A Certain Scientific Harry Potter

The process sounds rather troublesome, but in order to avoid being found early by the police or certain interested parties, Harry had no choice but to do this.

After all, the era he was in was not the internet-savvy future; it wasn't as if he could just post on Weibo and hit the trending list.

"Hey, kid, where did you come from?"

"Had a falling out with my parents, didn't want to go home."

The sudden voice startled Harry, but he still threw out the prepared excuse with a calm expression, successfully handling the bartender's interrogation.

"I knew it!" The bartender put on a stern, knowing face. "Kid, you can stay here, but you can't cause me any trouble! Especially don't you dare touch a single drop of alcohol, understand?"

"I know, I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning." Harry nodded like a well-behaved child.

"That's for the best! Here, drink this, it's chilly at night~" The bartender was clearly satisfied with Harry's attitude, and after giving him a warning, he went back to work.

Before leaving, he even placed a glass of milk on the table.

"Excuse me... could I borrow some paper and a pen?"

"I'll go get them! Damn it, I just hope you don't have any other requests!"

So, this was perhaps the charm of an English pub.

You could never quite tell if it was vulgar or elegant, but it was certainly inclusive enough, and it never lacked human warmth.

This was exactly why Harry chose a pub to take shelter in; compared to asking strangers for a place to stay or fighting homeless people for newspapers under an overpass, it was actually harder for his tracks to be discovered in a pub.

English law had extremely comprehensive restrictions regarding children and alcohol, and children under 14 were strictly forbidden from such liquids, but some pubs that operated as restaurants wouldn't stop children from entering, and this was the type of place Harry had come to.

Moreover, pubs were open for business and valued atmosphere above all else, so few people would be meddlesome enough to call the police for a child like Harry who was clearly just having a spat with his parents.

Anyone who dared to ruin the good mood of all the patrons would likely be cornered in the back alley of the pub and given a sound beating~

Another key reason was that one could often obtain a lot of useful information in a pub!

The guests who frequented pubs were a mixed bag of all sorts, and their topics ranged from national affairs to a widow taking a bath. If Harry listened in from the side, he might just get some inspiration.

On his first night away from the Dursley home, Harry spent his time listening to the high-minded discussions of the patrons while busily writing his materials for an anonymous tip-off.

By the way, the milk tasted quite good, and it was hot~

"The efficiency is actually quite high; it's already in the papers."

On the last day of the year, when Harry saw his anonymous tip-off letter in the inconspicuous section of a tabloid, a joyful smile finally appeared on his face, which had been tense for days.

Very good, it seemed he could report further to larger news media; he might even manage to land a big headline for the start of the new year~

However, just as Harry was calculating whether he should go to The Guardian or The Daily Telegraph first, the idle chatter of two patrons beside him suddenly caught his attention!

"Hey, mate, have you heard? Our Crown Prince is holding a grand parade tomorrow, the first day of the New Year!"

"I heard too. They say it's a fundraising event to celebrate the New Year and help orphans. I also heard the whole Crown Prince's family will be attending, though I don't know if it's true."

"Who knows? Anyway, let's go join the fun tomorrow~"

The Crown Prince's parade... This news struck Harry's mind like a bolt of lightning!

In an instant, he thought of a way to make a much bigger scene than just seeking out media, social workers, and the police!

Chapter 7: The Crown Prince is for Hugging Thighs

Colorful fireworks painted the clear sky in a dazzling display, and enthusiastic cheers echoed through every street and alley. As the New Year began, the British Isles were filled with jubilation.

Looking at the dancing and lively scene around him, a hopeful smile quietly hung on the corner of Harry's mouth.

For him, the New Year also meant a new beginning.

If everything went smoothly, after today, he would never have to hide and dodge again!

The royal parade...

He absolutely had to seize this opportunity to checkmate the Dursley family and Dumbledore, who stood behind them!

Taking a deep look at the ceremonial guard approaching with music, a flash of determination crossed Harry's eyes, and he turned and hurried away.

At this moment, the British Crown Prince on the float did not know that he had been targeted by a young boy as a means to gain leverage, and he was still waving to the people along the street.

Crown Prince Charles was in a good mood; it had been a long time since he had enjoyed such enthusiastic cheers from the public.

Because of negative press and frequently exposed family problems, the approval rating of the forty-something Crown Prince had not been high among the public in recent years, which was why he wanted to take advantage of this New Year's parade to gain some goodwill.

It just so happened that the country had recently promulgated the Children Act, a law that could be said to have touched upon the pain points of many citizens. Being able to ride its popularity would naturally be of great benefit to Crown Prince Charles.

It was precisely for this reason that the Crown Prince chose to bring his whole family on the parade.

This was a charity parade with a theme of children, so he needed his two sons—William and Harry—to appear before the public together. For this, the Crown Prince didn't even mind bringing along his wife, with whom he had long since been estranged.

The solemn ceremonial guard moved slowly forward, and when they arrived at Trafalgar Square, not far from the palace, they paused their steps.

Trafalgar Square was a famous carnival hotspot in London. Every Christmas, New Year, and other holidays, thousands of residents would even come to celebrate throughout the night. The longer the ceremonial guard stayed here, the more opportunities Crown Prince Charles had to share the joy with the people.

Moreover, flocks of square pigeons rested lazily here. The Crown Prince knew his limits and naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to have people drive them away.

According to English law, all animals were the property of the Queen, especially pigeons, which were considered angels in the hearts of the British people—the "daddy of daddies"—and absolutely no one dared to provoke them.

Therefore, it was said that many authors who stopped updating their work particularly yearned for this country, because it could provide the safest protection for pigeons... of course, that was a joke~

In short, while the Crown Prince was busy showing his affinity for the people and the pigeons in the square were lazily strolling about, no one noticed that the thin, frail boy had already quietly slipped to the very front of the carnival crowd!

At this moment, he was barely a step away from the honor guard!!

Flap, flap, flap~

A flock of pigeons in the square took flight, and the marching band resumed their music. Yet, amidst the scattering feathers, a small, thin figure suddenly darted out!

He moved like a bolt of lightning, nimbly weaving through the gaps in the honor guard, and finally, in a heart-stopping moment, blocked the path of the Prince's carriage!!

"Who goes there?!"

"Protect His Royal Highness the Prince!!"

The startled horses reared up, and shouts erupted from the honor guard. By the time the commotion subsided, Harry already had dozens of rifles aimed at his head.

However, he wasn't the least bit worried about being turned into a sieve, because there was no way the honor guard's rifles were loaded with live ammunition!

"Everyone, lower your weapons! That's just a child!!" A man who looked like an adjutant hurried over. After dissuading the overreacting honor guard, he glared at Harry with some indignation, "Child, why would you do something so dangerous?!"

"I need help! I... I've been abused by the aunt and uncle who adopted me!!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs. Although he kept his eyes on the adjutant in front of him, his voice was clearly directed at the person inside the carriage.

"Listen, child... I sympathize with your situation, but you should be seeking out a social worker or the police..."

"I've tried them, but it was completely useless!" Harry screamed, cutting the adjutant off. "The police never came, and the social workers even covered for my aunt and uncle! If that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have run away from Surrey to London, and I certainly wouldn't have intercepted the Prince's carriage!!"

"Poor child, it seems you have suffered a great deal."

At this moment, Prince Charles stepped out of the carriage. He crouched down in front of Harry like a kind elder and helped smooth out Harry's messy hair.

"Child... what is your name?" The Prince had originally intended to use Harry to showcase his own approachable nature, but when he saw the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, his thin eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"My name is Harry." Things hadn't settled yet, so Harry didn't dare reveal his full name; it was always better to be cautious.

"Oh, that is truly a dear name; it is the same as my youngest son's." Prince Charles affectionately took Harry's hand. "Come into the carriage with me, Harry. On behalf of the Royal Family, I promise you that we will do everything in our power to help you!"

"But, Your Highness Charles..." The adjutant wanted to advise otherwise, but the Prince silenced him with a warning look.

"Adjutant, notify the honor guard to proceed. When I give my speech in front of Buckingham Palace later, I will personally seek justice for the boy, Harry!"

"As you command!" The adjutant didn't know why the Prince valued this boy so much, but he could only obey and depart.

The honor guard resumed their march, and as Harry sat inside the carriage, the stone in his heart finally settled.

The British Prince was, without a doubt, the most powerful backer he could possibly latch onto!

Chapter 8 The Royal Family Is Not That Simple

"To all the people of Britain, I am your Prince, Charles."

"On this New Year's occasion, I should be wishing everyone a happy new year, but an incident I encountered on the road just now has left me so indignant that I must speak out!"

"When I heard that the poor boy from Surrey, Harry, had been abused by his adoptive aunt and uncle for the past several years, I could hardly believe my ears!"

"I cannot imagine that, even today, such ugly conduct still exists under British rule!!"

Outside the square of Buckingham Palace, Prince Charles was giving a passionate speech. He was skilled at stirring the emotions of the public, and before long, the condemnation of the Dursley family echoed throughout the entire square.

Harry was staying in a reception room with the Prince's family. As he listened to the speech, he felt a secret sense of bewilderment.

Things had gone far more smoothly than he had expected. Harry had intended to make a big splash, but he never imagined the Prince would actually change his New Year's speech for him!

Furthermore, the fact that the Prince would risk public disapproval to let him stay in the same room as his family was a level of care that was truly mind-boggling.

"Mother... is what he said to Father true? Since those people were his relatives, why would they treat him so poorly?" In the corner of the room, the Prince's eldest son whispered to his mother.

Harry understood his confusion well. After all, as a royal scion born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he might have seen many things, but he could never truly empathize with those at the bottom.

"Child, not everyone is like you, born destined to be cherished."

The elegant Princess first looked at Harry as if seeking his permission, and after confirming he didn't mind, she continued to teach gently: "In fact, children like little Harry who suffer unfair treatment are everywhere in Britain. It is precisely because of this that we, the Royal Family, must extend a helping hand!"

"A single act of kindness may not yield immediate results, but it can accumulate, bit by bit, to warm this country!"

"Thank you, Mother, I understand!" After hearing the Princess's lesson, Prince William nodded, seemingly grasping the concept.

Afterward, he walked quickly to Harry's side, took his hand, and said earnestly: "You can rest assured, my father and our entire family will definitely do everything to help you!"

"Thank you..."

Harry didn't say much more, only thanking them in a hoarse voice.

This scene of a kind mother teaching her son made Harry's nose sting slightly. He hadn't seen his own mother for a long time before he transmigrated, and as for after...

Heh, better not to speak of it.

In any case, he was truly grateful for the kindness of the Prince's family.

Regardless of what Prince Charles's true motives might be, the fact that he was helping him was undeniable.

Moreover, Harry didn't think that he, a mere commoner, had anything worth being exploited for.

"Hey, child, are you getting used to being here?" After the parade activities had completely concluded, the Prince came to the reception room and greeted Harry warmly as soon as he entered.

"It is wonderful here; I cannot thank you enough for your generosity!" Harry bowed deeply to the Prince. This was not an act of servility, but one of sincere gratitude.

"Harry, there is a question I have been wanting to ask you..." The Prince waved his hand with a smile, then asked with a serious expression, "Why did you choose to resolve your predicament in this way?"

Back in the carriage, the Prince had already heard the full story from Harry, and he was now simply curious as to why Harry had made such a choice.

"Because it was the only method I could use!" Harry's gaze was incredibly firm at this moment. "Even if there is a protective umbrella behind the Dursley family that dares to trample on the law, I still firmly believe that justice and truth will not be distorted by human connections!!"

"Well said!" Prince Charles patted Harry Potter on the shoulder in approval. "My boy, I will absolutely give you a satisfactory answer regarding this matter! Later, you will accompany my family to Highgrove House; it is my private residence. You can have a good rest there while waiting for the results."

"This... thank you very much~" Harry Potter was so surprised he didn't know what to do, and could only rush to express his gratitude.

The Princess standing to the side seemed to disapprove of the Prince's decision, yet under his stern gaze, she ultimately remained silent.

"Your Royal Highness, I don't understand... why would you treat an ordinary commoner boy with such favor?" After Harry Potter left with the Princess and the others, the Prince's adjutant carefully stepped forward to ask.

"These things are not for you to understand." The Prince shook his head with a smile, not answering the adjutant's question directly. "Go and call the Prime Minister and the Lord Chancellor for me immediately; tell them I have urgent matters to discuss with them!"

"As you command, sir." The adjutant quickly acknowledged the order and hurried away to carry out the Prince's instructions.

However, once the adjutant's figure had completely vanished, the smile on the Prince's face gradually took on a more mysterious air.

Heh, an ordinary commoner boy... is that really the case?

Black hair, green eyes, a thin lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, and the name... there is no mistake!

That child is absolutely the Boy Who Lived, the one who once repelled the Dark Lord...

Harry Potter!!

To think he could escape Dumbledore's control—isn't that an interesting turn of events?

So then... if the Royal Family and the government were to intervene simultaneously to help this Harry Potter break free from Dumbledore's influence, what would happen?

Inside the reception room of Buckingham Palace, the smile on Prince Charles's face grew even more brilliant~