Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 135 Going Home

Henry leaned back in his seat, looking out at the street.

Everything was the same as when I left, yet it seemed like everything had changed.

He himself has changed.

Brown gripped the steering wheel firmly, occasionally glancing at the back seat through the rearview mirror. He was a veteran driver for the royal motorcade, having served at Kensington Palace for over twenty years and seen countless princes and princesses grow up.

But he had to admit that His Highness Henry's return this time felt different from before.

It's not about appearance, it's about temperament.

That kind of temperament—how should I put it—is more profound, completely unlike that of an eleven-year-old child.

"Your Highness, the Princess was just talking about you the other day," Brown said, breaking the silence in the car. "She was worried that you might not be eating properly at school."

Henry smiled and said, "I eat normally at every meal."

"That's good." Brown nodded. "Prince William and Prince Harry ask every day when Henry will be back. Yesterday they even blew up the water pipes in the garden, saying they were trying to simulate a magic fountain."

Henry couldn't hold back and his lips twitched.

"A simulated magic fountain?"

"Yes, they tied the hose to the tree and turned on the tap. The water pressure was so high that the hose fell right off the tree and soaked them both." Brown said, unable to suppress a laugh. "The princess was furious, but His Highness the Prince was laughing quite happily."

Henry imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh.

That's definitely William and Harry's style.

"Where is my grandfather?" he asked.

"His Highness has recently become fascinated with the two plants you gave him," Brown said. "He keeps the Four Seasons Tree on his study windowsill and looks at it several times a day. He even gave it a name, Little Four Seasons. As for the Willow Tree, he calls it the Back-Scratching Willow and lets it tickle him a few times every day, saying it's to improve blood circulation."

"Promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis?" Henry scratched his head.

Brown nodded and said, "His Highness said the pressure was just right, better than a massage therapist's."

Henry was both amused and exasperated; his grandfather's style was becoming increasingly peculiar.

The car drove through the streets of London and finally entered the Kensington Palace driveway.

The iron gate slowly opened, and the guards saluted. The cobblestone path that Henry had walked all the way from childhood came into view.

The car stopped in front of the main building. As soon as Henry got out of the car, he heard a familiar scream.

"Henry—!"

Two small balls rushed out of the goal and crashed into his arms from the left and right.

William was nine and Harry was six, a time when they were at their most energetic.

Henry was knocked back a step by them, but still managed to catch the two little rascals steadily.

"Have you two gained weight again?" He ruffled William's hair.

"No!" William immediately denied. "That's muscle!"

"Yeah! Muscles!" Harry chimed in, even though he had no idea what muscles were.

Henry looked down at Harry's round little face, which was still smeared with chocolate sauce.

"You ate chocolate again?"

Harry paused for a moment, then quickly wiped his mouth with his hand.

"No!"

He also had chocolate sauce on his hands, and the more he smeared it, the more messy it became.

Henry sighed, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his face.

"Remember to wipe your mouth after you finish eating next time."

Harry chuckled, grinning like Jerry.

Diana emerged from the doorway, wearing a comfortable beige sweater and her hair loosely tied up, looking much more relaxed than she had at Buckingham Palace. She stood in the doorway, looking at Henry with a gentle smile in her eyes.

"You're back?"

Henry went over and gave her a gentle hug.

"You're back, Mom."

Diana patted him on the back, then took a step back and looked him up and down.

"You've grown taller."

Henry laughed and said, "Yes, you've grown taller."

"You're at the age where you're growing, so you need to get enough nutrition," Diana said earnestly. "Tell the kitchen to make some extra good food tonight so you can nourish yourself properly."

William raised his hand: "I want roast chicken!"

"I want pudding!" Harry shouted too.

Diana glared at them: "Let Henry go in first, don't stand at the door."

William and Harry then released Henry, took his hands on either side, and pulled him into the house.

"Henry! Let me show you my new painting!"

"Henry! I've got a pet snail!"

"When did you start keeping snails?"

"Yesterday! Its name was Kuai Kuai!"

Why is it called "Quickly"?

"Because it climbs very slowly, I want it to climb faster."

Henry: "

As expected of my foolish little brother, his IQ is—a bit worrying.

Stepping into the lobby, a familiar atmosphere greets you.

Kensington Palace is not as solemn and imposing as Buckingham Palace; under Diana's arrangement, it feels more like home.

The paintings hanging on the wall were chosen by Diana herself; many were graffiti by William and Harry, carefully framed, and surprisingly, they didn't look out of place among the antique oil paintings.

The fireplace was burning warmly. On the coffee table sat a plate of fruit, a dish of cookies, and several open storybooks—clearly the ones Diana had read to her two younger brothers while he was away.

Henry sat down on the sofa, with William and Harry squeezing on either side of him.

"Henry, what kind of magic did you learn at school?" William asked, his eyes sparkling. "Can I turn into a rabbit?"

"Can you turn into a fire dragon?" Harry asked.

You look like a fire dragon to me!

"A rabbit is fine, but a dragon won't do," Henry said. "A dragon is too big; it'll burn the house down."

He pulled his wand from his pocket—it was his standard accessory at Hogwarts, though he didn't use it much after returning home, but he had gotten used to carrying it with him at all times.

"Watch closely."

He gently waved his wand.

"VeraVerto".

"

An apple on the coffee table trembled slightly, then slowly transformed into a fluffy little rabbit.

It's not a real rabbit; it's an apple that turned into a rabbit. Its fur is the color of an apple peel, its ears are the apple stem, and its eyes are two tiny apple seeds.

Henry did it on purpose.

William opened his mouth wide, and Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

The little rabbit hopped twice on the coffee table, then stopped and looked at them with its tiny black bean-like eyes.

"It can move!" Harry screamed. "It really can move!"

The little rabbit hopped again.

William reached out to touch it. But as soon as his fingers touched it, the little rabbit popped back into an apple with a "pop".

"It—how did it turn back?" Henry asked, somewhat reluctantly.

"Transfiguration isn't permanent," Henry explained. "Especially this kind of impromptu transformation; it doesn't last long."

William looked disappointed, but soon he became excited again.

"Then make another one! Make one even bigger!"

"Yes! Make it bigger!" Harry shouted along.