Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Do you like our home?

Henry didn't know whether to laugh or be speechless. You redheaded Celts are starting to like our family. Isn't this a bit like hell?

As is well known, the Weasleys' red hair clearly represents their cultural identity: native British people—Celtics—who were not influenced by Roman culture.

Ireland and Scotland are geographical concepts, but in reality, they are both of Celtic ethnicity.

As for the Celtics...

Although they were brave, they lacked strong social organization and thus failed to form a powerful fighting force.

These Celts were initially subjugated by Caesar and the Roman army, and then by the Anglo-Saxons who came to the island of Britain. "England" itself means "land of the Angles." The Angles and Saxons were originally branches of the Germanic peoples, who were seen as a group of tribal barbarians by the Romans. Although Rome had disintegrated, Roman culture, encompassing Latin and Christian elements, had spread throughout Europe.

When the Norman Conquest of 1066 came, William the Conqueror killed King Harold of England at the Battle of Hastings in order to succeed his cousin, Edward the Confessor, to the throne.

It was the Battle of Hastings that gave the Celts their opportunity. They followed William I into England and took revenge on the Anglo-Saxon England that had once oppressed them.

The Malfoy family's ancestor, Armand Malfoy, came to England with William the Conqueror and was rewarded for his military achievements.

Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, was originally named Prwitt. The Prwitt family, like the Malfoy family, were French nobles during the Norman Conquest.

This is equivalent to French nobles forming an alliance with Scottish nobles through marriage in order to gain more support in the war to conquer England.

For the Malfoy family, they are descendants of conquerors, while the Weasley family are descendants of the defeated. It was only during the Norman Conquest that the Weasley family chose the right side, thus shedding the label of the defeated.

For the Weasley family, they were native Britons, while the Malfoy family and other French nobles were outsiders.

Therefore, Ron's disdain for the Malfoys was not only because they were Slytherins and Death Eaters who followed Voldemort, but also because it implied a sense of "why did they come to Britain to beg for food?"

As for the claim that the Malfoy family is rich while the Weasley family is poor and stingy, which is why many people look down on the Weasley family, such people are actually quite funny.

In any country, being rich doesn't equate to being upper class. Admittedly, the Malfoy family was very wealthy enough to buy their way out of trouble, but let me ask you, so what?

Before the start of the second year in the original story, Arthur Weasley, the father of the twins and Ron, was able to lead a search of Malfoy Manor, and legally at that.

What about Lucius? He could only secretly sell the dark magic items in his home to Borgin-Bock.

And what is Mr. Weasley's position? He is the Director of the Department for the Prevention of the Abuse of Muggles—meaning that whether an item is considered an "abuse of Muggles" is up to Mr. Weasley.

I said you abused it, and you abused it!

Regarding the content of plant extracts.

But the twin brothers... and of course, not just the two of them, most young wizards have a tendency to be ignorant of historical origins, so it's perfectly normal for them not to know about historical origins.

Perhaps it's fair to say that very few people at Hogwarts enjoy studying history or the history of magic.

By the time the third pot of black tea was added, the twins had completely taken over, turning the desk covered with a plain tablecloth into a makeshift product launch venue for Weasley's Magic Tricks Studio.

"First, you need to figure out the personality of the person you're giving the gift to." George held up a finger, his expression as serious as if he were explaining advanced spell theory that NEWTs were going to learn. "Some people are suited to functional pranks, while others are suited to pure mental pollution."

“Take Percy, for example,” Fred chimed in, his voice filled with deep affection for his older brother, “we gave him a screaming quill pen last year. Every time he gets to the third line of his homework, the pen screams in its own voice, ‘I can’t write anymore—’”

"He hunted us for three months," George added.

"But he used that pen until the ink ran out," Fred quickly added.

Then, the two proudly puffed out their chests.

Henry picked up his teacup and listened quietly as the steam rose.

"As for your grandmother, and great-grandmother..." George said, "that kind of overly intense prank wouldn't be appropriate. After all, you don't want to scare the elderly into anything, right?"

“You make a good point,” Henry nodded. “Of course, I also have two younger brothers, one nine years old and the other five.”

The twins' eyes lit up at the same time.

"Nine years old and six years old!" George slammed his hand on the table. "That's the perfect age to receive magical prank products!"

"Have they ever been in contact with the magical world?" Fred asked.

"not yet."

"Great!" Fred exclaimed excitedly, nearly knocking over the teapot. "Completely unprepared! A completely natural experiment—"

George stomped on his foot hard.

"But as for your two brothers, I recommend you love them the way we love Ron," Fred said, clearing his throat and pulling a cookie from his pocket. "Want to try some?"

Henry picked up the cookie, brought it to his mouth, and was about to take a bite, watching the twins' expectant gazes—

Then he put it back.

"It must be some kind of prank prop, I guess?" Henry asked with a smile.

"As expected of the cunning Slytherin," George said, giving a thumbs up.

Henry wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that George's expression conveyed a sense of approval, like "He's silly enough to be my online friend."

"Canary cookies," Fred clapped his hands, "our newly developed prank product that will turn you into a canary... Of course, that's the theory, but it's not perfect yet. Eating them will only make feathers grow on your arms, but they'll fall off naturally after a minute."

"Have you eaten?" Henry asked casually.

"Oh, Your Highness," George laughed, "you're so naive."

"Oh, Ron tried it." Henry immediately grasped the key point.

Indeed, these are true brothers.

"So we suggest you give the canary cookies to your brother," Fred said, pulling a bag of canary cookies from the table and pushing it towards Henry. "Do you have any other gift suggestions?"

"Yes, like my grandmother," Henry said. "She was sixty-five, loved corgis, loved walks in the garden, and loved afternoon tea. She disliked extravagance and ostentation."