Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Just as the train was leaving the London suburbs and the countryside began to appear outside the window, the compartment door was suddenly pulled open again.

A boy stood panting in the doorway. He had neatly combed brown hair, wore brand-new Muggle-style clothes, and dragged an expensive-looking suitcase.

"Thank goodness, I finally found a seat! The stalls in front of me and even the aisle were packed!"

The boy spoke casually, his gaze sweeping across the cubicle. He first nodded to Hannah and Susan, then finally landed on Henry's face.

His gaze lingered on Henry's face for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened slightly involuntarily, and his face showed extreme shock, disbelief, and finally a mixture of excitement and sudden realization.

"You...you...my God!" The boy's voice rose eight octaves with excitement. He pointed at Henry, his fingers trembling slightly. "You're Prince Henry! Prince Henry of Wales! I've seen you on TV! In the newspapers! My dad's company even participated in a business forum sponsored by the royal family last year!"

The air in the cubicle froze instantly. Hannah and Susan looked at the boy, whose face was flushed with excitement, and then at Henry, whose expression remained calm.

Although they had never watched television, they were not entirely ignorant of the Muggle world, and they were very clear about the concepts of princes and royalty—the highest level of secular nobility in the Muggle world, a symbol of the top of another vast social structure.

However, the sudden and concrete appearance of this concept left the two little witches somewhat bewildered.

Hannah's eyes widened slightly, while Susan pursed her lips thoughtfully.

Henry sighed inwardly. He had anticipated being recognized, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

I originally wanted to interact with you as ordinary people...

He gave the dumbfounded boy a helpless smile, and at the same time raised his hand, gesturing for him to be quiet.

"I suppose on the Hogwarts Express I'd prefer to be called 'Henry Welsh,'" his voice was steady, carrying a quiet strength that involuntarily calmed people. "Nice to meet you. And you are?"

The boy snapped back to reality, realizing he might have overreacted. He quickly went into the cubicle, closed the door, and lowered his voice, but his excitement was still palpable.

"Justin Finch-Finlie! Oh, my apologies, Your Highness… I mean, Mr. Wells! This is absolutely shocking! I mean, I was already pretty crazy when I received the letter, but I never expected… never expected…"

He was rambling incoherently, but his gaze was fixed intently on Henry, as if he were looking at a walking legend.

The hyphenated surname "Finch-Finch" signifies the Justin family's upper-class status.

In British tradition, two surnames are inheritable, primarily to preserve a family name that would die out if there were no male descendants. This family name is related to the inheritance of the family estate.

For example, the original surname of the British royal family was Windsor, but the Queen obviously would not take her husband's surname, so after the Queen got married, she added Prince Philip's surname before her original surname, and it became Mountbatten-Windsor.

Hannah and Susan exchanged a surprised look.

Hannah leaned closer to Susan and whispered, "The prince? The grandson of that Muggle queen?"

Susan nodded slightly, her gaze towards Henry filled with even greater curiosity—being in the same room as a Muggle royal was far beyond anything they had imagined before boarding the train.

Henry nodded to Justin, his voice gentle.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Finley. I think we still have many things to discuss and look forward to about the wizarding world before we arrive at Hogwarts, such as which house we'll be sorted into, don't we?"

He skillfully steered the conversation back to the magical world, while signaling Justin to calm down with a look.