Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 101 It's all thanks to His Highness's excellent teaching.

Hagrid paused for a moment, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Later, I was expelled from Hogwarts. I thought I would never have another chance in my life, but now—it has come. It's right here; it hatched from the egg. The first thing it saw when it opened its eyes was me."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"I can't bear to part with it."

Henry didn't say anything, he just patted Hagrid's big hand.

He let Hagrid finish saying what he wanted to say.

After a long while, Hagrid took a deep breath.

"But I know I can't keep it. You're right, it will grow too big and too dangerous. I can't afford to keep it, and I can't protect it."

At this point, he looked at Henry.

"You said you had something to tell me, what is it?"

Henry met his gaze and spoke slowly.

"Hagrid, my family wants to fund the construction of a magical animal sanctuary in England."

Hagrid was stunned, and even the trio who were teasing Norbert looked up.

"What?" Hagrid asked.

"The Fantastic Beasts Nature Reserve is located in the Scottish Highlands and is dedicated to protecting endangered magical creatures such as dragons, unicorns, and hippogriffs."

Hagrid's eyes slowly widened.

"You mean—"

"Yes," Henry said, "Nober can go there."

Hagrid opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

His hands were trembling.

"Is there professional care there? Are there experts? Does anyone understand dragons?"

"This is all in its early stages," Henry said with a smile. "With enough money, there's no shortage of macabre experts. We can even poach several teams from dragon sanctuaries in other countries with hefty sums."

Ron's eyes lit up.

He thought of his second brother, Charlie Weasley, whose parents always complained that Charlie's job was too far from home, in Romania, which was far from England and inconvenient to travel to and from.

What if we could visit the nature reserve that Henry's family funded?

"Your Highness," he said, disregarding everything else, "my brother Charlie is raising dragons in Romania. My mother often complains that he's too far from home. If you need, I can write to him and ask him to return to England to work—"

"Charlie?" Hagrid raised his thick eyebrows, looking quite pleased. "I know him!"

He was also a Gryffindor, and Ron often told me about his brother.

Henry looked at Ron and asked with a smile, "Ron, you mean you're willing to write to your brother Charlie and ask him if he'd like to come back to work?"

"Of course!" Ron said, his face slightly flushed with excitement. "Mom always mentions it in her letters, saying how much she misses him. She'll be overjoyed if he can go back to work in England!"

Hermione added, "Besides, Charlie knows a lot of people who study dragons. He's been in Romania for so many years, he must have his own connections. If we can bring him back and have him help build a team, things will be much easier."

Henry glanced at Hermione with some surprise, not expecting this little girl to have such a mischievous mind—oh no, a whole lot of good ideas.

Her subtext was clearly that she wanted Charlie to recruit all the people around him to England along the way.

You truly deserve to be the future Minister of Magic; you're destined for great things.

Hagrid nodded vigorously, his face full of anticipation.

"Yes, yes, yes! Charlie is amazing! I heard he did exceptionally well in Romania and even published several research papers on dragons!"

Harry, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but speak up as well.

"Your Highness, if Charlie returns, Norber will be taken care of. Hagrid will also be able to visit the pair more often, won't he?"

Henry nodded and said, "Yes, the reserve will be open to the public. Of course, not everyone can come and go as they please, but Hagrid, as Norber's mother, certainly can."

Hagrid paused for a moment, then a big smile spread across his face.

The word "mother" warmed his heart.

"Then—then I'll write to Charlie right now!" Ron said, and started to run outside.

"Wait a minute," Henry called after him, "Have you decided how to write the letter?"

Ron stopped and scratched his head.

"So—so I'll say I have a dragon here, and I need him to come back and raise it?"

Hermione slapped her forehead, looking like she couldn't bear to watch.

"Ron, you can't say that. You need to explain the whole story—the royal family wants to build a nature reserve and needs experts. Ask him if he'd be willing to come back as the chief expert."

Ron frowned and thought for a moment.

"That's too complicated. I just said His Highness wants to invite you back to be the chief expert, would you be willing?"

Henry smiled.

"That works. But it would be best to add a sentence—'Your parents miss him very much.'"

Ron's eyes lit up: "Yes! Add that, and he'll definitely come back!"

That evening, the atmosphere around the fireplace in the Slytherin common room was different from usual.

Draco, Pansy, and Daphne sat together, and Theodore was also there.

Although he was still reading, the pages hadn't been turned in a long time.

Henry sat between them and gave a brief account of the reserve's situation—omitting, of course, the sensitive details.

The three people had different expressions after hearing this.

"Twenty million Galleons? Your Highness, your family is that rich?" Draco said in surprise.

For a kid like him, two thousand Galleons is already a huge sum of money, let alone twenty million Galleons. Even if you included the entire Malfoy family's coffers, you still couldn't come up with twenty million Galleons.

Henry smiled and said, "It's not my family's money, it's my father's charitable foundation."

"That's still a lot!" Pansy said. "Twenty million Galleons, enough to buy half of Diagon Alley!"

Daphne asked softly, "Your Highness, why would your family do this?"

"What do you think?" Henry asked, looking at her.

Daphne thought for a moment and replied, "To—to make the wizards have a favorable impression of the royal family?"

Henry nodded: "Yes, that's not entirely wrong, but it's one of the reasons."

Draco, who was standing next to him, nodded thoughtfully.

"Moreover," he interjected, "with this protected area, we can legitimately participate in the affairs of the magical world whenever needed."

Henry glanced at him, and Draco smiled smugly.

"It's all thanks to Your Highness's excellent teaching."

Not bad. It seems this guy isn't bad at understanding things; he's developed a bit of a political sense after all.

Pansy asked from the side, "But will Fudge agree to allow non-magical people to participate in the affairs of the magical world?"

"Yes, as long as you give him enough face," Henry said with a smile.

"Face?" Pansy asked.

"Yes, to make him feel that this matter can also bring him benefits," Henry said.

"So, Your Highness, you want to negotiate with Fudge?" Daphne suddenly asked.

Henry nodded.

"right."

The three people exchanged a glance and fell silent.

After a long while, Draco finally spoke.

"Your Highness, are you nervous? I mean, are you nervous facing the Minister of Magic?"

"Why are you nervous?" Henry smiled.