Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 103 Misrepresentation Doesn't Harm the True Meaning (Fifth Update)

That evening, in the Gryffindor common room.

Ron spread out a parchment in the lounge and began writing a letter to Charlie.

But it seems he has a tendency to burn books and bury scholars alive in the cultural sphere. He writes something, then erases it, completely unsure how to start a conversation.

Hermione, carrying a plate of fruit, walked up to Ron, glanced at the table, and frowned.

Tell me, what did you write?

"Of course, we should write letters," Ron said, sounding a little impatient.

"It looks more like a pieced-together extortion letter to me," Hermione scoffed, setting down the fruit plate she was holding. "Can I take a look?"

Ron raised his hand, scanned the letter, glanced at Hermione, and then handed it to her.

After receiving the letter, Hermione spread it out in front of her and cleared her throat.

"Deer Charlie ————"

She sighed and pointed to the words on the letter, saying, "It's D—E—A—R. The way you spell it means 'little deer'."

She continued reading: "I met a respectable person at school, not one of those arrogant pure-blood scumbags, blood-mother hell—hell"—the word has two Ls—he's a real gentleman—you know me, I don't exaggerate, and George and Fred get along with him quite well. Anyway, I'm eating chips as I write this, and I'm a little thirsty now. I wonder when Harry will bring me a drink—"

Hermione sighed as she read this.

"Tell me, what exactly are you trying to say?" she asked, putting down the letter.

"It's about telling Charlie that Henry will establish a nature reserve so he can come back to England to work, and that will make Mom very happy," he said with a shrug.

"Then why don't you just write it down?" Hermione said, picking up another blank sheet of paper and handing it to him. "But cut out the irrelevant words, and don't use your usual catchphrases, like 'blood mother hell' or anything like that."

"For example—" she shifted her posture, gesturing to the letter paper, "Write it down, darling—"

D-E-A-R Charlie, how have you been lately? Is everything going smoothly in Romania?

I have something to tell you. Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, got his hands on a Norwegian Ridgeback. It's only a month old now, but it's growing incredibly fast. Hagrid can't keep it and he's really worried about it.

However, there's now a solution—His Highness Prince Wales is funding the construction of a magical animal sanctuary in the Scottish Highlands. It needs experts to manage it, especially those knowledgeable about dragons.

The moment I heard that, I thought of you. If you could come back as the chief expert, it would definitely be better than staying in Romania. It would be closer to home, and Mom could see you more often.

By the way, Mom misses you terribly; she mentions you in every letter she writes. She'd be overjoyed if you came back.

His Highness is a very good person, you don't need to worry. He's different from those arrogant purebloods; he genuinely wants to do good deeds.

If you're willing, reply as soon as possible. You can discuss any conditions you require with His Highness.

Your brother, Ron.

After Ron finished writing, he showed it to Hermione again.

"How is it?" he asked.

Hermione nodded: "It's alright. Although a few words were still misspelled, the errors don't detract from the meaning; at least the meaning is clear."

Ron rolled his eyes.

"Can't you just compliment me once?"

"Praise you?" Hermione laughed. "Let's wait until you've written all the words correctly."

One day later, in Romania.

Charlie Weasley is at the fence of a dragon sanctuary, changing the dressing on an injured Hungarian wood bee.

That dragon was really uncooperative; it flicked its tail and almost knocked him to the ground.

"Behave yourself!" Charlie muttered, using his wand to control its tail.

Just then, an owl flew over, bumped into his shoulder, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Charlie picked up the owl and handed it to the apothecary next to him. He then took the letter, opened it, and saw that it was Ron's handwriting.

After reading the letter, he stood there stunned for a long time.

Then he laughed.

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"That kid," he muttered, "he actually knows to write to me asking for a favor."

He put the letter away and turned to walk back to the camp.

This is a big deal; he needs to write a letter to his mother.

The next day, at my humble abode.

Molly Weasley was busy in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging and clattering.

Suddenly, an owl flew in, carrying the letter, and dropped it into the pool.

Molly wiped her hands, hurriedly scooped the old owl out, settled it down, and then opened the letter.

It was written by Charlie.

Dear Mom:

Ron wrote to me saying that a magical animal sanctuary is being built in England and they need experts. He knows the person in charge of establishing the sanctuary and wants me to go back and be the chief expert.

I'd like to hear your opinion. If you think it's good, I'll go back. If you don't think it's good, I'll stay in Romania.

Looking forward to your reply.

"Love you," Charlie Molly read the letter, her hand trembling slightly in disbelief.

Then she laughed, and as she laughed, tears started streaming down her face.

"Arthur!" she called towards the living room, "Come quick!"

Arthur Weasley ran over from the living room, holding a half-modified Muggle electric screwdriver.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Molly handed him the letter.

Arthur was stunned after reading it.

"Charlie's coming back? Wait, when did Ron get connections like that?"

He certainly knew about the nature reserve; lately, Fudge had been walking with his head held high, as if he had personally defeated the mysterious man.

He also knew that the Muggle royal child who spearheaded this matter was apparently studying at Slytherin—but he never imagined that Ron, who had always been estranged from Slytherin, would actually be able to speak with this Slytherin.

That's really strange.

"Yes!" Molly said, wiping away her tears, "That boy Ron actually did something good!"

Arthur smiled.

"Then what are you waiting for? Quickly reply to him and tell him to come back immediately!"

Another day later, another letter from Charlie was delivered to Ron in the afternoon.

Dear Ron:

I received the letter. My mother and I discussed it and decided to go back.

However, there are a few issues you need to clarify first:

First, what are the specific plans for this nature reserve? How large is it? How many dragons does it plan to house?

What about other magical creatures?

Second, what is the scope of authority of the chief expert? Can they build their own team? What is the budget?

Third, what is His Highness's attitude? Does he genuinely want to do this, or is he just playing around?

If I can figure all of this out, I can set off as soon as possible.

Also, I have several friends in Romania who are experts on dinosaurs. Would it be possible for them to go to the UK with me?

I await your reply.

Charlie PS: I'll take good care of that dragon named Norber. Tell Hagrid not to worry.

Ron jumped up excitedly after reading the letter.

"He said yes! Charlie said yes!"

Hermione leaned closer and looked at the letter.

"His questions were very technical," she said. "These are questions that His Highness should answer."

Ron nodded and immediately stood up.

"I'll go find His Highness right away!"