Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 131: Pappy's Secret (8000 words)
On Saturday morning, Harry learned through the two-way mirror that Gringotts had obtained the Angel's Feather from Professor Dumbledore.

After hearing that Gringotts was acquired in exchange for 40% of Honeydukes' shares, Harry was stunned.

It seems that Gringotts has really invested a lot of money, he thought.

That leaves only the basilisk fangs.

Harry counted the urgent things that needed to be done at hand. In addition to finding Cassandra's location and rescuing Vivi, the remaining thing was to buy a computer for Nicolas Flamel.

He really didn't expect that Mr. LeMay would become addicted to computers.

But this is also a good thing, which means that the old man has found the meaning of life again.

The rest... is just to train the friends in the duel hut.

The days passed uneventfully. September passed in the blink of an eye and October arrived.

It was October in the Scottish Highlands, with heavy frost and dew, and the damp chill permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle.

A sudden cold epidemic broke out among the faculty and students, leaving Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, in a state of panic.

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 also fell into the trap. He had planned to lie down in the dormitory for a while, but Hermione rushed into the boys' dormitory with a potion. In front of Ron's horrified eyes, she pinched his mouth and poured a whole bottle into him.

As a result, steam suddenly came out of Ron's fiery red hair, as if his entire head was on fire.

"How could you come to the boys' dormitory!" Ron asked in fear and belatedly, covering his body with a quilt.

"Oh, come on Ronald!" Hermione sneered, "If I don't come, who else can give you some medicine?"

After that, she took out a few Muggle-world pills from her pocket and slapped 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 glee, staring at him and muttering things like "crazy bitch", "can't find a boyfriend", "no normal person would like her", and for a moment the dormitory was filled with a happy atmosphere.

That evening, Ron's cold still didn't get better, so he remembered the medicine Hermione mentioned.

"How should I take this?" Ron looked down at the instructions. "Oh, three times a day, two pills each time."

After saying that, he took out the pill, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunch.

It was too late for Harry to stop him, and he watched him put on the mask of pain.

"This is too bitter! God damn, is Hermione trying to harm me?" he said with a twitch in his face.

Harry couldn't help laughing. "Oh my god, Ron, this is for drinking with water, you can't swallow it!"

As he said that, he took out... half a bar of chocolate from his pocket.

After thinking about it, I realized that this should be the leftover chocolate that I broke off for Pappy last time at the Dursleys' house.

I remember Papi said it was quite sweet.

"Why not have some of this?" Harry said. "Chocolate. It won't be bitter after you eat it."

Ron took the half chocolate without hesitation. Without thinking, he broke off half and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's even more miserable!" he said with a sad face.

Harry glanced at Ron.

"How is that possible?" he said, "I gave it to Papi last time and she said it was very sweet."

"If you don't believe me, try it." Ron handed the half chocolate to Harry.

Harry took the chocolate and put it in his mouth...

It is indeed bitter, very bitter.

He couldn't help but think of the last time he saw Pappy eating chocolate, Pappy clearly said it was very sweet...

Could it be that unicorns’ sense of taste is different from humans’?
He muttered to himself, 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 is now almost fully recovered.

During the Christmas holidays, you can come to Paris and bring her back to Hogwarts.

Also, when you come to Paris, please bring me a few more computers for my research purposes.

Nicolas Flamel's letter to Harry Potter, 14, Octobre, 1992
Harry accepted the letter and was happy that Pappy had recovered.

But he also wrote back to Mr. Flamel, asking anxiously 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 a deafening sneeze coming from inside the room.

It was Hagrid, who looked as if he had a cold, and was sitting by the fire wrapped in a thick blanket, warming himself.

"Hagrid? What's wrong with you?" Harry asked concernedly.

"I fell into the water today," Hagrid answered simply. "My God, that cat was so slippery. If I hadn't jumped in, it might have drowned... A-choo!"

Harry sat down next to Hagrid and also warmed his hands by the fire.

It was damp and cold at night. Harry walked for such a distance that the cold wind blew into his arms and gave him goose bumps all over his body. He was proud and indulgent.

"You feel cold too, don't you?"

Hagrid picked up his handkerchief - or more like a rag - and blew his nose vigorously.

"It's really cold." Harry said, sticking to Hagrid to keep warm. "By the way, Hagrid, I came here to ask you something."

"Oh, go ahead." Hagrid rubbed his nose.

"That is -" Harry sorted out his words: "Does a unicorn's sense of taste have the same sense as ours? I mean, for example, if something we humans think is bitter, would a unicorn think it is 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 puzzled.

Hagrid smiled and said, "Oh, let me see if you have a fever. You are actually talking nonsense like this - my God, how can a unicorn be like this... It doesn't make sense that what we think is bitter, they would think is sweet."

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Then why did Pappy say the chocolate was sweet? I just ate a piece and it was obviously very bitter."

"Normal unicorns can't talk, Harry," said Hagrid, stroking his beard.

After that, he took out a bunch of red berries from the basin beside him.

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 love to eat. I don't know what they are called - maybe I should ask Professor Sprout."

Harry nodded in understanding, reached out and took out a berry the size of a thumbnail and put it in his mouth...

"Oh my god, this is too sweet," said Harry, wrinkling his nose. "It's as sweet as the lemon syrup in Professor Dumbledore's cup."

"Lemon-flavored syrup?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then he realized what Harry was talking about and said with a smile, "Yes, you are right, Professor Dumbledore did drink lemon syrup."

"I understand, 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 creatures, but that doesn't mean I understand them - if you want to know more, I suggest you write to Mr. Scamander."

"Mr. Scamander?" Harry thought the name sounded familiar.

"Do you remember the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?" Hagrid said, "The author of this book, Mr. Newt Scamander."

Harry suddenly realized, no wonder he felt the name was so familiar.

"So how can I find his contact information?" Harry's soul asked.

Hagrid stood up, rummaged through the books on 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 circles within circles on it and said, "Here, this is it - take notes."

Harry always felt that the handwriting in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Seeing Harry in a daze, Hagrid pushed him and said, "All right, Harry, stop daydreaming - go get a pen."

"No, wait," said Harry suddenly, "I seem to have seen this handwriting somewhere before - is this Mr. Scamander's handwriting?"

Hagrid laughed. He patted his beard and said, "How could that be? This is Professor Dumbledore's handwriting - he wrote it to me. If anyone other than you asked me, I would never tell him."

Professor Dumbledore?

Harry suddenly remembered that the handwriting on the note that came with the Invisibility Cloak he received last Christmas was exactly the same as this one, with circles within circles.

So... the invisibility cloak was given to me by Professor Dumbledore?

"What's the matter with you, Harry?" Hagrid asked concernedly.

"Oh, I was just thinking about last year's Invisibility Cloak." Harry said truthfully. He didn't want to hide it from Hagrid. "Professor Dumbledore said in the note that it was my father's relic... So he and my father knew each other."

"Of course I know him." 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 in confusion. "This is the organization that Professor Dumbledore founded to resist the You-Know-Who. Your father is the most heroic wizard among them!"

Harry opened his mouth, not quite sure what to say.

The Order of the Phoenix, isn't that the organization I founded a hundred years ago?
It seems that this old junior fellow... is quite a scholar?
"You can write a letter here." Hagrid said again: "I can help you deliver the letter. Although Mr. Scamander doesn't know you, he should be able to read your letter with my introduction."

"Okay, Hagrid." Harry nodded seriously.

He chose his words carefully, wrote in detail about Pappy's problems in the letter, and asked for Mr. Scamander's help at the end.

After that, he carefully packed the letter and stuffed it into the envelope.

Hagrid took the envelope and signed his name on it as well.

"Don't worry, Harry, I will get the letter to Mr. Scamander as soon as possible." Hagrid said, patting Harry on the back.

Maybe it was because Hagrid had a cold and didn't use enough strength, and these two blows almost punched Harry's lungs out.

Soon it was the last day of October, and the Halloween dinner was held in Hogwarts.

On Halloween of the previous year, Harry encountered a troll breaking into the house.

This year's Hogwarts seems to be relatively stable at the moment. After all, except for Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey, everyone is gathered together in good health.

On the last day of October he also received a letter from Nicolas Flamel, and also from Mr Scamander.

Mr. Flamel's letter explained Pappy's situation and told him not to worry, perhaps it was due to the special situation of Magic Magus.

Mr. Scamander's letter is very intriguing. He said... when he saw the letter, he had already arrived at Hogwarts.

Harry put the letter away and raised his head. Sure enough, he saw a strange old man sitting in the faculty seat. He sat between Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore. Hagrid looked at him with a fanatical expression, while the man lowered his head, as if he was communicating with Dumbledore, or as if he was listening to Dumbledore.

Could this be Mr. Scamander?

He glanced to the side again. The other professors looked normal, but there was something clearly wrong with Professor Lockhart's look when he looked at Mr. Scamander.

It's as if they have a grudge against each other.

Perhaps it was because Mr Scamander was also a bestselling author, Harry thought, just as Virginia Woolf despised DH Lawrence?
With doubts, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, but after waiting all night, no one came to see him.

The next day, Harry received an invitation from Hagrid, saying that Professor Scamander was waiting for him in Hagrid's hut.

Harry hurried to Hagrid's hut, intending to meet this expert on magical creatures.

Arriving at the hut, Harry pushed the door open and found Hagrid busy boiling water. An old man was sitting on a chair nearby with his head lowered.

"Oh, Harry." Hagrid put down the kettle and greeted Harry when he saw him come in. "You've come just in time. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Newt Scamander, an expert on magical creatures."

Harry stepped forward and held out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Scamander."

The old man still kept his head down, as if he didn't dare to look Harry in the eye - probably because of social phobia.

He reached out and shook Harry's hand, "Hello, Mr. Potter, I...I've heard about you."

Before Harry could say anything, he saw Mr. Scamander look up and look at him with bright eyes.

"Your unicorn—where is she?"

"Well, Pappy 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 good and she needed to stay to recuperate, so I left her in Mr. Flamel's house..."

"You actually know Mr. Flamel?" "When did you go to France?"

Mr. Scamander and Hagrid asked together, the former with curiosity and the latter with concern.

"Mr. Flamel and I are friends. After all, I gave him the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry stretched out his hand and swung it in front of him. "Oh." Hagrid nodded. He imagined Dumbledore introducing Harry to Mr. Flamel...

Mr. Scamander nodded in understanding. He then asked, "The unicorn you mentioned, Miss Pappy, how is she doing? Would you mind telling me about her in detail?"

"Hmm..." Harry organized his words: "I should say that Pappy is usually very cheerful. She likes to eat human food - and grass. By the way, as I said in the letter, after she ate the chocolate I bought, she thought it was very sweet, but the taste of chocolate itself is very bitter."

"Can I have a taste of chocolate?" asked Mr. Scamander.

Harry pulled the chocolate out of his wallet and handed it to Mr. Scamander.

"A very cool wallet - seems to be a traceless extension charm?" Mr. Scamander asked with interest, "This kind of good stuff is no longer available on the market."

"Gringotts gave it to me," Harry said truthfully.

Mr. Scamander and Hagrid 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, and have an unimaginable pursuit of money - you might as well say you bought it in Knockturn Alley, so I have to remind you that Knockturn Alley is very dangerous, and a little wizard like you must not enter it casually - be careful that the dark wizard in your heart will capture you!"

At this point, Hagrid stretched out his hand like a claw and scared Harry.

"Yeah, Knockturn Alley is horrible," Harry said. "Thanks for the reminder, Hagrid."

"Just so you know." Hagrid patted his shoulder. "Listen to what Mr. Scamander says."

Mr. Scamander picked up the chocolate, carefully broke off a small piece, and put it in his mouth to taste 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 were a normal unicorn, she would definitely not eat chocolate, not to mention that she would find it sweet." Mr. Scamander said firmly: "Also, generally speaking, unicorns don't speak..."

This sentence enlightened Harry. Although Pappy was a unicorn, she was a Magic Magus after all. She was still a human in essence.

Harry thought about it, could it be that because Pappy is a human, he likes the taste of chocolate?
But it is impossible to say that bitter is sweet...

"But it's hard to tell," Mr. Scamander said after a moment's hesitation. "After all, people's physiques are different, and it's hard to say what's happened to the unicorn's physique - just like what you said about Miss Pappy being able to speak, that's the reason."

"So that's how it is." Harry couldn't stop wondering in his heart, and he planned to ask Vivi again in the evening.

After all, Pappy is a magicmagus, and Harry is really worried that if the truth is known, someone might do something bad to Pappy.

But Mr. Flamel is different. He is an old friend of Vivi's parents, and Vivi trusts him very much - even Cassandra, who always looks down on others, looks at Mr. Flamel with respect when she mentions him.

"I think I should go to Mr. Flamel with Tina to have a look." Mr. Scamander was a little happy, and he couldn't help but look forward to it on his old face: "In fact, I like magical animals very much - but unicorns never get close to human men..."

Having said that...

Harry thought that Pappy seemed quite like Mr. Scamander, in some ways.

"But this name..." Mr. Scamander recalled: "It sounds familiar. It seems that one of my elders is called Pappy..."

Harry looked at Newt, still muttering in his heart...

The British magical community is really small. It feels like any random person can be related to someone.

Hmm... Could there be descendants of Sebastian and Omnis now? Harry wondered.

Just as Harry was thinking about it, Mr. Scamander finally remembered.

"Oh, I remember now." Mr. Scamander said, "My mother, Linda Scamander, her last name was Sweeting before she got married. She had a sister named Pappy, Pappy Sweeting. Like my mother and me, she loved magical creatures..."

Harry: Huh?

Oh, so it turns out that passion for magical creatures is hereditary?

"I'm sorry, I really like this name." Mr. Scamander smiled embarrassedly, "But my mother said that it seems that my aunt disappeared before I was born, and no one knows where she is... Well, I heard that unicorns have a long lifespan. Maybe this unicorn with the same name as my aunt is my aunt's friend."

She more than knows your aunt, Harry thought, she is your aunt.

But even if I say this... Mr. Scamander may not believe it, and he may even feel offended.

So Harry chose to remain silent. If Pappy wanted, he would tell him in person.

"In that case, I should leave as soon as possible." Mr. Scamander seemed a little impatient: "My mother's dying wish was to find my aunt. It would be great if Miss Unicorn could get news of her."

"I should hope so," Harry said to Mr Scamander.

Mr. Scamander seemed to be an impatient person. He quickly apologized to Hagrid and Harry, got up and left the hut.

From the looks of it, he was going 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 room, he turned around and took out his wand.

There was a loud clattering sound in the room, as if a plate had fallen to the ground and broken.

"Accio Niffler!"

Mr. Scamander flicked his wand, and as Harry could see, a black duck-billed rat flew out of Hagrid's cupboard.

"Sorry, it always likes to run around, this little guy..." Mr. Scamander said embarrassedly.

"That's all right. I like them very much," said Hagrid, patting his beard.

Mr. Scamander stuffed the still struggling Niffler into his pocket and turned to leave Hagrid's hut.

As Hagrid watched Mr. Scamander walk farther and farther away until he disappeared from his sight, he covered his mouth with his hands, looking very surprised.

"Oh my god, I never thought there could be such a relationship..."

"Yeah, that's 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 heard her talk about her family.

What's more, her sister's son's last name wouldn't be Sweeting, so Harry certainly wouldn't think of this.

"Would you like some rock biscuits?" Hagrid pulled out several large rock biscuits from the cupboard - as big as cartwheels - and handed them to Harry.

Harry wanted to decline politely, but since Hagrid had handed it to him, he could only thank him and accept it.

Hmm... Let's go back and soak it in water. Actually, if it's softened, it should be quite good...

Eh, right?

Why not make some cocoa powder infused drink, or drink it with milk? Wouldn't it taste better that way?

Thinking of this, Harry asked again, "Are there any rock cakes left, Hagrid? I plan to bring some back for Hermione and Ron."

"Oh, yes." Hagrid was very happy that Harry liked his rock cakes so much and stuffed more than ten of them into his hands.

Harry stuffed the rock biscuits into his wallet and waved Hagrid goodbye.

"Goodbye, Hagrid," he said.

"Goodbye, Harry." Hagrid waved and smiled.

Since today is Sunday and Halloween, there are no classes in school.

Harry walked all the way back to the castle from Hagrid's hut, holding a piece of rock cake in his hand.

He sat at the Gryffindor table until after ten o'clock, when Ron and the others finally arrived, yawning.

"Goodness, Harry," said Ron, yawning. "You're up really early - what's that in your hand?"

He didn't quite see it.

"Rock biscuits. Hagrid asked me to bring them to you." Harry said innocently.

Ron's expression changed rapidly when he heard what Harry said.

"Oh my god, Merlin!" he said in shock. "Harry, are you going to murder us too? Oh my god, this rock pie, how can we eat such a big one?"

"Don't worry." Harry took out his wand and broke the rock cake into small pieces.

"But we can't eat this either." Ron picked up a small piece and knocked it on the table -

As the name suggests, the sound made by rock pancakes when knocked on the table is exactly the same as the sound of a stone knocking on the table.

"Look, is this food for human consumption?" he said angrily.

After saying that, he realized he had said something wrong and quickly added, "I'm not talking about 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, along with a few empty bowls.

He put a small piece of rock cake in a bowl, poured some hot milk and hot cocoa on it, waited until it softened a little, then picked up a fork and pressed down on the rock cake.

"Here, try it." Harry handed the bowl to Ron.

Ron turned a blind eye and looked at Harry doubtfully.

"Try it, I won't lie to you," said Harry.

Ron picked up his fork and scooped out a piece of rock cake.

"It's really soft."

He said with surprise and put the cocoa milk-flavored rock cake into his mouth.

"Really delicious!"

Seeing Ron's expression, Neville and Seamus asked doubtfully, "Really? Aren't rock cakes very hard?"

"Who said this rock cake is hard? It's so delicious!" Ron quickly ate the rock cake and handed the bowl back to Harry: "Give me some more!"

"You can help yourselves. The cocoa and milk are right there," said Harry. "I have something else to do. I need to go out for a while."

"Oh, okay." Ron and the other two sat around Harry's original seat and started making Harry-style rock cakes.

Harry left the hall, walked to the bathroom on the second floor, and cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself.

When he came out of the bathroom, he suddenly heard the voice again.

"Kill... Kill! Destroy them all!"

Harry was startled, but the sound only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

He walked back and forth on the second floor and waited for a long time, but the sound never appeared again.

In desperation, he had to give up looking for the source of the sound and walked down the stairs to the entrance of the secret room in the map.

Still picking up the ancient magic fluctuations, he walked through the door into the secret room on the map.

"Harry?"

Vivi greeted, sounding a little unhappy.

Harry walked in front of Vivi and looked up at Vivi, whose cheeks were half puffed up.

"Fifty-five days, seventeen hours, thirty-six minutes and two seconds." Vivi crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at Harry. "This is the time since you last came to see me."

"Oh, sorry, Vivi." Harry explained quickly: "I have been looking for the whereabouts of those two alchemical materials recently..."

"Did you find it?" Vivi narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Harry nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Gringotts has already obtained the Angel Feather from Professor Dumbledore. It is said that it was obtained in exchange for 40% of Honeydukes' shares."

Vivi was a little surprised to hear the news.

I wasn't surprised at how easy it was to get the Angel's Feather, but...

"Shares in Honeydukes? Are they valuable?" she asked puzzled.

"Honeydukes is a shop that sells candy," Harry explained, "and Professor Dumbledore prefers sweets. He can even accept cockroach candy - you know, like chocolate frogs, which move and look exactly like real cockroaches."

"How disgusting." Weiwei said with disdain, "This is good news. I'll forgive you for not coming to visit me... So, is there any trace of the basilisk fang?"

Harry sighed: "Not yet. This creature seems to have not appeared for a long time..."

At this point, he slapped his thigh and said belatedly, "Oh no, Mr. Scamander was here just now, and 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 with the last name Scamander, she just felt instinctively uncomfortable with it.

"Yes, according to the relationship, Mr. Scamander is still the son of Pappy's sister Linda." Harry explained to Vivi with a smile: "But you also know that Pappy has been staying in Mr. Flamel's house to recuperate recently, and Mr. Scamander plans to visit her..."

He told Vivi everything that had happened before in detail, and at the end he said, "I also ate the chocolate that Pappy had eaten, and it was not as sweet as she said..."

The words have not yet finished...

Click!

Vivi's portrait cracked again.

Weiwei: ()?!
"What did you say?! You ate the chocolate she ate?!"

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