Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 157 The House-Elf's Social Circle

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

“Henry,” Ron said, “if I remember correctly, His Highness also has a house-elf, right? I think her name is something like—yes, Lucy! She arranged the tea party, and her desserts were even better than those at Hogwarts.”

Harry blinked, still not understanding what it meant.

"You mean Lucy? What does this have to do with her? She's not Dobby."

"This is a big deal!" Ron said. "You should know that house-elves have their own information channels. They exchange information with each other and know how everyone's owners are doing and how their elves are doing. If Dobby really is someone's, Lucy might be able to find out."

Harry rubbed his forehead, a look of sudden realization crossing his face.

"I'd completely forgotten about it," he said regretfully. "I was so excited about being rescued from the Dursleys' house that I only suddenly remembered it just now."

"Then why don't you talk to him about it tomorrow?" Ron suggested.

Harry nodded.

"Yes, I'll definitely tell you tomorrow."

The sound of George and Fred laughing came from next door again, this time mixed with the sound of something hitting the ground, like someone throwing a pillow on the floor.

"They're probably working on some new trick again," Ron sighed listlessly.

"Don't you have to fly tomorrow? Go to sleep early," Harry said with a smile.

"Can you please not bring this up?" Ron rolled his eyes.

Harry laughed even harder.

Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Goodnight.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Goodnight," Ron said.

The next morning, Ron was having a wonderful dream. He dreamt he was sitting in front of a huge plate of chicken noodle soup, able to eat as much as he wanted, with a constant supply of pumpkin juice. He just reached for the biggest chicken leg when he exclaimed, "Wake up!"

A voice boomed in his ears like thunder, and Ron opened his eyes abruptly, almost rolling off the bed.

George stood by the bed with a bright smile on his face, a smile that seemed particularly dazzling in the morning light.

"The sun's already high in the sky!" he shouted.

Ron blinked, glancing groggily at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

7:30.

He rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Sleep a little longer—"

Before he could finish speaking, the blanket was pulled off.

Fred stood on the other side of the bed, and he and George each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him off the bed.

"What are you doing!" Ron struggled, his voice heavy with sleep. "I've only slept for a few hours!"

"Sleep in the car for a bit," George said, pushing him toward the bathroom. "We're going to the reserve today; it'll take more than an hour."

"Then I'll go to sleep now!" Ron protested. "I'm sleepy! I'm growing!"

"No, I need to eat breakfast," Fred said, tossing his clothes at me. "Besides, weren't you going to talk to Henry?"

Ron paused for a moment, his hand, which had been taking the clothes, frozen in mid-air.

"What?"

"Harry said so," George said, leaning against the doorframe with a gossipy look on his face. "We ran into him in the hallway just now, and he said you need to see Henry today."

Ron then remembered what happened last night.

Yes, Dobby.

He sighed and began to slowly put on his clothes.

George and Fred exchanged a glance and simultaneously gave each other a knowing smile.

"What's wrong?" George asked. "Can you tell us?"

"No," Ron said curtly. "It's a private matter."

"Personal matters?" Fred's eyes lit up. "Could it be—"

"Shut up," Ron snapped, exasperated.

George and Fred laughed at the same time, their laughter carrying a deeper meaning.

Ron ignored them, got dressed, and headed outside.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and glanced back at them.

Are you two flying today?

"Of course!" said George. "His Highness said he wants to see our performance today!"

Ron sighed.

"Then I wish us good luck."

He turned and left, the laughter of George and Fred echoing behind him.

Everyone had arrived at the restaurant.

The long table was laden with a sumptuous meal, along with a large pot of steaming coffee and a large pot of orange juice.

Charles sat in the head seat with a copy of The Times open in front of him; Diana sat beside him, holding a cup of tea, with a gentle smile on her face.

Prince Philip sat opposite Charles, holding a cup of coffee, talking to Harry beside him. Harry was wearing a dinosaur-patterned T-shirt today, and a tuft of hair was sticking up, clearly indicating he had just woken up and run downstairs.

William sat next to Harry, trying to appear mature, but the excitement in his eyes was impossible to hide.

This morning, Charles announced that the whole family would be visiting the Magical Animals Sanctuary.

Actually, he didn't want to go, but his father kept insisting.

Henry sat in his seat, eating a fried egg. He ate slowly and gracefully, completely out of place with the hustle and bustle around him.

Harry was sitting next to Henry, also having breakfast. He saw Ron come in and nodded to him.

Ron went over and sat down next to him.

"Good morning," he said, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Good morning," Harry asked. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad." Ron picked up a slice of toast and started spreading butter on it. "I had a dream."

"What dream?" Harry asked curiously.

"I dreamt of lots of chicken legs," Ron mumbled, taking a bite of toast. "I was just about to eat them when George woke me up."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Then eat more now to make up for it."

Ron nodded and took another sausage.

Across from him, Harry was showing Prince Philip his new toy.

"Look, this is Norbert!" He held up the plush toy and pressed his belly.

The toy dragon flapped its wings and let out a small hiss.

Philip looked at the toy and asked in surprise, "This thing can move?"

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, "It's a magic toy! Henry brought it back from the sanctuary!"

Philip took the toy and examined it from all angles.

"Interesting," he said. "Can it breathe fire?"

"Yes!" Harry said, "You press here—"

—

He pointed to the toy's belly and pressed it twice.

The toy dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a small cluster of thin flames.

"Goodness!" the old man exclaimed sincerely.

He pressed it a few times, and the toy dragon breathed fire several times, the small flames standing out in the morning light.

"This is good," he said. "Any more?"

Harry clearly didn't understand what his grandfather meant.

"What?"

"Are there any more? I'd like to buy one too." Philip was clearly very interested in this novel gadget.