Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Dinner was arranged in the small dining room next to the blue living room. The long table was covered with a clean white tablecloth, and the candles in the silver candlesticks were lit, their flames dancing in tiny spots on the polished silver surface.

A simple dinner was laid out on the table: roast chicken, roast potatoes, seasonal vegetables, and a large bowl of steaming vegetable soup.

William and Harry were already seated in their places, trying to put on a good boy's expression, but their eyes kept glancing at the suitcase next to Henry.

Clearly, they weren't too interested in what to eat right now; they just wanted to try the gifts Henry had brought back from the wizarding world.

Charles emerged from his study, carrying a report that he had clearly put down hastily.

When he saw Henry, he paused, then cleared his throat, adopting the demeanor of a traditional patriarch.

"I'm back."

Although his voice was calm, it was clear he was about to break down.

"You're back, Father."

It's a tradition in the royal family to have a close bond with their grandchildren. Elizabeth and her husband didn't seem to dote on Charles, but the Queen Mother was very fond of her grandson.

Of course, the Queen Mother was a hardened patron, and Camilla was one of those she single-handedly suppressed.

If it weren't for Henry's relentless efforts, Diana would probably be asking herself the ultimate question right now—what's so great about Camilla that you've been infatuated with for so many years?

On the other hand, Charles actually loved Henry very much, but fathers are generally not very good at expressing their feelings.

"Have a seat," Charles said, taking his place in the head seat. His gaze fell on Lucy—the little girl standing behind Henry, looking somewhat flustered. He raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't ask any further questions.

"Lucy," Henry turned to the side, "this is my assistant; she will be dining with us."

Lucy suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open.

"Your Highness!" she practically shouted, her voice cracking, "Lucy can't eat with Master! Lucy is a house-elf, Lucy should be in the kitchen—"

"Lucy," Henry's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, "how did you take care of my daily needs at Hogwarts?"

Lucy paused for a moment: "...Your Highness's meals, tea, and clothing..."

"That's work," Henry said. "Now, you're a guest in this house and deserve to be treated with courtesy."

Lucy opened her mouth, and something flickered in her big eyes.

Diana gently got up, walked to Lucy's side, and led her to sit down on the chair next to her.

"Come," she said gently, "sit here. Do you know how to use a knife and fork?"

Lucy nodded, her voice trembling.

She carefully climbed onto the chair—too high for her, her legs dangling in mid-air. Then she sat upright, hands on her knees, back ramrod straight like a royal guard being inspected.

William and Harry stared at her curiously.

"Lucy," William asked, "do you really have magic?"

Lucy nodded.

"Even better than Henry?"

Lucy thought for a moment, then shook her head seriously: "His Highness is very capable. He learns things very quickly, earning extra points in Charms and Transfiguration. Professor Snape also likes His Highness very much—"

"Professor Snape?" Harry frowned. "That name sounds intimidating."

"He is indeed fierce," Henry said, picking up a napkin and spreading it on his lap, "but he is relatively lenient towards Slytherin."

Charles coughed. "Let's eat. The food's getting cold."

During the meal, William and Harry didn't stop talking, taking turns bombarding Hogwarts with questions—How big is the castle? Are ghosts scary? Are there really talking hats? How do you play Quidditch? What does the Golden Snitch look like?

Henry answered each question, occasionally adding some details.

When he talked about Quidditch, William and Harry almost jumped up from their chairs, waving their knives and forks and mimicking the Chaser and Seeker, but Diana sternly pressed them back down.

"You'll all go to Hogwarts someday," she said. "You'll find out then."

"Really?" William's eyes lit up. "We can learn magic too?"

Diana thought for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"If you receive the letter."

Harry turned to Lucy, his little face full of seriousness: "Lucy, will you teach us magic?"

Lucy paused for a moment and looked at Henry.

"William, Harry," Henry said, "people under eleven aren't allowed to learn magic, so you two shouldn't make things difficult for Lucy."

As the eldest brother, Henry truly wielded authority, and William and Harry immediately lowered their heads, but their expressions clearly showed that they were not entirely resigned.

Charles didn't say much, but he listened attentively.

He would occasionally ask a question or two—about the curriculum, about the professors, about some of the ideas in the wizarding world.

The questions were brief, and Henry answered them one by one. Charles listened quietly, nodding in approval from time to time.

After dinner, William and Harry dragged Henry to the living room to unwrap the gifts—gifts brought back from the wizarding world.

Diana sat by the fireplace with a teacup in her hand, watching her three sons rolling around on the carpet, a smile never fading from her lips.

Charles stood by the window, watching the snow still falling outside, and suddenly spoke.

"Henry".

Henry looked up.

"You did a good job," Charles said without turning around. "All that you mentioned in the letter—catching the thief and rescuing that Potter boy."

Henry was delighted.

"Thank you, Father..."

Then he heard a gasp from beside him—William and Harry had somehow opened the bag of canary cookies and even eaten them, and now feathers were growing on their arms.

But neither of them panicked; instead, they pointed at each other's comical appearance and burst into laughter.

"Canary cookies," Henry explained to his parents, suppressing a laugh. "A clever idea from the Weasley twins. Eating them will temporarily grow canary feathers on your arms, which will fall off after a minute."

Charles, who had been maintaining a dignified fatherly demeanor, instantly showed interest. He turned to Henry and asked with a smile, "Do you have any more—I mean, these cookies?"

"Yes, Father," Henry nodded.

"Save me a few," Charles said with a smile. "Your Aunt Anne will like them."

Oh……

Henry remembered that his adoptive father and sister—his Aunt Anne—had a particularly good relationship.

How can I resist teasing my sister when faced with such a prank?

Late at night.

William and Harry were finally taken to bed, and before leaving, they reminded Henry to prepare extra biscuits for them the next day.

Diana kissed Henry on the forehead, said goodnight, and then led the two little ones upstairs, who kept turning back to look at her.