Chapter 180 Unable to Control It

Chapter 180 Unable to Control It

"Anything else?" Henry then asked.

"And also—Mr. Malfoy seems to be preparing something," Lucy continued. "Dobby said he's been going through a lot of old documents in his study and has asked people to find some old archives. He's not quite sure what it is, but Mr. Malfoy seems to be taking it very seriously; his hands were shaking as he flipped through the documents."

Henry's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew, of course, that Lucius was preparing materials for the succession to the title.

This person is very proactive.

I only heard the hint in the morning, and I started taking action in the afternoon.

Of course, the temptation is indeed too great, and most people cannot resist it.

"Understood," he said. "Have Dobby keep watching, but don't take any risks. Tell him to prioritize safety and not let Malfoy find out."

“Lucy will,” Lucy added. “Your Highness, Dobby said—he said he doesn’t know how to thank you. He said no one has ever done this for him before, no one has ever cared whether he’s doing well or not.”

"Tell him you're welcome. Just live well," Henry said, looking at her.

"Lucy will." Lucy nodded emphatically.

After saying that, she disappeared with a snap.

The room quieted down. Henry leaned back on the sofa, picked up his teacup, and looked out at the sky.

As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, the clouds on the horizon were dyed a brilliant orange-red. Two small figures remained in the garden: one had closed his sketchbook and was gazing up at the sky; the other had finally given up chasing butterflies and sat on the ground, panting.

Diana returned in the evening.

She visited several charities today. She looked a little tired, but in good spirits.

"Henry!" She saw him sitting on the sofa as soon as she entered the room. "How was your shopping today?"

"That's great." Henry stood up and went to greet him. "I've bought everything I need for the new semester."

Diana nodded and took his hand to sit on the sofa.

"Did you see your friends?"

"I saw them: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Weasleys."

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Diana's eyes lit up.

"The Weasleys? You mean the family with seven children?"

"right."

"How are things at their house?" Diana suddenly realized that asking that question wasn't quite right, so she changed her approach: "I mean, are the children all doing well?"

Henry knew his mother wasn't just asking about his financial situation.

"It's good," he said. "It's not rich, but it's warm. Mrs. Weasley is very kind, and Mr. Weasley is very easygoing. The children are all good too, each with their own distinct personality."

"That's good." Diana smiled. "Money isn't the most important thing; what's important is love at home."

That's what they said—

That doesn't seem to be entirely unreasonable.

Harry burst into the garden, covered in sweat, his little face flushed, but still clutching the butterfly toy tightly in his hand.

"Mommy! Mommy!" he cried, throwing himself into Diana's arms. "I chased butterflies all afternoon!"

Diana smiled and patted his head.

"Did you catch him?"

"No." Harry pouted, but quickly smiled again. "But it flew five times! Five times! I counted exactly!"

William walked in from behind, holding the picture book in his hand.

"He bumped into the door frame," he teased from the side.

"I didn't cry!" Harry declared immediately, peeking out from Diana's arms. "I just—I just rubbed it."

"Then after rubbing it, it was bumped again," William added.

Diana couldn't help but laugh.

"Harry, are you alright?"

"It's okay!" Harry patted his chest. "I'm hard!"

Everyone was amused by him.

Charles was unusually punctual for dinner tonight. When he entered the dining room, he was holding a book with strange patterns on it, but when he saw that his family was already seated at the table, he put the book aside and sat down next to Diana.

"How was your shopping today?" he asked Henry.

"Not bad," Henry said. "I've bought everything I need for the new school term."

"Harry went to their house, didn't he?" Charles asked again.

“Yes,” Henry said, “Mrs. Weasley had invited me too, but I have business to attend to tomorrow, so—”

He gave a regretful look: "Alas (sigh)."

"If he doesn't have anything else to do next summer, he can come over to visit," Charles said with a smile. "I quite like this kid."

Indeed, he and Harry got along exceptionally well.

If Harry were his son, he'd probably be described as "of noble character, a spitting image of me." As for why he's not like me? Oh, hehe.

It can only be said that both of them were bullied in the same way — yes, you heard right, the Prince of Wales was also bullied a lot when he was in school.

Harry, standing nearby with a fork in hand, shouted, "I love Harry too! He told me so much about Hogwarts! He said their school has moving staircases, talking portraits, and ghosts!"

"He said there's a ghost in the castle called 'Nick the Almost Headless,' whose head is only partially attached to his neck," William said.

Harry added, "He said the ghost really liked to chat, and once he pulled Harry aside in the hallway and talked for half an hour."

"Ghosts—" Charles murmured wistfully.

"Yes," Henry said. "Hogwarts has many ghosts, and each house has its own resident ghost."

After dinner, Henry returned to his room.

He walked to the desk and sat down. On the desk were parchment, a quill pen, and an ink bottle. On the windowsill, Mercury had just flown back and was preening his feathers with his beak.

Henry picked up his quill, dipped it in ink, and began to write a letter.

Dear Sir Arnold:

I met Mr. Lucius Malfoy in Diagon Alley today. We talked about a few things, and as you suggested, I hinted at the title to him. His reaction was much stronger than I expected—not just interest, but the kind of hope that came to his eyes.

From my observation, Lucius takes this matter extremely seriously. Upon returning home, he began searching through old files and documents, clearly preparing to organize the inheritance materials. As you said, the Malfoy family title has been vacant for many years; resolving this in his generation would be a tremendous achievement for him.

I need your help to check the specifics of the Malfoy family's titles—whether the original royal decrees are still in the Malfoy family's possession, whether there has been a gap in the lineage, what documents are required for the succession process, and whether formal recognition from the Muggle royal family is necessary. Ideally, I'd like to find a similar case for reference.

Additionally, Lucius mentioned today that the Malfoy, Greengrass, and Parkinson families all benefited from the reserve's orders. He said Draco told him this, saying it was something I arranged specifically. I didn't deny that the children from these families are all my friends, and it's only right that I lend a hand.

This has worked even better than I expected. Lucius made it clear that the Malfoy family was willing to contribute to the conservation effort—he said "support," not "business." This shows that our strategy is beginning to take effect.

I need your guidance on what to do next. Especially regarding the title, how much initiative should I take? Should I continue to hint, or wait for Malfoy to speak up first?

I look forward to your reply.

Sincerely, Henry folded the letter and handed it to Mercury on the windowsill.

The snowy owl picked up the letter, tilted its head to look at him, as if to make sure there was nothing else. Then it flapped its wings and flew away into the night.

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