Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The Nott family has a background.

Even if the current Patriarch's temperament changed drastically after Voldemort's loss of power, the castle's thousands of years of accumulation would not be lost.

In the side hall, the house elves arranged a very rich morning tea.

Draco and Harry were just too sleepy.

Malfoy, who has always paid attention to etiquette, was holding a pastry blankly, staring at a place in a daze, let alone Harry.

Theodore had no choice but to get up and said, "Draco, Potter, you should go and rest for a while...the house elf will wake you up during lunch time."

The two tried to say something, but couldn't hold back the soreness in their eyes and the surging sleepiness, and they went to the guest room under Theodore's guidance.

Allen looked at their backs fixedly, and smiled slightly with downcast eyes.

Great, everything is working as expected.

Yesterday morning, he assigned a task to Smith, asking him to throw out something that could attract the interest of the two boys, and even make them study all night.

All the squires in the castle had received the message telling them to ignore the lights in the two guests' rooms.

The reason is——

The children have a lot of homework, let them play freely for two days before school starts.

Most of the squires didn't sense anything amiss.

A small number of people who noticed the abnormality cleverly kept silent with the acquiescence of the king, the crown prince, and the two stewards.

So, Draco and Harry, who stayed up all night, just fell asleep, and thought they could sleep for a whole day, were woken up by Alan unexpectedly early the next morning, and took them directly to Knott Manor.

They couldn't bear the sleepiness at all.

Allen sat upright in the armchair, holding a cup of black tea and taking a sip.

Soon, Theodore strode back.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly, "Your Highness... As far as I know, these two are guests at your castle for Christmas..."

He sat down at Allen's sign and asked, "You don't care about them?"

Allen pretended to be helpless and shook his head, "According to my original intention, I want them to relax before school starts. Who would have thought that they would just stay up all night?"

Theodore had nothing to say.

After a while, he looked at Alan with a relaxed posture, and tentatively said, "Your Highness, what you said... is what I think it means?"

Allen nodded in understanding.

"After all, he is your father. It's normal for you to feel unbearable."

Such vague recognition made Theodore tremble faintly.

After so many years...

so many years!

Both mother and he can finally be freed!

His voice was a little trembling, with some tiny expectations and desires, "Your Highness..."

Theodore raised his eyes slowly but firmly.

He says,

"Thank you very much!"

Allen tapped the black teacup lightly, and said, "Theodore, you know... It is a great disrespect to come to someone's house as a guest and not to visit the host."

Theodore nodded and slowly clenched his fists.

Allen leaned lightly on the back of the chair and laughed.

"Ah, Theodore..."

He smiled and sighed, let go of his hand, let the black tea cup float onto the table, then raised his hand to clasp the side of the other's neck, and said in a warm voice,

"Be more patient... Your Christmas present will come later."

Theodore looked into those sea-blue eyes, saw the calm smile and murderous intent inside, and couldn't help but shudder.

he knows,

This crown prince can easily kill a man.

That terrifying Zeus domain can subvert the entire magic world.

But now...

If His Highness can plant a murderous intent at this time, let that seed germinate slowly, kill others quietly, but completely pick himself out...

There was a trace of fear in Theodore's eyes.

—Who dares to be his enemy?

Who is not afraid of silent death?

At eleven o'clock at noon, Theodore walked to the study on the second floor step by step with some heavy steps, and knocked on the door.

The familiar sound of fury sounded.

Then there was the loud slamming of the study door and the shattering of wine bottles.

Apparently, the Knott patriarch had another hangover.

Theodore took a deep breath and firmly opened the door.

A wine bottle was thrown in the air, almost hitting Theodore on the head.

Theodore retreated in disgust, deftly avoiding the path of the bottle.

He was startled, remembering that Alan was still behind him, and quickly slid over to block Alan.

Seeing that the wine bottle was about to fly towards his face, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, almost seeing his disfigured future.

Theodore gasped heavily, but felt no pain.

He opened his eyes tentatively, and saw the glass wine bottle freeze in front of his eyes, and then gently floated down to the door that did not block the road.

Allen patted his arm lightly, and said coldly, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Theodore was startled, and fixedly looked at the young man who was slightly taller than him beside him, his heart was beating violently, he didn't know if it was the lingering aftermath of being frightened just now, or the awakened soul awakened by those words.

Dirty curses came, and a man who was described as down and smelling of alcohol dragged a wine bottle and walked over crookedly, raising his hand to beat Theodore.

Allen stood calmly on the spot, and with a wrong step, he stood in front of Theodore.

The blocking barrier was erected silently.

He watched as the man in front of him slapped the barrier angrily, was rebounded by gravity, and fell to the ground.

Allen couldn't help feeling bored.

...How can such a person be worthy of the title of "father"?

He looked back coldly, patted the shoulder of the person behind him, and comforted,

"Thank you, Theodore."

Theodore stared at him blankly, listening to him with sore nose,

"...Don't worry, this will be over soon."

Pushed back by Allen's magic power, he barely looked back and saw the slammed door.

Allen was furious.

His face was gloomy, and with exuberant anger, he strode forward.

Theodore was almost dragged away by the Crown Prince.

he thought amusedly,

Obviously he was the one who was almost thrown by the wine bottle, and he was the one who was almost beaten... This His Highness was even more angry than him.

There was a hint of sourness in this funnyness.

Tears were about to roll down from his eyes, but they were dragged and swayed by Alan's magic power, and a string fell directly.

Theodore was even more amused.

He wiped away his tears crying and laughing, thinking dumbfoundedly:

Did His Highness plant the seed of murderous intent?

The poor heir of the Nott family hesitated to speak, but couldn't find a chance to speak. He was dragged down the stairs by the bumps all the way, and managed to stand still.

When the two returned to the side hall, Theodore finally asked the question.

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, and said indifferently, "He won't remember all this, Theodore. As for the others..."

Those aquamarine eyes looked with certainty, without saying a word, but let Theodore know the answer.

...yes, this is a genius.

Theodore's tensed shoulders slowly relaxed, and he smiled easily, "...Thank you, Your Highness."

Allen looked at him coldly, with a hint of cold temptation.

"Oh, Theodore...you really don't regret it?"

Theodore said softly but firmly, "No."

"Do you know what that means?"

Allen sighed, "A family without a patriarch, and its heir is too young to bear such a burden?"

Theodore smiled shyly and tenderly, and said,

"Yes...but I have you here."

If it is said that the initial surrender was to avoid a tragic fate; the later allegiance was to see the future of the crown prince...then now...

From the bottom of his heart, he is willing to go through fire and water for His Highness.

He flipped up his wizard robe and knelt on the ground, saying piously, "Your Highness, I would like to be loyal to you for the rest of my life, and I will never regret my life or death!"