Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 141 identifies the problem as insufficient practice problems.

Charles returned from London that evening.

Familiar footsteps echoed in the corridors of Kensington Palace. Henry, who was in the living room flipping through a planning manual about a magical animal sanctuary, looked up when he heard the sound.

Charles walked in, loosened his tie, sat down on the sofa, leaned back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

His face showed obvious fatigue; it was clear he had been quite tired today.

Diana emerged from the next room, carrying a freshly brewed cup of tea. She gently placed the cup on the coffee table in front of Charles and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

"You must be exhausted?"

Charles opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"It's alright, it's just that the meeting was a bit long."

He picked up the teacup, held it in his hands, and then looked up at Henry sitting opposite him.

"How's the protected area?" he asked.

Henry closed the handbook in his hand and placed it on his lap.

"That's great, we have a few more new areas. The Thestral viewing area just opened last month, but you can't see a Thestral unless you witness its death firsthand. So that area is basically reserved for a special group of wizards."

At this point, he added, "The visitor center also opened, selling souvenirs and making quite a bit of money."

Charles raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his expression.

He took a sip of tea and leaned forward slightly.

"Souvenirs? What souvenirs?"

"Noberta's plush toys," Henry counted on his fingers, "a dragon model, a unicorn teacup, a Thestral quill pen—though Thestrals don't actually have feathers, wizards like that gimmick. There's also a Bowtruckle keychain, a Niffler piggy bank, all sorts of little trinkets."

"Noberta is that dragon, right?" Charles asked.

"Yes, it's Hagrid's Norwegian Ridgeback, which was sent to a sanctuary. Now it's the star of the sanctuary, and its plush toys sell the best," Henry said with a smile. "The shop assistant said that a wizarding child bought five at once, saying he wanted to give one to each member of his family."

Charles nodded and took another sip of tea.

Diana chimed in from the side, "He also received a letter from the Ministry of Magic today."

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Charles was somewhat surprised.

"Ministry of Magic? What letter?"

Henry recounted the events, from the official notice delivered by the imposing owl in the morning to Fudge's overly enthusiastic handwritten letter in the afternoon.

Charles listened and pondered for a while.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip, his gaze falling on the coffee table in front of him, as if he were thinking about something.

"Fudge is not bad enough," he said, choosing his words carefully. "He's not ruthless, nor is he ambitious enough to rule the world, but he's not smart either."

"You're right." Henry nodded with a smile, feeling that his father's assessment was absolutely accurate.

Henry felt that Fudge should actually be described as stupid rather than bad.

A person who is outwardly fierce but inwardly cowardly, who is good at scheming but indecisive, who hesitates to risk his life for important matters but is willing to risk his life for small gains, is no hero!

As they were talking, a series of hurried and cheerful footsteps came from the stairs, like a small tornado blowing down from upstairs.

Harry ran downstairs, wearing dinosaur-patterned pajamas, his hair disheveled, and his face flushed with excitement.

He was holding a toy, a fluffy little dragon with big eyes, looking both silly and cute.

That was the Norberta plush toy that Henry brought back from the reserve.

"Henry, look, it's moving!"

Harry ran up to Henry, held the toy up to his face, and was so excited he almost shoved it in Henry's face.

Then he pressed the toy's belly and the plush toy actually moved.

It flapped its wings, like a baby bird stretching after waking up; its head tilted to the left, then to the right, as if it were surveying the world.

Then it opened its mouth and let out a small hiss.

"Awoo!"

The voice was soft and gentle, like a newborn dragon calling for its mother.

Harry jumped up and down excitedly, the hem of his dinosaur pajamas flapping with his movements.

"It's a magic toy!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining like stars. "I pressed it, and it started moving!"

"Henry, is it alive? Does it eat? Will it grow?"

"He probably won't eat anything, my dear Harry." Henry rubbed his silly brother's head.

"This is the first dragon I've ever raised!" Harry announced. "Its name is Norbert! That's the name I gave it!"

William slowly walked down the stairs, sat down on the sofa with a thud, and rolled his eyes.

"He's been going crazy all afternoon," he said, with a hint of disdain in his voice. "He's been running around with that toy, talking to it, making it flap its wings, making it squeal. I've heard Noberta eight hundred times already."

Harry ignored him and continued running around the living room with his toy dragon.

Kids always have so many things they want to vent about.

The assessment is that he hasn't done enough practice problems; we must arrange more for him in the future.

He ran to the window and held up his toy towards the moon outside.

"Nobert, look, the moon!" he said earnestly, then turned the toy around to face him. "Do you think there are dragons on the moon?"

The toy dragon, of course, didn't answer; it just flapped its wings again.

Harry was even more excited.

"It says it's possible!"

William rolled his eyes again with extreme disgust.

Henry smiled and watched his brother's retreating figure.

The little figure jumped and ran around the living room, clutching the magic toy in its arms and muttering incantations.

Charles and Diana watched, their faces bearing the same smiles.

The next morning, Henry was eating breakfast, his fork just picking up a fried egg, about to put it in his mouth.

A flapping sound came from outside the window.

An owl flew in.

It was a grayish-brown owl. It was rather small, and its feathers were somewhat disheveled. It looked like it had flown a long way, and a few feathers were noticeably sticking up, as if they had been ruffled by the wind.

Instead of landing steadily like a normal owl, it plunged headfirst into the water in front of Henry—oh no, Henry reacted quickly enough to prevent the owl from freeloading.

The owl suddenly raised its head again, shook it vigorously, as if this made it a little dizzy, and then tilted its head to look around at its surroundings.

William and Harry looked up at the same time, and Harry's eyes immediately lit up, forgetting to put down his fork.

"Owl!" he shouted. "Henry, the owl is coming!"

William didn't shout out, but his eyes widened as he stared curiously at the little gray-brown creature.

Henry didn't need to look to know that it was definitely the Weasleys' owl.