Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 137 Grandmother's Teachings (Third Update)

William and Harry exchanged a glance, then gasped in surprise at the same time.

"Wow!"

They both jumped into the swamp at the same time.

The swamp mud splashed everywhere, but it was actually a translucent gel-like substance that wouldn't stain your clothes.

William thrashed about in the swamp, trying to swim, only to find that the stuff was much thicker than water and he couldn't swim at all.

Harry simply lay down and rolled around in the mud, laughing like a little madman.

"Henry! This is so much fun!" William shouted, his face covered in mud.

"It's even more fun than the last one!" Harry chimed in, smearing a handful of mud on William's face.

William was not to be outdone and immediately retaliated.

The two little ones rolled around in the swamp, pushing each other and having a great time.

Henry stood to the side, watching them, and couldn't help but laugh.

If Draco saw this scene, he'd probably be terrified to death. Two brothers of a British prince, having a mud fight in a magical swamp.

After about ten minutes, the swamp began to shrink automatically. The mud seemed to be sucked back by something, slowly shrinking until it disappeared completely.

The floor was spotless, without a trace, and even the mud on William and Harry had vanished without a trace.

The two little ones sat on the ground, panting, with expressions of unfinished business on their faces.

"Is there anything else?" William asked.

"It's too late today," Henry said. "I have to see my grandmother tomorrow, so I need to get some rest, and so do you two."

"Alright then." Although William and Harry were a little reluctant, they listened to their brother.

As William was leaving, he turned back to remind Henry, "Don't forget tomorrow! Play in the garden again!"

Henry nodded.

"it is good."

The two little ones then left, completely satisfied.

The next morning, Henry went to Sandringham House.

Charles and Diana were originally going to go, but had to postpone it due to unforeseen business.

William and Harry wanted to come along, but Diana said they would only cause trouble, so she left them at Kensington Palace.

Henry traveled alone by car, which drove through the streets of London toward Norfolk.

More than an hour later, Sandringham House came into view.

The Victorian-style red brick building sits in the center of the expansive estate, surrounded by neatly manicured lawns and groves of trees. Summer sunlight streams through the red walls, giving the entire building a warm and inviting feel.

As soon as Henry got out of the car, he saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance.

It was Paul, wearing his signature dark uniform and white gloves, his back ramrod straight.

He saw Henry and bowed slightly.

"Your Highness Henry, welcome back."

"Mr. Whitebrook," Henry nodded, "Is Grandma home?"

"Her Majesty the Queen is waiting for you in the Garden Room," Paul said.

Henry followed Paul through the corridor to the garden hall.

The door opened, and a familiar scent wafted out.

There were several pots of fresh flowers on the windowsill, which Diana brought when she last visited.

Elizabeth sat in an armchair, a thin tartan blanket covering her lap, and a book in her hand.

She wore a light blue cardigan, paired with a pearl necklace and earrings, looking as dignified and composed as ever.

When she saw Henry come in, she put down her book and smiled.

"Henry, my dear little biscuit."

Henry walked over, stopped in front of her, and bowed slightly.

"grandmother."

Elizabeth looked him up and down, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

"He's grown taller and matured a lot."

"You said the same thing last time," Henry said with a smile.

"Really?" Elizabeth smiled. "Then you really have grown taller."

She pointed to the sofa next to her.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea with Grandma."

The tea was Henry's favorite Ceylon tea, with a touch of milk added, and the temperature was just right. The snacks were kitchen specials, including mini sandwiches, scones, and several small desserts.

Elizabeth held her teacup and sipped it slowly.

"How's school?" she asked.

"It's good," Henry said. "A lot has happened this semester."

Tell me about it.

Henry thought for a moment and began his story from the second half of the year, mentioning the unicorns, the protected area, the bonus points for final exams, and Dumbledore's words. He didn't talk about Voldemort—those things were too complicated to discuss here.

Elizabeth listened quietly, occasionally asking a question or two, but mostly just listening.

After Henry finished speaking, she put down her teacup and looked at him.

"You did a great job."

"Thank you, Grandma." Henry said obediently.

"I heard about Fudge; he wrote me a letter," Elizabeth said. "It was a long letter, thanking the Royal Family for their support, thanking you for your involvement, and thanking us for our willingness to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic. He also said he hopes to continue our cooperation in the future."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "He also tested the waters a bit."

"Testing what?" Henry asked.

"He's testing your stance," Elizabeth said. "He said you have a good relationship with Dumbledore, but you're also willing to cooperate with him, and he can't figure out which side you're on."

Henry laughed: "What did he say?"

Elizabeth laughed heartily and said, "He said that Prince Wells is a very outstanding young man, and I admire him very much. It's just—well, he seems to be getting quite close to Professor Dumbledore? Of course, I'm not saying that's a bad thing, it's just—you know what I mean."

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Henry couldn't help but laugh out loud; that was definitely Fudge's style.

"What was your reply?"

Elizabeth looked at him and said softly, "I said, Minister Fudge, Henry is my grandson. What he does, how he does it, and who he befriends are all his own business, and I trust his judgment."

Henry was clearly surprised by his grandmother's response.

"That's all you're saying?"

"That's what I'm saying." Elizabeth picked up her teacup. "He needs to know that the royal family is not something he can speculate about at will. We have our own stance and our own judgment."

"Thank you, Grandma." Henry breathed a sigh of relief.

Elizabeth looked at him: "Henry, you did very well. Even better than I expected. But remember one thing."

"What is it?"

"No matter who you befriend, no matter which side you take, you are first and foremost the heir to the throne. Every choice you make is not just your own business. They affect many people and many things."

Henry looked at her and listened attentively.

"So," Elizabeth continued, "you have to learn to balance. Make friends, but keep your distance. Cooperate, but remain independent. Be trusted, but don't let others depend on you."

She smiled.

"It's difficult, but you have to learn it."

Henry paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand, Grandma."