Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 133 Saying One Thing but Doing Another (Fourth Update)

"The Malfoys never just look at the present," Draco said, considering his words before continuing, "However, our two families have some conflicts, and this is just my father's advice to you."

"Your father is right." Henry nodded with a slight smile, of course understanding Lucius's deeper meaning.

The train traveled for another hour or so before the compartment door was opened again.

This time it's Hannah, Susan, and Justin.

"Your Highness!" Hannah poked her head in. "May we come in?"

Henry nodded, and the three of them squeezed in and sat down by the window. As soon as Justin sat down, he moved closer to Draco.

"Malfoy! Did you know that the Chadli Artillery has a match next week?"

Draco rolled his eyes: "I know, I've seen the schedule."

"So, how should we go about it?" Justin asked. "At your place, or at mine?"

"Watch the game at home?" Draco was a little confused. "Shouldn't you go to the stadium to watch the game? How can you watch it at home?"

"Oh, sorry." Justin slapped his forehead. "I always thought it was the Muggle world. I forgot that there are no televisions in the wizarding world."

"What is a television?" Hannah asked curiously.

Justin scratched his head, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"Uh—it's a square box. Once it's powered on, people inside will talk, sing, act, and stuff like that. There's also a screen where you can see what they're doing."

"A talking and acting box? Is that a magical item?" Hannah asked, blinking.

"No, no," Justin quickly waved his hand. "That was invented by Muggles. It doesn't use magic; it works with electricity."

Susan frowned beside her.

"Electricity? What's that?"

Justin opened his mouth, but realized he couldn't explain himself clearly.

"It's—something invisible that can make many things move. Lights will turn on, televisions will display images, trains will run—"

He became more and more incoherent as he spoke, and he didn't even know what he was saying anymore.

Daphne asked softly, "Can it play Quidditch matches?"

Justin was clearly stumped by the question, but he quickly recovered: "Uh—Muggles don't play Quidditch, they play football."

"A soccer ball?" Pansy asked, intrigued. "What kind of ball is that? Is it kicked with magic too?"

Justin almost burst out laughing: "No, no! Football doesn't use magic! It's just—it's just a group of people chasing a ball, seeing who can kick it into the opponent's goal."

"A bunch of people chasing a ball instead of riding brooms?" Draco's expression was priceless. "What's so interesting about that?"

"Uh—it's quite interesting to watch live," Justin explained. "Tens of thousands of people chanting together in the stadium create a fantastic atmosphere."

"Tens of thousands of people?" Hannah gasped. "How big would that stadium have to be?"

"It's huge," Justin gestured. "Much bigger than Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch."

"That sounds interesting," Susan nodded.

Draco snorted, trying to salvage his composure: "What's the point of this sport without magic, brooms, a ball-running machine, or the Golden Snitch?"

"You don't understand," Justin said with a shrug. "When you're watching it live, you don't care if there's magic or not. It's that feeling of everyone cheering for the same thing together, and that feeling is amazing."

Draco fell silent, seemingly wondering what it would feel like to cheer with tens of thousands of people.

At most, only a few thousand people can sit and watch a Quidditch match at Hogwarts.

Tens of thousands of people—what a scene that would be!

"So what's your opinion?" Hannah pressed. "Do you have that—electricity—at home?"

"A television," Justin said. "Yes, we have one at home. My dad really loves watching football, and he always makes me watch it with him whenever there's a match."

"So you just sat in front of that box and watched the people inside chase the ball?" Pansy asked.

"Yes," Justin nodded, "Sometimes I watch for two hours straight."

"Two hours!" Draco's eyes widened. "Just sit there and watch? Do absolutely nothing?"

"You can eat snacks while watching," Justin said. "My mom makes popcorn or buys potato chips, so it's very comfortable to eat while watching."

The young wizards imagined the scene: a group of people sitting in front of a glowing box, eating snacks, watching the person inside chase a ball for two hours—

"That's strange," Hannah said.

"How boring," Draco said.

"I really want to try it," Susan said.

Several people looked at her.

Susan blushed slightly.

"I'm just curious. I've never seen anything like it before, so I want to see it."

Justin smiled and extended an invitation: "If you want to see it, you can come to my house, and I'll have my dad show it to you."

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Susan's eyes lit up.

"Is it really possible?"

"Of course," Justin said. "But my dad might take you guys a long time to talk about the rules of football. He loves explaining things to people."

Susan thought for a moment, then finally nodded: "Well, okay then."

Draco scoffed from the side, "What's so interesting about Muggle stuff?"

But as he said this, his eyes remained fixed on Justin, as if he were also wondering what the glowing box looked like.

Justin noticed his gaze and asked with a smile, "Malfoy, would you like to see it too?"

Draco's face flushed red, and his gaze drifted out the car window.

"Me? I don't want to see it! I have no interest in Muggle stuff!"

"Oh," Justin nodded. "Never mind then."

Draco opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Daphne chuckled softly beside her. Having been observing the whole time, she could easily understand what Draco meant.

Although he verbally expressed his disgust, he secretly longed to see it.

"Draco, you can just say so if you want to see it."

Draco glared at her.

"I don't!"

"Okay." Daphne didn't call him out on it, she just smiled.

The train continued forward, and the scenery outside the window changed from the Scottish Highlands to the lush green fields of England, with occasional herds of cattle and sheep grazing.

The atmosphere in the cubicle was relaxed, and Justin began to tell them about various things in the Muggle world, including but not limited to cars, telephones, movies, refrigerators, and microwave ovens.

The young wizards listened in disbelief; they had never heard of anything related to the Muggle world before.

"Wait a minute," Pansy interrupted him, "you're saying Muggles don't cook with fireplaces?"

"Yes," Justin said. "They use stoves, electricity, or gas."

"And what is gas?"

"It's—a gas that can burn," Justin gesticulated wildly as he tried to describe it. "You connect it to a stove with a pipe, turn it on, and it burns."