"Uh... what are you doing?" He looked at Pabi, who was munching on grass, with a face full of lines.
"Hermione said unicorns should eat some grass." Pabi chewed the grass, her tone cheerful.
Hermione felt a bit embarrassed, and quickly said, "Sorry, Miss Pabi, I didn't mean that..."
"Oh, actually, I've been eating this in the Forbidden Forest for years now, haha..." Pabi happily hopped around and snuggled into Harry's embrace: "Harry, I heard you fainted? Did you really faint?"
"It's nothing serious, Pabi." Harry reached out to rub Pabi's head, "But the curse on your wound, I can dispel it now."
Speaking, he pulled out his magic wand and pointed it at Pabi's still bleeding wound, chanting the Dispel Curse.
Perhaps due to the Magic Stone's surging magic power, the spell indeed worked, and Pabi's wound healed back to normal.
"That's amazing!" Hermione cheered, as she couldn't bear to see anyone suffer.
Even if the other party was a unicorn, Hermione always empathized deeply.
"Hooray!" Pabi joyfully hopped around, bending her knees and saying to Harry, "Harry, Harry, get on—"
"Eh?" Harry was stunned.
"Hurry up— I'll take you for a ride—" Pabi said cheerfully.
Harry thought for a moment and climbed onto Pabi's back, waving to Hermione and Ron with a tremendously envious look in their eyes.
"I'll be back in a bit—"
The unicorn's run was not bumpy at all, completely different than Harry imagined.
Holding onto Pabi's neck, he said to her, "Pabi, I found Vivi."
"Eh?" Pabi stopped in her tracks, "Where, where?"
"Map Secret Room." He concisely replied.
"Oh, Map Secret Room." Pabi seemed disappointed, telling Harry, "The Vivi there is just a portrait, I thought you had brought her back..."
"But now there's a clue, right?" Harry chuckled, "She also gave me the key to the treasury, which contains part of the materials needed to summon her back... by the way, it's still missing something called 'Snake Monster Poison Fang.' I know you're an expert in magical creatures, do you know where there is a snake monster?"
"Snake monster?" Pabi shook her head, "I once heard customs had confiscated a young snake monster, but it's been destroyed—if Cassandra were still here, her family collection might contain something from a snake monster, I think... maybe you could ask her descendants?"
Saying this brought Harry to think of Draco's notebook.
He made up his mind to ask Draco about it when he returned, what was going on with that notebook.
"But... Cassandra hey." Pabi whistled, "Do you remember fourth grade? That time you and Cassandra argued, do you remember? I think she mentioned something about having many magical creature collectibles at home."
"Ah." Harry had a vague memory of it.
Back then, for some unknown reason, Cassandra got angry at him and didn't talk to him for a long time.
Initially, Harry thought he'd be happy because the annoying, arrogant, and detestable Cassandra finally gave up trying to make him her follower.
But he sadly realized that his life seemed to be missing a large, important part.
On that day, Harry practiced spells continuously in the Earth Cave, trying to forget that feeling.
"Oh-oh!" Seeing Harry forcefully chop a dummy doll into pieces, Pabi exclaimed, "You practice so diligently—"
A Hufflepuff girl laughed sweetly, like the warm sun in winter, dispersing the cold loneliness from people's bodies.
"Don't get in my way, I need to practice spell combinations—you go over there." Harry impatiently waved his hand.
"Oh!" Pabi showed an enlightened expression, walking with a light and nimble pace to Harry's side, adorably popping her head on his left: "You've been dumped! You've been dumped by Cassandra!"
"I have not!" Harry instinctively refuted, "I haven't been dumped..."
"Then you abandoned her—" Pabi bouncingly popped her head out from his right: "Hehe, what does it feel like to dump a rich young lady?"
Annoyed, Harry cast a spell on the dummy.
"Confringo (Thunder Explosion)!"
"It's not like you imagine at all!" Harry said helplessly.
"Hehe, then while I'm still here, quickly lean on my shoulder and have a good cry." Pabi bent down, supporting her knee with one hand and pointing at her shoulder with the other: "There, the shoulder—"
"What am I crying for?!" Harry asked.
"It's Christmas now, Christmas, Christmas—everyone in your dorm must have gone home right?" Pabi straightened up, putting her hands behind her back and tilting her head, "When you return to the dorm and find yourself alone, if you secretly burrow into your bed to cry, it'll seem even worse."
Harry put down his magic wand and rolled his eyes.
"Even if I jumped off from here, I absolutely, absolutely wouldn't cry!"
"Then you can chat with me, actually, Cassandra isn't like what you think..." Pabi gleefully folded her arms, bright eyes sparklingly looking at Harry.
"I'd rather confide in Sir Nicholas or talk about emotional issues with Bloodman Barrow." Harry waved his wand again, casting a spell hitting the practice dummy.
Pabi puffed up her cheeks, aimlessly kicking her legs forward, humming: "What! I came to comfort you with good intentions, and you don't even accept it, you don't even want to talk with me, preferring Bloodman Barrow!"
"Yes!" Harry, without women in his heart, magically invoking him, said.
He seemed to treat the dummy like Cassandra and practiced spell combinations again.
Pabi saw Harry ignoring her and swayed her body left and right, eyes twinkling: "Hey, I say Harry..."
"Leviosa (Float)!" "Accio (Summon)!" "Depulso (Expel)!"
Harry repeatedly practiced spell combinations, trying to forget the unpleasantness between him and Cassandra.
He was avoiding.
"Hey?" Pabi showed a sly smile like a little fox, took out her magic wand, and placed it against her throat using Loud Voice, standing behind Harry on tiptoe, saying over his shoulder: "Diligently practicing spells, frantically practicing spells, it seems our poor little Harry wants to use this method to conceal the pain of heartbreak~"
"Who will a broken heart love again? When will the pain of being abandoned fade away? Only by transforming this anger into power and venting it…"
Saying this, Pabi excitedly hopped onto the chair, vivaciously cheering loudly.
"Use spells to vent the pain!"
Harry laid down his wand.
"Oh my? Has little Harry exhausted himself? Did he finally realize something and want to find Cassandra for a good talk…"
Pabi pressed one hand to her chest, stretching the other forward, as if heartily reciting a Shakespearean sonnet.
Harry looked at Pabi.
Feeling Harry's gaze, Pabi hurriedly stopped, feeling a bit guilty.
But she didn't stand firm, struggled twice, and fell down.
"Leviosa!"
Harry used a spell to make Pabi float, preventing her from falling on her bottom.
"Thank you, Harry—" Pabi laughed cheekily.
Harry was amused, and it was in this moment of laughter that he realized the dedicated intentions from the girl in front of him.
"I should be the one thanking you, Pabi." Harry smiled gently, "Thank you, I feel much better now—"
Later on... it was Pabi's comforting that let him recognize the problem.
"I remember." Harry gently touched the back of Pabi's neck, "Without you, perhaps Cassandra and I wouldn't have become friends…"
"Haha..." Pabi lifted her head, "Even if you hadn't gone to Cassandra then, she might've come back to you proudly saying—'Potter, you little sidekick dare to oppose me', right?"
"You know her well." Harry sighed.