Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Meanwhile, praise for Henry's sportsmanship today was also being expressed in the other houses of Hogwarts.

Although morality and the British royal family have little to do with each other, it is clear that the British are simply too close to the forest for the trees.

In the Ravenclaw common room, several second-year students sat around a star chart table, on which sat several steaming cups of apple cinnamon tea in addition to star charts.

"I have to admit, I really didn't expect Slytherins to be so sportsmanlike," said a bespectacled boy. "I always thought Slytherins were people who would do anything to win."

"You saw it today," said a girl next to her. She then looked at Zhang Qiu, "Qiu, I heard you attended his afternoon tea party? What kind of person do you think he is?"

What kind of person?

After thinking about it, Zhang Qiu realized that after these few conversations with Henry, he had left a rough impression on her.

"At least it's different from traditional Slytherins," Cho Chang said. "Muggle nobles often talk about chivalry and gentlemanly conduct; perhaps this prince is a true gentleman."

Fortunately, in this era, the word "gentleman" hasn't been ruined by everyday life.

The Hufflepuff common room, on the other hand, exudes a more down-to-earth and direct emotion. In the warm basement room, Hannah is chatting with a few friends about Henry.

"I knew he was a good man!" Susan said, biting into a piece of honey cake, her words muffled but firm. "I felt it the first time I saw him on the train! He was so approachable, remember, Hannah?"

"And he saved Neville," Justin said, fiddling with his quill, a proud gleam on his face. "Even though it was a flight lesson, it was the same thing. He seemed particularly concerned about not letting anyone actually get hurt, regardless of whether they were from his own college or not."

A handsome, sunny older boy passed by, overheard their discussion, and gently interjected, "This behavior truly embodies the qualities Hufflepuff cherishes: loyalty, integrity, and care for life. Even though he's in Slytherin, integrity can sometimes transcend the walls of the house. Professor Dumbledore often said that it is not our abilities that reveal our true selves, but our choices, and Mr. Wells made a respectable choice today."

These words made the first-year Hufflepuffs nod in agreement, deepening their sense of identification with Henry.

The atmosphere in the Gryffindor tower was a bit complicated. Although they had lost to Slytherin this time, they didn't remain silent in the common room like they had before.

Ron slumped in the armchair closest to the fire, staring at the flickering flames with a furrowed brow.

"He still won," he finally muttered, but his tone was more of a struggle.

Hermione sat next to him with a book on her lap, but she had no interest in reading.

"But he saved Harry and Ron first," she said seriously. "In that situation, he could have easily ignored it or just made a token call to the professor. But he went straight for them and used a beautiful combination of spells, that's a fact."

"I know it's true!" Ron scratched his hair in frustration. "That's why I feel... ugh, like eating a chicken leg with blue cheese in it! There are such noble people in Slytherin!"

Neville huddled on the mat beside him and whispered, "If... if he hadn't grabbed me during flying class, I might have been seriously injured. So high up there... He's a really good person, I think—even if he's Slytherin."

"He saved me. I was actually a little scared when he was swinging the broom around like that," Harry admitted frankly. "And he won by his own skill when he caught the Snitch. Professor McGonagall was right, the competition should be fair."

The twins George and Fred appeared out of nowhere and patted Harry on the shoulder, one on each side.

"Admit it, Harry," George winked, "their new Seeker is someone you can't really hate, which is kind of refreshing."

"Especially since he made those Slytherin guys have to toast to sportsmanship," Fred mimicked Flint's gruff tone, "'Deserves recognition'! Merlin's stinky socks, I bet Flint was grinding his teeth to dust when he said that! For that reason alone, I think that Wells guy is kind of interesting."

……

The next morning, Henry received a note from Lucy at breakfast, written in the classic circle-within-a-circle handwriting.

"Henry, if you're free after class this morning, you're welcome to come to my office. The password is 'Ice Mouse'."

The signature is Albus Dumbledore.

After the herbalism class, Henry arrived at the principal's office door as promised.

After he gave the command, the dripping stone beast leaped away, and the spiral staircase led him to the principal's office, which was filled with the humming of wondrous silverware.

Dumbledore was standing in front of a portrait, seemingly conversing with something. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, his eyes behind his half-moon spectacles gleaming with pleasure.

"Ah, Henry, welcome. Would you like a lemon sorbet? Or try some of the new sizzling honey candies?" He gestured to the numerous candy jars on the table.

"Thank you, Headmaster." Henry politely declined and sat down in the chair that Dumbledore gestured for.

You shouldn't eat too much sugar.

Dumbledore walked over and sat down opposite him, his fingertips touching, and looked at Henry with gentle eyes.

"First of all, please allow me to once again congratulate you on your outstanding performance in the Quidditch match yesterday. A wonderful match, and an even more wonderful ending."

"Thank you, Headmaster." Henry smiled and nodded. "This wouldn't have been possible without Slytherin's excellent team."

"Teamwork is certainly important," Dumbledore nodded, "but individual choices often define the course of events at crucial moments. I'm referring to your timely assistance to Harry Potter."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Henry, in the heat of competition, under the watchful eyes of everyone, at a crucial moment that could determine the outcome of the academy's victory, choosing to risk everything to help a rival in danger—that takes extraordinary courage and a clear head. What's even more remarkable is how naturally you did it, as if it were the only thing you should do."

"Many people, when they have a distinguished background and outstanding abilities, tend to limit their focus to their own gains and losses and glory. But you, at that moment, saw a classmate who needed help and reached out your hand without hesitation. This reminds me of one of the original intentions of Hogwarts: to protect young wizards regardless of their background and allow them to learn and grow safely."

"Although I wasn't there yesterday, Minerva has already told me what happened. She gave Slytherin twenty points, but I think this is not only a reward for saving your classmate, but also because..."

He leaned forward slightly, which made him appear very sincere.

You have a heart of gold.