Adventures of the Prince of HP

Edward trembled slightly all over his body. It was both panic and outrageous anger. He looked at Alan who was wearing a hospital gown, and traces of violence could be seen on his exposed neck and wrists. After taking off his clothes, Lun directly crushed the potion bottle in his hand. He took a deep breath, wiped his hands and took a new bottle of potion. His hands were numb with anger, but he still tried his best to gently apply it to his child. medicine.

Allen has never suffered any harm or criticism since he was a child. This child is destined to be the future king and the symbol of the future country. Everyone respects and loves him. He was perfect since he was a child. He has never done anything since he was three years old. Behavior that violated the royal etiquette, not only the British people, but people all over the world love him - who would not love a child who is well-behaved, sensible, talented and elegant, and has an incomparable appearance?

Wherever he went, he praised him. Even if there was something dissatisfied with him, who would dare to say it in person, embarrassing the future king, and disrupting the diplomacy of the two countries?

Edward remembered that Allen had never been injured since he was a child, because his magic power automatically protected him, and the prophecy allowed him to subjectively avoid some man-made disasters. His most serious illnesses were probably those that healed completely in two or three days. A little cold.But now... Allen was tortured alive and lost his sense of survival.

He clenched his fists, closed his red eyes, covered Allen with a quilt, and patted him lightly, just like how he coaxed him to sleep when he was a child, but how much he wanted Allen to wake up at this moment, and the double pupils were still the same as before , clear and firm.

He's going to kill that Voldemort!

The wizarding world is not suitable for Aaron, there are devils who can escape the legal sanction, and the Ministry of Magic is useless, unable to protect their people... Edward found that he could still think, his reason was burning with flames, but his thinking had never been so quick Pass.

Allen has reported to himself every move, except for the devil's abuse of him. Edward held Allen's right hand and touched his middle finger lightly. A slightly flustered voice came from inside, "Master? Why? The location shows that you are in St. Mungo's Hospital, did you have an accident?"

Edward calmly said, "Hi, Nicklaus, I'm Edward, Alan's father. Alan is no longer a person. I ask the saints to be on standby around the hospital at all times. When his condition improves slightly, move him out of here." , find the safest place to heal slowly."

There was a moment of silence over there, and it was replaced by a low voice, "I'm Gellert Grindelwald, what do you think is wrong with the little guy?"

"I'm covered in bruises...I don't know about personnel..." Edward suppressed anger in his voice, "Cousin, I beg you to save Alan for Alexia's sake, and bring him to Germany, to your Headquarters, stay away from that damned Voldemort!"

The other side replied immediately, also full of anger, "I will, what's the matter that the ring will heat up, did Alan tell you the action code?"

"Have."

"Okay, wait for me to send a letter."

The temperature of the ring flickered, and the communication was interrupted.

Edward looked at Allen, held him in his arms and massaged him all over his body to relieve Allen's stiff body. He felt that when he touched Allen, his body in his arms trembled subconsciously, and his heart was burning with anger, and he spoke Soothe Alan, "Baby, it's the father, can the father rub it for you? The father is here, you are safe..."

Allen's subconscious's absolute trust in Edward and Edward's kindness and tenderness finally overwhelmed the body's conditioned reflex. Although there was still trembling, Edward could finally help Allen recover his limbs.

Seven days later, some of the marks on Allen's body faded away, but they were still shocking, and his limbs regained their flexibility. Now he is always curled up, curled up into a small ball and nestled in Edward's arms, holding Edward's fingers tightly, just like when he was a child Same, but insecure.Edward tried to stretch Allen's limbs, but Allen would immediately tremble and scream, as if he would be hurt if he just lay on his back or on his stomach.

Edward was so distressed that he had to indulge Alan to curl up and massage Alan more frequently.

Allen was conscious, Edward knew, he could tell the difference between Edward and others, but he couldn't wake up, Edward took the potion and gruel that Snape brought in, these days the professor would bring these every day , After sending it off, I will ask a few words about Alan's situation, and then I will leave.

Edward got used to it, and after trying it himself, he fed Alan slowly. He coaxed Alan, just like coaxing Alan to drink milk when he was a child.Allen seemed to feel the same way. He seemed to have returned to the safest and most worry-free time. He relaxed a lot and obediently swallowed the gruel with a moderate temperature, but he still couldn't wake up.

Edward was a little worried. He felt that Allen was afraid that he would face something when he woke up, but there was nothing he could do.

The next day Snape brought the butler in. The butler looked worriedly at Alan who started to tremble, and took two steps back, "Your Majesty, is he better?"

As soon as the butler stepped back, Edward immediately felt that Allen's trembling was a little smaller. He looked at Allen, his sea-blue eyes sank into the storm, and his tone was so calm that the butler was startled, "It's better, but I just can't wake up... ...Are you here for something?"

"Your Majesty, you have been away for eight days. Many foreign affairs and other activities have been put on hold, and the regular report to the parliament is about to begin. I can't find you anywhere..." The steward couldn't continue, His Highness was like this, the group of people I also want His Majesty to go back to handle official business.

There seemed to be a cold snort in the air, and the butler didn't know if he heard it wrong.

Edward looked at Alan for a while, and said, "The royal family held a press conference, and you came forward in person to inform the people of the whole country and governments all over the world that Alan was attacked by terrorists and was being rescued. His life and death are unknown, so all the activities arranged for me, Regardless of foreign affairs, royal family, public welfare, charity, and government reports, all should be stopped, just follow the old routine, and if you need my signature, you can bring it here."

The steward nodded, and looked outside worriedly, "Your Majesty, there are a group of vicious-looking people outside, they..."

Edward's eyes became colder, "Be patient for another two days, as soon as Allen wakes up, we will leave this place immediately."

The butler nodded quickly, took his leave and left.

After another half a month, Allen's various body data changed from the most dangerous red light to the second most dangerous orange light, and the bruising and red marks on his body became slightly lighter, but it was still unbearable to look directly at.

That day when Edward gave him medicine, Allen frowned and turned his head. He opened his eyes slightly, pressed Edward's hand, and his voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded by sandpaper, "...Father... bitter ..."

Edward quickly put the medicine aside, leaned down and looked at Allen, "Baby, how... how do you feel?"

Alan's eyes turned red, "My son... seems to be dead... My son is wrong... My son is guilty... I could have killed him... My son is in pain..."

Edward hurriedly hugged him gently, "No, Alan, you are not at fault, and you are not at fault, the devil's fault should not be borne by you...Alan, shall we leave the wizarding world?"

"...Okay." Allen nodded drowsily, then passed out again.

Edward panicked, "Doctor! Doctor!"

Soon the Death Eaters found a therapist, and the doctor checked Alan tremblingly, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Edward, "Your Highness has fallen asleep, and he will be fine when he wakes up again. You must take good care of your body, this time..." He paused, looked behind him carefully, and said in a low voice, "The injury is not small, and I'm afraid there will be some root cause."

Edward's voice was difficult, "Alan is only 15 years old..."

The doctor also glanced at Allen with a sigh, "A genius who will not be born in a thousand years... what a pity!" He carefully glanced at the door again, and whispered, "It's already very difficult to survive under the hands of the mysterious man and wake up again. It's not easy...the couple at Door No. 15 were tortured mad by the Cruciatus Curse [-] years ago, and they haven't recovered yet..." He sighed, nodded to Edward and left.

Edward swayed a little. He barely stabilized his body and sat back on the side of Alan's bed. The well-behaved and stable child frowned in pain. After a long while, he raised his hand to stroke Alan's hair and gently held Alan's hand Right hand, caressing the middle finger, "... Allen woke up once."

There was a flash of light on the fingers that seemed to be empty, and Edward knew that he had to act... His child can finally leave this ghost place. As long as he lives for one day, he will never allow people here to appear in front of Alan again !