them at worst! It's useless to learn them..."

Allen smiled and sighed, "You have to learn this."

He nodded and said, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep, good night."

The blond boy sank into the soft quilt, curled up like he was attached to the king. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't reported today's affairs to the king, so he could only write as concisely as possible:

[Good evening, Your Majesty.Today I have been at Teacher Lemay's place, and I will not return until evening.I wish you sweet dreams. ]

He relaxed his fingertips and gently closed his eyes.