Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 104 Making Many Friends (Sixth Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Ron practically ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

He was so excited that he almost tripped and fell in front of the fat lady. The fat lady glared at him and muttered something, but Ron didn't hear a word she said.

His mind was filled with Charlie's reply—Charlie had agreed! He was really coming back!

Along the way, he almost bumped into two Ravenclaw girls and a cat that appeared out of nowhere. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have stepped on the cat.

The door to the empty classroom on the second floor was ajar, and soft voices and the clinking of porcelain could be heard coming from inside.

Ron took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door and saw Henry sitting in the main seat, with an exquisite bone china tea set in front of him.

Draco sat opposite him, with Pansy and Daphne on either side. The four of them were holding teacups, their postures as elegant as if they were attending some kind of aristocratic salon.

The air was filled with the aroma of black tea and a hint of sweetness from freshly baked pastries.

Ron was stunned; he rarely saw Slytherins gathered together like this.

The way Draco held his teacup reminded him of the manners of those pure-blood families his father occasionally mentioned.

Pansy and Daphne sat there, one flamboyant and the other quiet, but both exuding an elegance and decency that he was not quite used to.

These Slytherins—they don't look like students at all.

"Mr. Weasley?" Henry put down his teacup, slightly surprised. "Is something the matter?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything.

Pansy looked at Ron curiously, while Daphne quietly put down her teacup and politely nodded to Ron.

Ron suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It was strange that a Gryffindor like him had come to a Slytherin tea party.

But Charlie's reply was still in his pocket, burning hot.

"Your Highness," he finally walked over and handed the letter to Henry, "my brother replied! He agreed! But he asked a lot of questions that I don't understand."

Henry took the letter and read it carefully.

Draco leaned over for a glance, then withdrew, his expression somewhat complicated.

He clearly didn't like the Weasley surname, but he said nothing for Henry's sake.

Pansy spoke directly: "Your brother? You mean Weasley, the one who raises dragons in Romania?"

Ron nodded. Although he didn't particularly like the other Slytherins, he had to hold back when he needed their help.

"Yes, Charlie."

Pansy nodded thoughtfully.

"I heard he's very capable."

Ron was stunned. He never expected Pansy to say that. In his mind, people in Malfoy's small circle always spoke to him with sarcasm and ridicule.

Henry finished reading the letter, looked up, and smiled.

"Your brother asked a very good question," he said. "These are questions that certainly need to be clarified first—we'll go to the library tomorrow afternoon. I'll have Sir Arnold send over the materials, and we'll look at them together."

Ron was stunned and pointed at himself.

"Me? Want to watch it together?"

"Yes," Henry said. "You invited your brother, so of course you should be involved. And since you asked these questions, you should be the one to give him the answers."

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

Draco snorted beside him.

"Weasley, His Highness is doing you a favor by allowing you to participate. What's with that expression?"

Ron glared at him, but before he could retort, Daphne spoke softly.

"Draco, don't say that." She looked at Ron. "Mr. Weasley, His Highness is right. You should be involved in your brother's affairs."

Ron nodded blankly, like a silly goose.

"I—I understand."

Henry smiled and said, "Then tomorrow afternoon, second floor of the library, the usual place."

Ron nodded, turned to leave, but turned back at the door.

"Your Highness—thank you."

Henry picked up his teacup and nodded slightly to him.

The door closed, and Pansy looked in the direction it had been, lost in thought.

"The Weasleys—we don't have much to do with them."

Henry put down his teacup.

"Now we have it."

As he spoke, he looked at several classmates.

"It's not just about professionals like the Weasleys; establishing a nature reserve also requires resources from all sides. When you get back, you might as well write to your parents and ask them. I believe they would still be willing to participate in the construction of the nature reserve."

"Of course." He added, "My grandmother mentioned to me recently that your ancestral fiefs are recorded in the Doomsday Book, but since the Wizarding Secrecy Act was implemented, the succession to your titles has not been processed. If I remember correctly, Draco, your ancestor, Lord Armand Malfoy, was a viscount, right?"

"Your Highness, you mean—" Draco's eyes lit up.

A noble title! That's incredible!

Pansy and Daphne were equally interested. After witnessing the wealth of the Muggle royal family—no, the royal family—and the prosperity of the Muggle world, who wouldn't want a status higher than that of ordinary people?

Not only is he a pure-blood wizard, but he also holds the title of baron. How pleasing that sounds!

The fact that both hemp and chrysanthemum flowers have bloomed is a valid description.

Henry smiled without saying a word, picked up his teacup, and drank the tea in one gulp.

With such a great opportunity, of course I should make as many friends as possible!

The next afternoon, in that quiet corner on the second floor of the library.

Ron wasn't alone; Hermione came too, insisting on coming along; Harry came too, saying he had nothing better to do anyway.

Zhang Qiu was also there; she was a regular here.

However you look at it, Harry is definitely after Cho Chang.

Several people sat together, with a thick stack of documents spread out in front of them—a detailed plan for the nature reserve that Sir Arnold had sent that morning.

Henry opened the first document; it was a map.

"The Scottish Highlands, here," he said, pointing to an area on the map. "It's about five thousand acres."

The diverse terrain, including mountains, forests, and lakes, provides suitable habitats for various types of dragons.

Hermione leaned closer to take a closer look.

"What about the facilities?"

Henry turned to the next page.

"We're planning to build a research center, a medical station, and staff dormitories," he said. "The budget for the research center is approximately—"

He explained each point one by one.

Ron was completely bewildered. Terms like "land area," "infrastructure planning," "staffing," and "budget" were like gibberish to him.

But he tried his best to listen and try his best to remember.

Because it was Charlie who asked the question. Because it was his own business.

Hermione would ask questions from time to time, and Henry would answer them one by one.

(The sixth update is here. Please vote with monthly tickets. I'm going to sleep now and will write more when I wake up.)