"That's the situation, Professor," Harry tried to make his wording less offensive, "I have a friend who's injured, it's quite serious, and we need some Blood Replenishing Potion..."
"So you've turned your poor old professor into a clerk at Pippin's Magic Pharmacy? Or you've mistaken his office for Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary?" Snape continued to ask in a sinister tone.
"It's just that among the people I know, only you are the Master of Magic Potions, so..." Harry looked up, gazing sincerely at Snape, without blinking.
Snape stared blankly at Harry's eyes for a while, snorted coldly, and turned to walk towards the cabinet.
Just when Harry thought the matter was off, he saw Professor Snape returning with six potion bottles in hand.
"Even if your injured friend is a Giant, these potions are enough—"
Snape paused here, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and then changed the subject.
"Sorry, Mr. Potter, I forgot, you do have a few idle Little Giant friends around."
"Thank you, Professor!" Harry happily accepted the potions, bowing to Snape.
Sincere and heartfelt.
After Snape issued the order to leave, Harry obediently slipped out of the classroom.
"Heavens, you actually dared to linger in the Potions Classroom!" Ron said in a dramatically exaggerated tone, "I bet if Neville stayed with Snape for more than thirty seconds, he'd probably wet his pants right now—"
"I think you're right, Ron." Neville didn't feel offended at all; he even thought Ron had greatly overestimated him.
He believed he wouldn't need thirty seconds, ten would be enough.
"So, what did you say to Professor Snape?" Seamus asked with interest.
Harry looked back, seeing the Potions Classroom doors were still tightly shut, and like a dealer from the West Coast (a straightforward profession that would be censored), he mysteriously opened his robe, revealing the Blood Replenishing Potion tucked into the inner pocket.
"Whoa!" Ron's eyes widened, he shakily pointed at the potion, and looked up at Harry: "Merlin, did you raid Snape's potion cabinet?"
"No, the professor gave it to me." Harry laughed and tucked his clothes in.
"Heavens, Harry, you really are..." Seamus struggled for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe even a fraction of his admiration.
Ron and Neville looked at Harry as if he were a saint; they had long known this little companion was extraordinary, but they never expected he could acquire six bottles of Blood Replenishing Potion from the head of Slytherin as a Gryffindor student.
If you said Harry defeated some Dark Wizard or Voldemort, they'd be unsurprised; Harry had wiped out the most formidable Dark Wizard in history at the age of one.
But if you said he managed to get things from the head of Slytherin without spending a penny, no doubt, mate, you're the living legend of Gryffindor!
"You must have a place in Gryffindor's history, Harry!" Ron said, patting Harry's shoulder with praise, "No, I think even in 'Hogwarts, A History', it might record your glorious feat of battling the Old Snake King of Slytherin..."
"Mr. Weasley?"
An oily voice sounded from behind them.
Ron instantly stood upright, shakily turned around, and directly met Snape's pitch-black eyes.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, for discussing a professor behind his back."
With that, Snape caught a gust of wind on his way out, flapping away like a big bat.
"Heavens, you really never know when he'll appear, do you?" Ron said with lingering fear.
After lunch, Harry packed some food, including sausages and bacon, and led four little companions to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Pabi was already waiting at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and upon seeing Harry, she walked up and tugged at his cloak, shaking it.
"Alright, alright Pabi," Harry stroked Pabi's ears and took out the potion he brought for her, feeding it to her mouth.
Pabi obediently picked up the potion bottle and lifted her head to drink it all.
The taste of the Blood Replenishing Potion wasn't good; after all, Snape wasn't the one drinking the potion he brewed, so he didn't pay attention to the taste.
Ignore the taste, focus on the effect.
"This potion can last for a week, Harry," Pabi said softly, "No need to use it every day."
"This was given to me by the Professor of Potions; he's very easy to talk to, Pabi." Harry said with a smile.
Upon hearing Harry's words, the four little companions behind him gasped.
"Harry?!" Neville said incredulously, "Did you say... you said Professor Snape is easy to talk to? Heaven, this world must be crazy... or I'm crazy for hearing such words..."
The other three couldn't agree more, nodding quickly, Neville was their strongest spokesman.
"Aren't you going to introduce your little friends to me?" Pabi asked, looking at the four little ones behind Harry.
"Oh," Harry was busy feeding the potion to Pabi, he pulled Ron over and said, "Look, this is the young Weasley from the Weasley family, his name is Ron—that one slightly taller and stockier is Neville Longbottom, the one missing a piece of eyebrow is Seamus Finnigan, and this is Hermione Granger, the most Ravenclaw person in Gryffindor."
"Hello," Pabi said in a light tone, "I'm Pabi, Harry's good friend."
"Heavens, are you really a unicorn?" Hermione approached cautiously, afraid to offend Pabi, keeping a certain distance: "You can actually talk..."
"Magical creatures are always magical, aren't they?" Harry said with a gentle laugh, taking out the food he had prepared for Pabi from his pocket.
Once Harry took out the bread, Butter Beer, sausage, and bacon, Hermione quickly said, "You can't, Harry, unicorns don't eat these things, they only like berries..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Pabi chirping happily, munching on the bacon sausage sandwich from Harry's hand.
"...and grass," Hermione blankly finished her interrupted sentence.
Harry glanced back at the academically shattered Miss Omniscient and continued pulling things out to feed Pabi.
"It seems Miss Omniscient can be in the dark sometimes." Ron whispered behind with Seamus and Neville.
The two nodded in agreement, seeming eager to approach Pabi but backed off after recalling Hermione's words, 'unicorns only approach the purest-hearted females.'
After all, the sharp-looking horn on this Miss Unicorn's head wasn't for the faint of heart. What if they accidentally ticked off the unicorn and ended up with a transparent hole?