Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 151 Listening to Life Experiences

The atmosphere at the dinner table remained pleasant.

Harry was telling the story of Norbert he had made up that day, speaking with great enthusiasm and gesturing wildly.

He stood on the chair, gesturing wildly as he described how Norbert defeated a "spider bigger than a house," but after being glared at by Diana, he obediently sat down and continued recounting his exaggerated feat.

"That spider has eight eyes! And each eye is this big!" He gestured with his arms outstretched, almost sweeping the napkin next to him onto the floor.

William rolled his eyes and interjected, "Spiders don't have eight eyes, they only have eight legs."

"Yes!" Harry protested. "Nobelta said so!"

"Noberta can't talk," William retorted.

"She can! You just won't understand!" Harry stuck out his tongue slightly.

William opened his mouth to refute, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute the question of whether a dragon doll that couldn't speak could talk.

Charles, reading his newspaper nearby, asked without looking up, "And then? Did Norbert win?"

"She won!" Harry immediately chimed in. "She breathed fire on it and burned it to ashes!"

"And the spider?" Charles asked.

"It's burned to ashes too!" Harry said.

"Two piles of ash?" William pressed.

"Yes!" Harry declared confidently. "A bunch are from Norbert, and a bunch are from spiders."

William wanted to refute it again, but found that the logic was too flawed and he didn't know where to begin.

Diana smiled and handed Harry a tissue so he could wipe the gravy from the corner of his mouth.

Harry's face was covered in grime from eating, but he was oblivious and continued telling his story with great enthusiasm.

Harry ate the roast chicken on his plate, listening to Harry's many flawed adventure stories, and couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle to himself.

The roast chicken was delicious, with a crispy skin and tender meat, even better than the turkey the Dursleys ate for holidays. Of course, the Dursleys never got to eat the turkey; he was lucky to get a few scraps.

As he chewed on his chicken, he looked at the family and suddenly thought: If Ron were here, that would be great.

Ron will definitely love it here. There's so much good food, so much fun, and so much... "What are you thinking about?" Henry's voice came from the side.

Harry snapped out of his daze and found his fork stuck in mid-air, with the roast chicken still dangling on it.

"Nothing...nothing at all."

Henry glanced at him, said nothing, and continued eating.

But Harry knew he must have figured it out.

That's just how people are; they can see everything, but they say nothing.

The following afternoon, Kensington Palace received an unexpected visitor.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly drove through the gate and stopped in front of the main building.

The car door opened, and an elderly man got out of the car.

He looked very energetic, and he was using a cane, but the cane seemed more like a decoration because he still walked with a brisk pace.

It was Prince Philip.

"Grandpa?" Henry came out of the house, somewhat surprised. "What brings you here?"

Philip glanced at him.

"What? You're not welcome?"

"Of course you're welcome." Henry smiled and stepped aside to make way. "I just didn't expect you to come so suddenly."

"Your grandmother sent me to see you." Philip walked into the hall, casually handing his cane to the butler who came to greet him, and looked around. "She said you've made quite a name for yourself in the wizarding world, and even built some kind of protected area. She couldn't come herself, so she sent me to check on you."

"The reserve is great," Henry said with a smile. "Charlie Weasley is in charge, and Mr. Newt Scamander often goes to provide guidance."

"Newt Scamander?" Philip's interest was piqued. "The one who wrote the book?"

"Yes," Henry nodded. "The book 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' that your father bought you last year was written by him."

"That old man is still alive?" Philip asked, somewhat surprised.

Henry was both amused and exasperated: "He's alive and well, and he even went to Norway to see a new species a few days ago."

Philip nodded and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

A waiter brought him tea and snacks, but he waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need them.

He looked around, his gaze falling on the pile of blocks in the corner before looking away.

"Can I go and see that protected area?"

"You want to go?" Henry asked, somewhat surprised.

"What? No way?" Philip asked with a half-smile.

"It's not that it's impossible," Henry said carefully, sitting down on the sofa next to him, "it's just that it's within the boundaries of the magical world, and ordinary people generally can't go in."

Philip snorted.

Am I an ordinary person?

Henry thought for a moment.

Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, Queen's husband, former Royal Navy officer, World War II veteran, had seen the world and interacted with all sorts of people. He had dined with kings and presidents, shaken hands with generals and marshals, and survived on the battlefield. He had been to more places and met more people than most wizards had in their entire lives.

An ordinary person? That term really has nothing to do with him.

"Then—shall I ask Mr. Scamander?" Henry asked tentatively.

"Why ask?" Philip waved his hand, as if giving an order. "Just tell them I want to go, and whether they'll let me or not."

"I'll definitely give in," Henry said sincerely. His experience dealing with the elderly over two lifetimes told him that it was best not to go against them.

Otherwise, his cane might appear on your butt the next second.

"Then it's settled." Philip picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down again. "What about your classmate? The one named Harry?"

"Upstairs, playing with William and Harry," Henry said.

Philip nodded and said nothing more.

Henry looked at him and asked, "Grandpa, you seem quite interested in the magical world?"

Philip put down his teacup and leaned back on the sofa.

"I've seen a lot of things when I was young," he said. "War, peace, national events, I've seen it all. You might think I'd be surprised by anything new, but actually, at my age, very little can surprise me anymore."

Oh, you're a seasoned veteran, you've seen it all, haven't you?

Henry, who had won the old man's favor, immediately adopted a respectful attitude, eager to hear his life experience.

Philip chuckled and said, "But magic, this is truly a first for me. Your grandma told me you saved a unicorn. What does a unicorn look like?"

Henry briefly recounted the story of the unicorn, omitting Voldemort's part, as he didn't want his grandfather to worry.

With that fiery temper of his, the old man might just drive a tank and explode like a Voldemort.

After listening, Philip said with great interest, "So you're saying unicorns are prettier than horses?"