Dico was a bit overthinking; currently, Pabi was always deliberately guiding Harry to accept the fact that she was a unicorn, while Harry tried to avoid mentioning Pabi's human form to keep her from getting upset.
So sometimes Harry forgot that Pabi was actually a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl...
Besides, patting a unicorn's front leg doesn't seem like a big deal, as it translates to the position of an arm.
"Oh, right." Dico said, "Young Master Potter, please allow Dico to be excused for a moment."
"Okay." Harry nodded, sitting on the couch and looking around.
The Leme family home was, in a way, organized chaos, with all sorts of bottles and jars, cauldrons, and ink grinding bowls laid casually on the table—in one corner of the table, there was a giant crystal ball displaying nebula-like patterns, truly beautiful.
"Is this Nicolas Flamel's house?" Pabi asked softly.
"Yes," Harry glanced at Pabi and said with a smile, "Perhaps he can help solve your problem—although before that, I have some good news to tell you, which I forgot to mention earlier."
Pabi was a bit dazed and asked, "What good news?"
"You're going to become a school trustee." Harry raised a thumb, "The first unicorn trustee in the history of Hogwarts, congratulations."
"Eh?" Pabi's ears perked up, "Trustee? Is it tasty?"
Harry reached out and patted Pabi's head, she stuck out her tongue and said with a giggle, "Ah, just trying to liven things up a bit... But trustee? Why would they let me be a trustee?"
"Because I have already discussed and decided with the fairies at Gringotts." Harry replied succinctly, "This is part of the compensation from the fairies since they lost my stuff—are you willing to be a trustee, Pabi?"
Pabi felt a sense of mission emerge within her, she knowingly nodded and rubbed against Harry's arm.
"Alright, Harry, I will shoulder the responsibility—"
At this moment, Dico also came in from outside.
"Young Master Potter." He stepped forward, accompanied by three house-elves.
He recognized one of them, it was Vivi's house-elf, Luqi.
"Po... Young Master Potter?"
Upon seeing Harry, Luqi quickly walked up, her big eyes filled with tears.
"One hundred years, one hundred years... Luqi finally sees you..."
"Hello, Luqi." Harry was also quite moved.
The lifespan of house-elves is generally around two to three hundred years, Dico and Luqi are only about one hundred thirty-four years old now, they are in their prime.
"Young Master Potter," Dico's voice was very soft, "before Miss Grindelwald left, under her witness, Dico and Luqi got married. Look, these are Dico's two children, Ruby and Garrett..."
He waved to his two children, "Come over, children, greet the young master."
"Young master." The two little elves quickly bowed.
"Hello." Harry nodded to them.
He actually felt a bit embarrassed, but considering the nature of elves, he didn't say much.
"Please allow Dico's family to return to the Potter family to serve the master and mistress." Luqi said sharply.
"This... depends on Mr. Leme's opinion, right?" Harry asked.
Dico stepped forward timely, saying to Harry, "Mr. Leme's intention is that Dico and Luqi are just temporary residents at the Leme home, waiting to serve you when Young Master Potter and Miss Grindelwald return..."
"To serve the master and mistress, Luqi is honored." Luqi said timely.
"Alright." Harry thought for a moment and said to them, "But we'll have to discuss this further when Vivi returns... Besides, Mr. Leme is quite old and needs people around him."
Before Dico could speak, an elderly voice sounded.
"Children." He said, "I have no objections."
It was Nicolas Flamel.
"Mr. Leme." Harry stood up and bowed to Mr. Leme, "Long time no see."
"Time is truly a magical thing, Harry." Mr. Leme shuffled forward with tiny steps and extended his hand to Harry, "Great to see you—"
"I think it's better not to shake hands." Harry said somewhat apprehensively, "I'm really afraid of breaking your bones again..."
After all, the last time Harry met Mr. Leme was more than a year ago.
At that time, it was Harry's first meeting with Mr. Leme, and he didn't control his grip when shaking hands—or rather, he didn't exert any force at all, resulting in Mr. Leme's bones making a snapping sound.
Broke.
"Come now, you can't not even shake a hand." Mr. Leme pulled at his dried-up face, showing a very kind yet eerie smile.
Oddly enough, these two feelings can appear simultaneously on one face.
Harry extended his hand to shake, only to find that Mr. Leme's hand was no longer brittle.
"I have to thank you and your family's Bone Spirit; otherwise, my old bones couldn't endure daily activities." Mr. Leme smiled at him.
"Won't you introduce this young unicorn lady to me?" He looked at Pabi.
Pabi instinctively shrank back, wondering if it was an illusion, but she saw a knowing look in the wise old man's eyes.
"She's my friend, Pabi Swedding, from Hufflepuff." Harry introduced her to Mr. Leme, "She transformed into this form due to practicing Magic Animagus—and now she can't turn back."
Since Harry had just pushed Pabi forward while introducing, he couldn't see her face.