Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Chapter 473 The love history of the king and the queen

When Allen once again stepped into the time and space known as the absolute taboo, he no longer had the fear he had at the beginning, because he could confirm that he was a normal person.

The love between His Majesty and the Queen is real.

Therefore, his birth was naturally expected by everyone.

He was not a scam, a life that seemed like it should never have been born.

In the face of such certainty, all the dark clouds that had previously covered him seemed to be lifted.He no longer believed that he had killed his mother and firmly believed that he could bring his father back.

Maybe this is the power of love.

Allen thought.

If, as Dumbledore said, love is truly the greatest power in the world, he believes that he can find His Majesty with something invisible and intangible!

He walked gently through endless time and paused outside the screen in 1976, almost with a hint of expectation, reaching out to touch the old memories of the past.

He returned to where he left.

This time, Allen was still tightly wrapped in the invisibility cloak and followed His Majesty.

Edward still looked like he was under a love potion, fighting against the prince, the nobles, and the cabinet for Alexia.

But in the process of tossing and turning, he seemed to have a glimmer of clarity. After doing these things, when he was alone in the bedroom, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The pair of sea blue eyes that were exactly the same as Allen's were a little dazed.

The young king tossed and turned for countless late nights, pacing back and forth in the huge bedroom, wondering what he was thinking.

Allen always frowned slightly, watching His Majesty walking back and forth.

He didn't know where this unusual behavior came from.

Maybe there was something wrong with the love potion prepared by Georgiana, or maybe it was because His Majesty was determined and not easily mired in chaos, and his appearance was just to confuse the "enemy."

But His Majesty did not expose this girl.

Every morning at the breakfast table the next morning, he would always look like he was infatuated with no regrets, but this infatuated look seemed to be fading slowly and imperceptibly.

Although it is clear that the king and the queen are in love, looking at this posture...

Even if Allen knew the result, he couldn't imagine the process in between.

But regardless of whether His Majesty was sober or not, he no longer divided his food into two plates and provided breakfast to Allen.

Butler Fran, on the other hand, knew nothing and diligently contributed to his majesty's love career.

While the two were having breakfast, Allen stood beside them, observing their expressions and movements.

Ok……

Mother was as cold as ever.

The "affection" that my father had caused by the love drug also faded a lot.

Alexia seemed to have discovered this, and simply ordered Butler Fran to leave. Without hesitation, she took His Majesty's milk glass in front of Edward and poured the love potion into it.

suddenly--

"Are you really going to do this?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded.

Alexia was obviously startled, and the pink potion bottle in her hand fell directly into His Majesty's milk glass.

Allen seemed more nervous than she was.

The moment he heard the sound, he immediately stood up straight, like a bodyguard beside the king, extremely vigilant.

Alexia looked up in disbelief and saw the king's calm ocean blue eyes.

She was silent for a long time and sneered, "When did you come?"

Edward was silent for a moment, then smiled gracefully.

"Unfortunately, Miss, I can't answer your question. I seem to have been confused for a few days, and I seem to have been half asleep.

"If you have to give me a specific time, my answer is a week ago."

Alexia didn't want to believe it, her face looked a little ugly.

"...A week ago? What do you mean, are you playing house with me?"

Edward looked at her, and looked deeply into the girl's stubborn, unconvinced light blue pupils, which suddenly became affectionate.

He said softly, "Miss Alexia, I am the king and I know everything about the wizarding world, including of course your magic theories."

Alexia raised her eyes and said sarcastically, "So what? You are just a Muggle. Even if you memorize all the magic theories by heart, you will never learn it!"

Edward smiled softly, leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on the dining table, and said confidently and relaxedly, "So what if I can't learn? I am the king, and I don't need to practice any knowledge."

"In this way, your magic and any of our science and technology are the same to me."

He smiled and said gently and gracefully, "From this point of view, the magic theory becomes interesting - it is very suitable to be used as a fairy tale."

Alexia's face turned red with anger.

She couldn't find the right words to refute for a while, but Edward caught her again.

The young king looked at her, his sea-blue eyes filled with tenderness.

This kind of tenderness is different from the obsession inspired by love drugs. It is calm and restrained, but with the respect that comes with true love.

Edward smiled and said, "Just because I know something about magic theory, of course I will learn about strange potions like love potions, especially how to remove them!"

He looked at the cup of pink milk and sighed,

"Everyone desires to be loved, and they also hope that the person they love can fall in love with them. However, love potions are heresy, and bezoars and hatred potions can eliminate them.

"But there is another kind that was briefly mentioned in the history of magic..."

He raised his eyes to look at the girl sitting across from him and said softly, "If the person being controlled really falls in love with the person who drugged him, the love potion will of course lose its effectiveness when the real love offsets it."

Alexia paused, her slender eyebrows slightly raised, and then slightly frowned.

She sneered, "Real love? You to me?"

Edward just looked at her quietly for a while, then he looked away respectfully, lowered his eyes and smiled, then raised his hand to pick up the milk glass soaked in love potion on the table and drank it down in one gulp.

Alexia suddenly stood up and subconsciously wanted to stop him.

She didn't know why she wanted to stop it, but she just did it subconsciously.

Allen stood aside and watched, but he could taste something psychologically.

...Are you afraid that the sincerity you rarely encounter will be washed away by the love potion?

He was wearing an invisibility cloak, but his movements were exactly the same as His Majesty's. He lowered his eyes and smiled with a hint of joy.

Alexia angrily snatched the cup from His Majesty's hand, slapped the cup on the table angrily, and asked, "You just said..."

She paused suddenly, as if she was afraid of the word "love", and pretended to be fierce, jumping and saying,

"You don't go to prove it, but instead drink love potion here? What do you mean?!"

She stared into Edward's eyes nervously, unsure of her mood. She seemed to want tenderness to appear in those eyes, but seemed not to want tenderness to appear in those eyes.

but no matter……

She knew that she didn't want obsession to appear in those eyes.

...obsession brought about by love potions.

The milk glass was slapped so hard that the pink-white milk in the glass splashed all over the table, and a few drops inevitably fell on Edward.

But His Majesty was not angry.

He waved away Butler Fran who came after hearing the sound, showed a gentle smile, looked up at the angry girl, and asked, "Why are you angry? Didn't you want to put this in my cup just now?" "

Alexia was speechless for a moment, and tears were forced from the corners of her eyes.

Edward immediately suppressed his smile, stood up and walked to her side, comforting her, "I'm sorry, Alexia... I just thought that maybe this could prove that I was sincere..."

Alexia pushed him hard and said stubbornly, "You people can't be trusted! You are a Muggle and I am a wizard!"

She paused suddenly again, biting her lip in humiliation as if remembering some unbearable past event.

Edward sighed softly and said helplessly, "I am also helpless."

Those sea blue eyes looked at her apologetically and said softly,

"Your appearance before was too bizarre. As a king, I will always be wary.

"As for the middle... maybe there's something wrong with your love potion - don't be angry - I mean, every night, I can think clearly and rationally.

"During the day, I was not under my control, but I could observe us like a bystander. This kind of control was weakening day by day, until a week ago..."

He looked at the girl and said softly,

"From the king's perspective, I believe you are a kind girl. And the corpse that day, if I remember correctly, was dressed as a subordinate of the arrogant Dark Lord in the British wizarding world.

"It looks like you just killed an invader."

Edward looked east, in the direction of Windsor Castle, and said softly, "This country has just driven away the invaders not long ago... I understand your mood very well."

Alexia held back tears, and the grievances of the past few years were so overwhelming that she could hardly make a sound.

She forced out her breath, with tears in her eyes, and stubbornly retorted,

"Why are you so sure?

"You don't know anything!"

She asked, "Why do you dare to say that? I have been bullied all these years...I am not innocent at all, I am very scheming!"

As she talked about herself like this, tears fell one after another.

Edward looked at her distressedly.

The girl still said stubbornly, "I am a pure-bloodist... I have never looked down on you Muggles!"

Edward frowned tightly, with no trace of disgust in his eyes.He wanted to hug the other party, but was worried about being rude to the beautiful lady. After a while, he just took out the handkerchief in a gentlemanly manner and gently handed it to the girl.

He comforted, "I've heard about the arrogance of pure-blood families, but..."

He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Many purebloods were once nobles appointed by the Muggle king. Therefore, in the beginning, there was never such arrogance."

"Maybe we can go back to the beginning."

When a young man feels sorry for the girl he likes, Edward is no exception.

He whispered, "Stop crying, it will hurt your eyes."

Alexia grabbed the handkerchief.

Perhaps it was rare for someone to feel sorry for her, and she couldn't suppress her emotions once they arose.She held the handkerchief tightly in her right hand, but couldn't help but grab Edward's shirt with her left hand and leaned her forehead against it.

...Crying harder.

The young king was at a loss. He couldn't even let go of his half-opened hand, nor could he let it go even if he didn't.

Allen stood nearby, circling the two of them strangely.

Until Edward raised his hand helplessly, and pressed his head accurately through the invisibility cloak.