Chapter 131 Papi reveals his secrets (8000 words)
On Saturday morning, Harry learned through the double-way mirror that Gringotts had obtained the Angel Feather from Professor Dumbledore.
After hearing that Gringotts was acquired in exchange for 40% of Honeydukes shares, Harry was stunned for a moment.
It seems that Gringotts has really spent a lot of money, he thought.
This leaves only the basilisk fangs.
Harry counted down the urgent matters at hand. In addition to finding Cassandra's location and rescuing Vivi, he also had to buy a computer for Nico Flamel.
He really didn't expect that Mr. Flamel would become addicted to computers.
But this is also a good thing, indicating that the old man has found the meaning of life again.
The rest... is to train the friends in the duel hut.
The days passed quite uneventfully. September passed by in a blink of an eye and entered October.
October in the Scottish Highlands was frosty and dewy, and the damp chill filled the grounds and penetrated into the castle.
A cold suddenly broke out among the staff and students, leaving Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, scrambling.
Her pick-me-up potion has an immediate effect, but those who drink it will have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours.
Unfortunately, Ron was also caught in the trick. He originally planned to lie down in the dormitory for a while, but he didn't expect Hermione to rush into the boys' dormitory with the potion. Under Ron's horrified eyes, she pinched his mouth and poured it in. bottle.
This was a good thing, because Ron's fiery red hair suddenly burst out with steam, as if his whole head was on fire.
"How could you come to the boys' dormitory!" Ron covered his body with a quilt, asking in horror and hindsight.
"Oh, come on Ronald!" Hermione sneered: "If I don't come, who else can give you some medicine?"
After that, she took out several versions of Muggle pills from her pocket and patted them on Ron's quilt.
"If Madam Pomfrey's potion doesn't work, try these - Harry should know how to take them, let him teach you."
After that, Hermione left the boys' dormitory without looking back.
Harry and the others looked at Ron with schadenfreude, staring at him and muttering words such as "crazy bitch", "can't find a boyfriend", "no normal person would fall in love with her", etc. The dormitory was filled with happiness for a moment. of air.
That night, Ron's cold was not getting better, so he remembered the medicine Hermione mentioned.
"How should I take this?" Ron lowered his head and looked at the instructions, "Oh, three times a day, two pills at a time."
After speaking, he took out the pills, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them.
It was too late for Harry to stop him, and he watched as he put on the mask of pain.
"This is too painful! Blood mother hell, is Hermione trying to harm me?" he said with a twitch on his little face.
Harry couldn't help laughing: "Oh my god Ron, this is taken with water, don't swallow it!"
As he spoke, he took out... half a chocolate bar from his pocket.
After thinking about it, this should be the leftover piece of chocolate that I broke for Pappy at the Dursley's house last time.
I remember Pappy said it was quite sweet.
"It's better to eat some of this." Harry said, "Chocolate, it won't be bitter after eating it."
Ron took the half piece of chocolate without hesitation. Without thinking, he broke off half and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's even more painful!" he said with a sad face.
Harry looked at Ron.
"How is that possible?" he said, "Last time I gave it to Papi, she said it was very sweet."
"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?" Ron handed the half piece of chocolate to Harry.
Harry took the chocolate and put it in his mouth...
It is indeed very bitter, very bitter.
He couldn't help but think of the last time he saw Pabbie eating chocolate. Pabbie clearly said it was very sweet...
Could it be that unicorns have different tastes than humans?
He muttered in his mind, planning to ask Hagrid later. After all, he was an expert on magical creatures.
That evening, Harry also received a letter from Mr. Flamel.
Dear Sir:
I am pleased to inform you that Miss Sweeting's body is almost healed.
During the Christmas holidays, you can come to Paris and take her back to Hogwarts.
In addition, when you come to Paris, please bring me a few more computers for research purposes.
Nicolas Flamel's letter to Harry Potter, 14, Octobre, 1992
Harry accepted the letter, feeling happy that Pappy was back in good health.
But at the same time he wrote back a letter to Mr. Flamel, asking worried questions about Pappy's taste.
Of course, he was not idle either and went to Hagrid's hut again.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard an earth-shattering sneezing sound coming from the room.
It was Hagrid, who looked like he had a cold, sitting by the fire wrapped in a thick blanket, warming himself.
"Hagrid? What's wrong with you?" Harry asked concerned.
"It fell into the water today." Hai Geyan replied concisely: "Oh my god, that cattail is really slippery. If I hadn't jumped into the water, it might have drowned... Sneeze! ”
Harry sat next to Hagrid and also reached for the fire.
It was really damp and cold at night, and when Harry walked for such a long distance, the cold wind blew into his arms and gave him goosebumps.
"You feel cold too, don't you?"
Hagrid picked up a handkerchief - or more like a rag and blew his nose vigorously.
"It's indeed quite cold." Harry said, leaning against Hagrid for warmth. "By the way, Hagrid, I came here to ask you something."
"Oh, just ask." Hagrid rubbed his nose.
"That's it -" Harry sorted out his words: "Do unicorns have the same sense of taste as us humans? I mean, for example, do unicorns think that things we humans think are bitter are sweet?"
Hagrid turned his head and looked at Harry intently for a moment.
He reached out his hand again and touched Harry's forehead.
"What's wrong? Hagrid?" Harry asked confused.
Hagrid smiled: "Oh, let me see if you have a fever. You can say such nonsense - God, how could a unicorn do this... It makes no sense that things we think are bitter, they think they are sweet. .”
"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Then why did Pabby say it was sweet when she ate chocolate? I just ate one, and it was obviously very bitter."
"Normal unicorns can't talk, Harry." Hagrid said, rubbing his beard.
After that, he took out a pile of red berries from the pot on the side.
Harry didn't know what these berries were, so he asked, "Hagrid, what are these?"
Hagrid smiled and replied: "These are the berries that unicorns like to eat. I don't know what they are called - maybe I should ask Professor Sprout."
Harry nodded clearly, reached out and took out a berry the size of a thumbnail and put it into his mouth...
"Oh my God, this is so sweet." Harry wrinkled his nose and said, "It's as sweet as the lemon-flavored syrup in Professor Dumbledore's cup."
"Lemon syrup?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment. After realizing what Harry was talking about, he smiled and said, "Yes, you are right. What Professor Dumbledore drank was indeed lemon syrup."
"I know, Hagrid, thank you." The seeds of doubt had already been planted in Harry's heart, and he was waiting for Mr. Flamel's reply.
Hagrid thought for a moment and continued: "But... Harry, I just like magical beasts, but that doesn't mean I understand them - if you want to know more, I suggest you give Scamander Sir, write a letter.”
"Mr. Scamander?" Harry thought the name sounded familiar.
"Do you remember the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"?" Hagrid said: "It's the author of this book, Mr. Newt Scamander."
Harry suddenly realized that no wonder he found this name so familiar.
"So how can I find his contact information?" Harry Soul asked.
Hagrid stood up, rummaged through the table, and picked out a thick copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
He turned to the title page, pointed to the circled font on it and said: "Here, this is it - take a note."
Harry always felt that the handwriting in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Seeing Harry in a daze, Hagrid pushed him and said: "Okay, Harry, don't be in a daze - go get the pen."
"No, wait." Harry suddenly said: "I seem to have seen the handwriting on this somewhere before - is this Mr. Scamander's handwriting?"
Hagrid smiled, patted his beard and said, "How could it be? This is Professor Dumbledore's handwriting - he wrote it to me. If someone other than you asks me, then I will never tell him."< br>
Professor Dumbledore?
Harry suddenly remembered that the invisibility cloak he received last Christmas had the same handwriting on the note that was exactly the same as this circle within a circle.
It turns out...the invisibility cloak was given to me by Professor Dumbledore?
"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hagrid asked with concern.
"Oh, I was just thinking about last year's invisibility cloak." Harry said truthfully, and he didn't want to hide it from Hagrid. "Professor Dumbledore said in the note that it was my father's relic...it turned out that he and my father I know you.”
"Of course I know you." Hagrid smiled kindly: "Your father, your father is a member of the Order of the Phoenix..."
Harry was stunned.
No, Order of the Phoenix?
"What did you say? What club?" Harry confirmed again.
"Order of the Phoenix, what's wrong?" Hagrid asked inexplicably: "This is the organization established by Professor Dumbledore to resist the mysterious man, and your father is the most heroic wizard among them!"
Harry opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Order of the Phoenix, isn't that the organization I founded a hundred years ago?
It seems that this old junior...is still a scholar?
"You can write a letter here." Hagrid added, "I can help you deliver the letter. Although Mr. Scamander doesn't know you, he should be able to read your letter because of my introduction. ”
"Okay, Hagrid." Harry nodded seriously.
He carefully worded his letter and wrote down his questions about Pappy in detail, and at the end asked for Mr. Scamander's help.
After that, he packed the letter carefully and stuffed it into the envelope.
Hagrid took the envelope and signed his name on it.
"Don't worry Harry, I will deliver the letter to Mr. Scamander as soon as possible." Hagrid said, patting Harry on the back.
Probably because Hagrid had a cold and didn't have enough strength, these two blows almost knocked out Harry's lungs.
The last day of October is coming soon, and the Halloween dinner is also ushering in Hogwarts.
On Halloween the previous year, Harry encountered a troll intrusion.
This year's Hogwarts seems to be relatively stable so far. After all, except for Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey, everyone is here in good health.
On the last day of October he also received a letter from Nico Flamel, and from M. Scamander.
Mr. Flamel's letter explained Pappy's situation and told him that there was nothing to worry about, perhaps due to the special situation of the Magic Magus.
Mr. Scamander's letter is very intriguing. He said... that when he saw the letter, he had already arrived at Hogwarts.
Harry put away the letter and raised his head, and sure enough he saw a strange old man sitting on the faculty seat. He was sitting between Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore. Hagrid looked at him with a confused expression, and The man lowered his head, seeming to be communicating with Dumbledore, and seemed to be listening to Dumbledore.
Could it be that this is Mr. Scamander?
He glanced to the side again. The other professors looked normal, but when Professor Lockhart looked at Mr. Scamander, something was obviously wrong in his eyes.
It's like they both have a grudge.
Maybe it's because Mr. Scamander is also a best-selling author, Harry thought, just like Virginia Woolf despised D.H. Lawrence?
With doubts, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, but after waiting all night, no one was looking for him.
The next day, Harry received an invitation from Hagrid, saying that Professor Scamander was already waiting for him in Hagrid's cabin.
Harry quickly set off for Hagrid's hut, intending to meet this expert on magical animals.
Arriving at the hut, Harry pushed open the door and found Hagrid busy boiling water, and an old man sitting on a chair nearby with his head lowered.
"Oh, Harry." Hagrid saw Harry coming in and put down the kettle to say hello. "You're here just in time. Let me introduce to you. This is the expert on magical animals, Mr. Newt Scamander."
Harry stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Scamander."
The old man still lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at Harry - probably because of social fear.
He reached out and took Harry's hand: "Hello, Mr. Potter, I...I have heard about you."
Before Harry could say anything, he saw Mr. Scamander raise his head and look at him with bright eyes.
"The unicorn you were talking about—where is she?"
"Well, Pabby is not in the Forbidden Forest for the time being." Harry said honestly: "I went to France during the summer vacation. Mr. Flamel said that her health was not very good and she needed to be kept for recuperation, so I left her there. Leave it at Mr. Flamel's house..."
"You actually know Mr. Flamel?" "When did you go to France?"
Mr. Scamander asked together, the former curious and the latter concerned, as did Hagrid.
"Mr. Flamel and I are friends. After all, I gave him the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry stretched out his hand and circled it in front of him. "Oh." Hagrid nodded, and he imagined Dumbledore introducing Harry to Mr. Flamel...
Mr. Scamander nodded in understanding, and asked again: "The unicorn you are talking about - Miss Pappy, how is she usually? Can you tell me in detail?"
"Well..." Harry organized his words: "It should be said that Pappy is usually very cheerful. She likes to eat human food - and also likes to eat grass. By the way, as I said in the letter, she eats After trying the chocolate I bought, I thought the chocolate was very sweet, but the chocolate itself tasted very bitter.”
"Can I have a taste of the chocolate?" asked Mr. Scamander.
Harry took the chocolate out of his wallet and handed it to Mr. Scamander.
"A cool wallet - it seems to be a traceless stretching charm?" Mr. Scamander asked with interest: "You can no longer see such a good thing on the market."
"Gringotts gave it to me," Harry said honestly.
When Mr. Scamander and Hagrid heard this, they both thought Harry was joking.
"Haha, how could those stingy goblins in Gringotts give you something like this?" Hagrid stroked his beard and said, "They are extremely stingy creatures with an unimaginable pursuit of money - you might as well It said that I bought it in Knockturn Alley, so I want to remind you that Knockturn Alley is very dangerous. Little wizards like you must not enter it at will - beware of the dark wizard inside who will kidnap you! ”
At this point, Hagrid stretched out his hand like a devil's claw to scare Harry.
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"Yes, Knockturn Alley is terrible," Harry read. "Thanks for the reminder, Hagrid."
"It's good that you know." Hagrid patted him on the shoulder, "Listen to what Mr. Scamander has to say."
Mr. Scamander picked up the chocolate, carefully broke off a small piece, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.
"Pure dark chocolate, at least 95% concentration." Mr. Scamander tasted it carefully. "According to common sense, unicorns don't like this taste very much..."
"So..." Harry asked tentatively.
"If it is a normal unicorn, she will definitely not eat chocolate, let alone find it sweet." Mr. Scamander said firmly: "In addition, generally speaking, unicorns will not eat chocolate." Those who speak..."
This sentence awakened Harry. Indeed, although Pappy was a unicorn, she was a Magic Magus after all, and she was still human in essence.
Harry thought for a while, could it be because Pappy is human and therefore likes the taste of chocolate?
But it’s impossible to say that something bitter is sweet...
"But it's hard to explain this situation clearly," Mr. Scamander said after pondering for a moment: "After all, human physiques are different, and it's hard to say what changes have occurred in the unicorn's physique - just like That's what you said about Miss Pappy talking."
"So that's it." Harry still couldn't help but wonder, and he planned to ask Vivi again at night.
After all, Pabby was a Magic Magus, and Harry was really worried that if someone knew the truth, someone would do harm to Pabby.
But Mr. Flamel is different. He is an old friend of Vivi's parents, and Vivi trusts him very much - even Cassandra, who has always disliked others, looks respectful when mentioning Mr. Flamel.
"I think I should go to Mr. Flamel's place with Tina to have a look." Mr. Scamander was a little happy, and his old face couldn't help but look forward to it: "Actually, I like magical animals very much - it's just that Unicorns never get close to human males..."
That being said...
Harry thought that Pappy looked like Mr. Scamander, in a way.
"But this name..." Mr. Scamander recalled: "It always feels familiar. It seems that one of my elders is called Pappy..."
Harry looked at Newt, still muttering in his mind...
The British wizarding community is really small, and it feels like just about anyone you pull out can be related to someone.
Hmm... Could it be that there are also descendants of Sebastian and Ominis now? Harry thought.
While Harry was thinking about it, Mr. Scamander finally remembered.
"Oh, I remember," said Mr. Scamander: "My mother, Linda Scamander, whose last name was Sweeting before she got married, had a sister named Pappy. Sweeting, like my mom and I, loves magical beasts..."
Harry: Huh?
Oh, my passion for magical animals can also be inherited?
"I'm sorry, I'm really friendly when I hear this name." Mr. Scamander smiled sheepishly: "But my mother said that it seems that my aunt disappeared before I was born, and no one knows her whereabouts... ...Well, I heard that unicorns have a long lifespan. Maybe this unicorn with the same name as my aunt is my aunt’s friend.”
Harry thought to himself, she doesn't just know your aunt, she is your aunt.
But Mr. Scamander might not believe this even if he said it, and he might even feel offended.
So Harry chose to remain silent. If Pappy wanted to, he would naturally tell him personally.
"In this case, I should leave as soon as possible." Mr. Scamander seemed impatient: "My mother's last wish before her death was to find my aunt. It would be great if this Miss Unicorn could have news about her."< br>
"I hope so," Harry said to Mr. Scamander.
Mr. Scamander seemed to be impatient. He quickly apologized to Hagrid and Harry, got up and left the hut.
From the looks of it, he wanted to go home as soon as possible to pick up his wife Tina and go to France to visit Pappy.
But as soon as he walked out of the door, he turned around again and took out his wand.
There was a crashing sound in the room, as if a plate had been dropped and broken.
"AccioNiffler!"
Mr. Scamander flicked his wand, and in Harry's sight, a black duck-billed mouse flew out of Hagrid's cupboard.
"Sorry, it always likes to run around, this little guy..." Mr. Scamander said sheepishly.
"It's okay, I like them very much." Hagrid patted his beard and said.
Mr. Scamander stuffed the struggling Niffler into his pocket, turned and left Hagrid's hut.
Seeing Mr. Scamander drifting away until he disappeared from sight, Hagrid covered his mouth with both hands, looking very surprised.
"Oh my god, I never thought there could be such a relationship..."
"Yeah, it's really unexpected." Harry said sincerely, he really didn't expect it.
A hundred years ago, Harry had never heard that Pappy had a sister, let alone her talking about her family.
What's more, her sister's son didn't have the last name Sweeting, so Harry certainly wouldn't have thought of this.
"Would you like some rock biscuits?" Hagrid took out several large rock biscuits from the cupboard - as big as wheels and handed them to Harry.
Harry originally wanted to politely decline, but Hagrid handed it to him, so he could only accept it with thanks.
Hmm... Let's go back and soak it in water to eat. In fact, it's soft now, so it should be fine...
Eh, right?
Why not make some drinks made with cocoa powder, or drink them with milk? Wouldn't it taste better this way?
Thinking of this, Harry asked again: "Are there any rock biscuits? Hagrid, I plan to take some back to Hermione and Ron."
"Oh, yes." Hagrid was very happy that Harry liked his rock biscuits so much and stuffed him with more than ten pieces.
Harry stuffed the rock biscuits into his wallet and waved goodbye to Hagrid.
"Goodbye, Hagrid," he said.
"Goodbye, Harry." Hagrid smiled and waved.
Since today is Sunday and it is Halloween, there are no classes in the school.
Holding a piece of rock pie in his hand, Harry walked all the way back to the castle from Hagrid's hut.
He sat at the long Gryffindor table until after ten o'clock, and Ron and the others arrived late, yawning.
"Jesus, Harry," Ron yawned, "you're up so early - what's that in your hand?"
He didn't see it clearly.
"Hagrid asked me to bring rock biscuits to you," Harry said innocently.
After hearing Harry's words, Ron's face changed at the speed of light.
"I'll give you Merlin!" he said in shock: "Harry, are you going to murder us too? Oh my god, how can we eat such a big rock cake?"
"Don't worry." Harry took out his wand and broke the rock cake into small pieces.
"But this is not something we can eat." Ron picked up a small piece and knocked it on the table——
As the name suggests, the sound of rock biscuits when knocked on the table is exactly the same as the sound of rocks knocking on the table.
"Look, is this for human consumption?" he said angrily.
After saying that, I felt that I had made a mistake and quickly added: "I didn't mean Hagrid."
"Maybe we should find another way to eat it." Harry knocked on the table, and a glass of milk and a cup of hot cocoa appeared in front of him, as well as several empty bowls.
He put a small piece of rock cake in a bowl, poured a little hot milk, and a little hot cocoa. When it was slightly soft, he picked up a fork and pressed it on the rock cake.
"Here, try it." Harry handed the bowl to Ron.
Ron turned a blind eye and looked at Harry suspiciously.
"Try it, I'm not going to lie to you," Harry said.
Ron picked up his fork and took out a piece of rock biscuit.
"It's really soft."
He said in surprise, putting the cocoa milk-flavored rock cake into his mouth.
“It’s so delicious!”
Seeing Ron's look, Neville and Seamus asked suspiciously: "Really or not, aren't rock biscuits very hard?"
"Who said this rock cake is hard? It's so delicious!" Ron quickly took the rock cake into his mouth and handed the bowl to Harry again: "Get me some more!"
"You can do it yourself, the cocoa and milk are right there." Harry said, "I have something else to do and I need to go out for a while."
"Oh, okay." Ron and the other three sat down around Harry's original seat and began to cook the Kazakh rock biscuits.
Harry left the Great Hall, walked to the bathroom on the second floor, and cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself.
When he came out of the bathroom, he suddenly heard the voice again.
"Kill...kill! Destroy them!"
Harry was startled, but the sound only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.
He walked around on the second floor and waited for a long time, but did not wait for the next sound.
In desperation, he could only give up looking for the source of the sound and walked along the stairs to the entrance of the map chamber.
Still pushing through the ancient magic fluctuations, he followed the door and walked into the secret room of the map.
"Harry?"
Weiwei said hello, sounding a little unhappy.
Harry walked up to Vivi and raised his head to look at Vivi, whose cheeks were half bulging.
"Fifty-five days, seventeen hours, thirty-six minutes and two seconds." Vivi crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked down at Harry, "This is the time since you last came to see me."
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"Oh, sorry, Vivi." Harry quickly explained: "I have been looking for the whereabouts of those two alchemical materials recently..."
"Then have you found it?" Weiwei narrowed her beautiful eyes.
Harry nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Gringotts has obtained the Angel Feather from Professor Dumbledore. It is said that it was obtained in exchange for 40% of Honeydukes shares."
Weiwei was a little stunned when she heard the news.
It's not that I'm surprised at how easy it is to get Angel Feather, but...
"Honeydukes' shares? Are they valuable?" she asked in confusion.
"Honeydukes is a shop that specializes in candy," Harry explained: "Professor Dumbledore prefers sweets, and even cockroach candies are accepted - you know, like chocolate frogs, It’s moving and looks exactly like a real cockroach.”
"That's disgusting." Weiwei said with disgust, "This is good news. I'll forgive you for not coming to visit me... So, is there the whereabouts of the basilisk fangs?"
Harry sighed: "Not yet, this kind of creature seems to have not appeared for a long time..."
At this point, he slapped his thigh and said belatedly: "Oh no, Mr. Scamander came here just now. I forgot to ask him... He is an expert on magical animals!"
"Mr. Scamander?" Vivi frowned, this name... made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Although she had never known anyone named Scamander, she was just instinctively unhappy.
"Yes, Mr. Scamander is still the son of Pappy's sister Linda in terms of kinship." Harry smiled and explained to Vivi: "But you also know that Pappy recently stayed with Mr. Flamel. She is recuperating at her home, and Mr. Scamander plans to visit her..."
He recounted the previous events to Weiwei in detail, and finally said: "I also ate the piece of chocolate that Papi had eaten, and it was not as sweet as she said..."
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Before I finish speaking...
Click!
Weiwei's portrait cracked again.
Weiwei: ()? !
"What did you say?! You ate the chocolate she ate?!"
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