Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 109 There aren't many people like you anymore (Fifth update delivered, please vote with monthly tickets)

The entire auditorium was silent at first, then erupted in a gasp of surprise.

"Merlin! It recognizes His Highness!"

"Unicorns are actually friendly with humans!"

Draco sat opposite Henry, his fork falling into the plate with a crisp sound.

His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

No?

What happened to the rule that unicorns only befriend pure-hearted girls?

What's wrong with you?

Pansy covered her mouth, her eyes wide open; Daphne's cup slipped from her hand, spilling pumpkin juice all over the table, but she didn't notice at all.

Even Miss Farley, the prefect, forgot to put her book away.

The Gryffindor trio weren't surprised, after all, they had already witnessed the unicorn's closeness with Henry, but the others were different, especially the twins, who were already planning what gift to design for Henry for this year's Christmas.

That morning, no one ate properly.

All eyes were on the Slytherin table—where a twelve-year-old boy sat upright, with a pure white unicorn lying beside him.

The unicorn would occasionally open its eyes, look at the people around it, then close them again and continue to lean against Henry's legs.

Henry remained remarkably calm, sticking to basics.

However, he did know what it meant for the unicorn to be close to him.

Unicorns are the purest of creatures; they can sense a person's heart. If they are willing to be close to someone, it means that person has a pure heart.

These are Newt's words.

Now, the entire school has witnessed this scene.

He looked at the shocked gazes and incredulous expressions around him.

But he didn't care; he just wanted to put the unicorn at ease.

It has just experienced a terrible attack, and it needs security and people it can trust.

And he just happened to be the one it trusted, nothing more.

After breakfast, Henry wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up to leave.

The unicorn also stood up, its movements elegant and light, its four hooves barely making a sound as they landed on the marble floor.

It followed behind Henry at a leisurely pace, its silvery-white tail swaying gently.

Together they walked out of the auditorium, through the foyer, down the stone steps, and toward Hagrid's cottage.

A morning breeze carried the scent of grass and dew. The unicorn raised its head, its nostrils flaring slightly, then continued to follow Henry.

Behind them, countless eyes were watching them.

Those gazes held shock, envy, awe, and curiosity.

The entire day was spent discussing this matter.

In the hallways, classrooms, and common rooms, people were talking everywhere. Even the people in the portraits joined in the gossip, some even slipping out of their own frames to inquire about the news in other portraits.

"Did you see that? That unicorn!"

"I see it! It's lying beside His Highness, completely still!"

"Aren't unicorns the purest creatures? How come they would be friendly with humans?"

"This shows that Your Highness has a pure heart!"

"That Slytherin? Pure?"

"What do you mean by that? How could a unicorn's choice be wrong?"

The vast majority of students were shocked that there were also pure-hearted souls in Slytherin, a place known for producing dark wizards. Although they were reluctant to admit it, they eventually had to accept reality.

The atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was exceptionally lively.

Draco leaned back on the sofa by the fireplace, a look of pride on his face.

"You see? His Highness is truly extraordinary! Even unicorns are willing to be close to him!"

Pansy nodded in agreement: "I told you long ago, His Highness is no ordinary person."

Daphne said softly, "The unicorn's choice is never wrong."

But this is only the opinion of the first-year students. For the vast majority of Slytherins, having a pure heart is not something to be praised.

Several upperclassmen huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. A sixth-year boy scoffed, flipping open his spellbook without looking up, and said, "Strength is the only standard for judging whether someone is worthy of being a Slytherin. As for purity and nobility? Can that stuff even be used as a spell?"

Several people nearby nodded in agreement.

That evening, in Hagrid's cabin, Henry sat by the fireplace, stroking the unicorn's mane.

It feels so good; even the finest silk can't compare.

Hagrid sat opposite him with a simple, honest smile on his face.

"Your Highness, you're a celebrity in the whole school now."

Henry chuckled. "Wasn't it already like that during Quidditch matches?"

Hagrid shook his head and said, "What's Quidditch? Unicorns are the real deal! You can't buy something for any amount of money."

Henry didn't speak; he continued to stroke the unicorn.

The unicorn lay at his feet, purring softly as if it were enjoying itself.

The following evening, Newt was about to leave.

Outside Hagrid's cabin, Newt was packing his belongings—a worn-out leather trunk that looked unremarkable, but Henry knew it contained an entire world of magical creatures.

When Newt put Norbert inside and closed the box, the box wobbled slightly, as if something inside was moving.

"I've already made arrangements for Noberta," Newt said, patting the box. "I'll send it back once the reserve is built."

He looked at the unicorn, which was standing beside Henry, quietly eating a handful of fresh grass, its silvery-white tail occasionally flicking to shoo away mosquitoes.

"It's almost fully recovered, and we can release it back into the Forbidden Forest tomorrow."

He then looked at Henry.

"However, Your Highness, it would be best if you went alone when you released it."

"Why?" Henry asked.

“Unicorns are very sensitive; they get nervous when there are too many people around. And—” Newt smiled, “it only trusts you.”

Henry nodded and agreed.

"Your Highness," Newt said, looking at him with a more serious tone, "you are a special person."

Henry didn't speak, but simply watched Newt quietly, waiting for him to continue.

Newt continued, "Unicorns never make the wrong choice; they can see into the depths of people's hearts. If they choose to be close to you, it means you have a truly pure heart."

At this point, he smiled, a smile tinged with a hint of emotion.

"There aren't many people like you left in this world."

Henry looked at him, bowed slightly, his posture elegant and humble.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Scamander."

Newt waved his hand, picked up the worn-out leather trunk, and walked toward Dumbledore.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Your Highness," he said, "you may write to me at any time if you need anything in the future."

"Yes, Mr. Scamander," Henry nodded.

Newt nodded and turned to walk toward Dumbledore.

The two old men stood side by side for a while, exchanged a few words in hushed tones, and then vanished into the twilight. (Delivered at dawn, please vote with monthly tickets)