Harry thought that women are the most difficult to understand in the world—and Cassandra is even more challenging than the average woman.
But for some reason, Pabi seems to understand Cassandra the best, and it's not just Pabi; even Vivi gets her quite well.
However, neither of them ever shared their insights with him, so he still didn't know how to communicate with Cassandra effectively.
"Your suggestion is great, Pabi," Harry said, "I think I should first go to the Malfoy family and ask them if they have any Snake Monster Poison Fang—if they do, I can buy some."
"Or the store in Diagon Alley," Pabi added, "I remember Borgin and Burkes sells these kinds of banned items; I think he definitely has the channels."
"Hard to say, Mr. Bok isn't everything," Harry said as he noticed Pabi's body slightly leaning forward.
"What's up?" he asked.
Pabi lifted her head and said cheerfully, "Lowering my head to graze."
Harry: ...
Forget it, after all, she's a unicorn now.
"Don't worry, Pabi," Harry said sadly, "When Vivi returns, she will certainly find a way to change you back into a human."
"Hee, really?" Pabi joyfully jumped a couple of times and added, "Actually, being like this is pretty nice—you see, Magical Creatures are very friendly to me, and you know I love them the most."
Seeing Harry about to say something more, Pabi quickly interrupted him.
"Rather than this, I think you should hurry to figure out a way to rescue Vivi—" she neighed twice, "While I enjoy carefree company with Magical Creatures in the Forbidden Forest, she's confined in the Slytherin study room all alone for over a hundred years!"
"Hmm, you're right, Pabi," Harry said as he reached out to stroke Pabi's mane.
Pabi cheerfully neighed twice, carried Harry around the Forbidden Forest a couple of times, then brought him back to the Black Lake.
Hermione and Ron were there, one sprawled on the ground, the other skipping stones.
"Hey, Hermione, Ron," Harry leaped off the unicorn, smiling as he greeted his friends.
Hermione tilted her head, giving a disdainful sound.
She really wished she could ride a unicorn galloping about...
But she also knew well that unicorns are not like horses; despite their similar appearance, if you treat them like ordinary horses, you're the one that will end up unlucky.
Someone once tried riding a unicorn but, unfortunately, ended up with a transparent hole in his chest.
Only those particularly approved by unicorns can ride them.
"Well, see you tomorrow," Harry waved to Pabi.
"Sure thing, Harry," Pabi shook her head, "I heard you're participating in the Quidditch finals? Can I come then?"
"Of course you can, Pabi," Ron and Hermione said together, "We can make a spot for you in Gryffindor if you'd like. We could even make you the Gryffindor Unicorn!"
"Thank you for the kind thought, but I'm actually a Hufflepuff," the unicorn winked and smiled, "But I can certainly visit Gryffindor."
"Yay!" the two youngsters cheered together.
The next afternoon, Pabi arrived at the Quidditch stadium as promised.
For the unicorn visiting, the professors extended a warm welcome.
Such a pure and noble creature visiting Hogwarts is truly Merlin's blessing!
Pabi politely declined the professors' invitations and followed Hermione and Ron to the Gryffindor stands, taking Harry's usual spot.
This match was the Quidditch finals of this school year: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.
Mrs. Hooqi sat on her broom, blowing the whistle to start the match.
Harry caught the Golden Snitch within just three seconds, setting the fastest record in Hogwarts history.
And thus received a nickname—the Fastest Man.
This nickname was given by the Weasley Twins. The two boys surely had no other intention, but Harry couldn't help feeling awkward about it.
Gryffindor's captain Wood was beaming with joy; winning the Quidditch championship was his biggest dream since enrolling.
And now, through everyone's collective effort—with a particular thanks to the three-second wonder.
Harry felt a bit doomed; he never imagined that the meanest nickname givers at school weren't the Weasley Twins, nor Professor Snape, nor Draco Malfoy.
It was, in fact, the captain right here, Oliver Wood.
"No, I don't want to be the three-second wonder!" Harry shouted in despair.
But it was useless as he was excitedly tossed about in the air by the enthusiastic Gryffindor students.
Fortunately, his protest had some effect, and the nickname didn't stick around for long, being powerfully vetoed.
A very bad nickname, with love from Professor McGonagall.
Pabi had already left at some point, and Harry couldn't find him after searching around, so he resigned himself to the thought.
After celebrating with the Gryffindor students, Harry headed to the hall.
Miss Fari was already waiting for him at the entrance; seeing Harry arrive, she quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Hello, Jemma," Harry nodded at her, "Could you please call Draco for me? I need to discuss something with him... same old place, the abandoned classroom on the second floor."
"Alright." Jemma nodded, curtsied slightly, and turned away.
Harry also headed to the abandoned classroom on the second floor.
Before long, Draco Malfoy arrived at the door.