Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 158 Your head is worthless

Harry looked at Henry with pleading eyes, and the latter reluctantly put down his fork.

"Grandpa, that's a limited edition, there's only one."

Philip pursed his lips. It wasn't that he wanted to take the toy from his grandson, but rather that he wanted to buy one for himself.

"What a pity."

He returned the toy to Harry and then took a sip of his coffee.

Harry hugged his toy, looking quite pleased with himself.

George and Fred finally came downstairs as breakfast was almost over.

The two walked into the restaurant in high spirits, with bright smiles on their faces, showing no signs that they had only slept for a few hours the night before.

"Good morning!" George shouted. "Good morning, everyone!"

"Good morning, good morning!" Fred shouted back.

They sat down in the empty seats and immediately began piling food onto their plates.

"Did you sleep well?" Diana asked.

"It's wonderful!" George said, his mouth full of sausage. "The bed here is much softer than ours at home!"

Fred added, "The pillows were so comfortable, and the blankets were so light, it felt like sleeping on a cloud!"

"I'm glad you like it," Diana said with a smile.

Harry, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, "Are you guys flying today?"

George looked at him and nodded vigorously.

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

Harry cheered, nearly spilling the milk.

Prince Philip put down his coffee cup and looked at George and Fred.

"How long can you fly today?"

"Your Highness may fly as long as you wish!" George said. "We have enough fuel, enough energy, and enough vehicles!"

Philip nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay! Let's set off after we finish eating! We're heading to the nature reserve anyway."

95

After finishing their meal, everyone began preparing to depart.

Ron pulled Harry aside, and the Earth God asked, "Did you tell Henry?"

"We'll talk in the car later," Harry said.

"That's good." Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at Prince Philip, who was discussing flight plans with George and Fred, then at Diana, who was helping Harry put on his coat, and finally at Henry.

Henry was standing in the doorway, talking to Charles.

"Henry is a really nice guy," Ron suddenly said.

Harry glanced at him.

"Didn't you already know that?"

"I knew it," Ron said, "but it really resonated with me today."

Why?

"Because he's willing to help you, willing to listen to you, and willing to spend his time," Ron said after thinking for a moment. "And he doesn't put on airs or think he's superior just because he's a prince."

"Yes, that's exactly him," Harry agreed.

A group of people walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the door, where two cars were parked.

One of them was a black sedan with sleek lines, understated yet luxurious, which was its everyday car.

The other one was the flying Ford Anglia, which sat quietly on the lawn, its body still covered with last night's dew.

It sparkles in the sunlight and looks particularly eye-catching.

Of course, someone has already washed the car.

George and Fred immediately walked toward the car.

"We'll ride in this one!" George shouted to Harry, pointing at the Ford.

Harry cheered and started to climb.

"No," a voice suddenly said.

George turned around and saw Henry.

"Why?" he asked.

Henry walked over and stopped beside the car.

Are you sure it can still fly?

George patted the hood, making a cracking sound.

"Of course! We flew for so long last night and nothing happened, so we'll definitely be fine today too!"

"You flew for so long last night," Henry said, "Did you check it this morning?"

"An inspection?" George was taken aback.

"Yes. Check it," Henry said. "Tires, engines, flight systems, stealth systems, and any parts that might have come loose yesterday."

George opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Fred whispered beside him, "It seems we—didn't check."

The two men looked at each other, then simultaneously squatted down and began inspecting the car.

Philip walked over and stood beside the car, watching George and Fred busy themselves.

"Do you need any help?"

George looked up, his face full of surprise.

"Your Highness, do you know how to fix cars?"

"A little," Philip said, squatting down to inspect the chassis. "When I was a young soldier, I fixed a few cars myself. Back then, there weren't so many rules; if a car broke down, you had to fix it yourself, or you'd have to walk. Not only can I fix it, but Henry's grandmother can too."

Indeed, there are even photos of the old lady lying under the car repairing it.

"Your grandfather is amazing," Ron said to Henry from the side.

"He's always been like that," Henry said with a smile.

George and Fred inspected the equipment carefully. George checked the tires and engine, Fred checked the flight system and stealth system, and Philip checked the chassis and suspension.

The three people squatted on the ground, their heads huddled together, occasionally exchanging a few words.

"This screw is a little loose," Philip said, pointing to a spot on the chassis.

George leaned over to take a look.

"It really is! I didn't notice it when we were flying yesterday."

"That's normal," Philip said. "It's bound to loosen up after being jolted for so long. We must check it before the next flight."

George nodded and began tightening the screws.

Fred was inspecting the flight system, muttering to himself as he did so.

"The flight core is fine, and the energy is sufficient. The stealth system remains the same; the front half is stealthy, but the rear half is not."

Philip leaned closer to take a look at the magic core that was flashing blue light.

"What is this?"

"A magic core," Fred said. "My dad modified an old cauldron, added dragon heartstring powder and some other ingredients. To be honest, we don't really know exactly how it works, but it makes cars fly."

Philip examined the blue-glowing thing closely and marveled at it.

"Interesting—can this thing be installed on other cars?"

George and Fred exchanged a glance, a glint in their eyes simultaneously.

"Your Highness intends to—"

"My Rolls-Royce," Philippe said, "would be truly impressive if it could fly too."

George gasped.

Fred nearly lost his balance.

Ron whispered from the side, "Your Highness, are you serious? That's a Rolls-Royce—"

"I'm serious." Philip looked at him. "What? Is it not okay?"

"Okay!" George shouted, his voice almost trembling. "Of course! Absolutely!"

Fred quickly added, "Your Highness, rest assured, we'll have Dad modify it into an all-powerful Rolls-Royce that can fly, run, and even hide! A hundred times better than this Ford!"

Philip nodded in satisfaction.

"Then it's settled."

After a twenty-minute inspection, George announced, "No problem! It can fly!"

Henry glanced at him.

"Sure?"

"I'm sure!" George patted his chest. "I swear on my life!"

"Your head isn't worth much," Ron whispered from the side.