Pabbie: Only Harry Treats Me Like a Person

As it turns out, even Dumbledore was immune to Gellert's words.

He had paid attention to Grindelwald, but in his opinion, it was impossible for Grindelwald to be as Gellert claimed, not only hoarding Dark Arts items but also becoming another Grindelwald, the leader of the Magical World Witchcraft Party.

Therefore, he did not believe Gellert's "nonsense" at all. Dumbledore, who knew Gellert very well, believed that he was just a brat trying to get attention.

In fact, what he was thinking wasn't that different...

Veratia, who was studying in the Muggle world, had no idea what kind of big trouble her younger brother was up to.

After attending classes in the Muggle world for a few days, she returned to Hogwarts and checked in.

Thanks to the Time-Turner, she anticipates graduating from Hogwarts next year and also graduating from Muggle university.

During dinner that evening, Veratia even showed off the little gift she bought from the Muggle world to Harry.

"What's this?" Harry asked curiously, holding the little doll.

"I went to the concert and received a souvenir as a gift," Veratia said with a smile.

Harry was holding the little doll, which looked Asia in style... well, black hair, black eyes.

"Oh, isn't this Ms. Yuki Morikawa?"

Hermione leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. "It's her doll... Sister Veratia, did you go to her concert?"

"Oh, I think that's the name," Veratia raised an eyebrow. "That name is really hard to pronounce, but the song is really good. I think it's called ' White Album.' It would be great if there were an English or German version."

"So that's how it is." Hermione's eyes sparkled.

"Here, since you like it, it's yours." Veratia took the little doll from Harry's hand and put it in Hermione's hand.

"This... this isn't appropriate, is it?" Hermione asked hesitantly. "This is a gift you gave to Harry..."

Hearing this, Veratia couldn't help but chuckle and said, "He's still a child, how could I possibly buy him a woman's doll? It was just something for him to see. Since you like it, I'll give it to you—don't worry, Harry won't object."

Harry nodded and said, "I really have no objection."

He really didn't want the little doll.

"However, Ms. Morikawa's love life is quite complicated," Hermione muttered, fiddling with the doll. "I remember she and her best friend both fell for the same man, and it ended with her losing completely... But ever since then, she's focused on her career."

"Why?" Veratia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've heard some rumors about this too. It seems that Ms. Morikawa has been busy with her career and neglected her boyfriend's feelings, which is why Ms. Ogata was able to take advantage of her..."

Veratia suddenly felt that Hermione seemed to be implying something in her words.

Are you so busy with your career that you've neglected your boyfriend's feelings?

She scoffed inwardly, thinking that her relationship with her boyfriend wasn't strong enough.

If their relationship were truly stronger than gold, would their best friend have taken advantage of them for such a reason?

This was just a minor incident, and Veratia didn't take it to heart.

Time flies, and May is here in the blink of an eye.

In May, Hogwarts is lush and vibrant with life, a perfect early spring weather.

It should be said that even in spring, Hogwarts is still frosty and dewy in the mornings and evenings.

When the wind blows, it goes straight into people's necks and armpits, so you have to wear thick clothes to keep out the cold.

Professor Snape assigned a long paper to the students, who groaned and groaned as if they had been stuffed with a nest of Niffler in their bed.

Nobody wants to do homework, except for Hermione, Academic Bully who's so bored she's practically bursting with boredom.

"Hey Hermione," Ron whispered in the Great Hall, "Could you let me copy your paper? Good heavens, it's so painful! Eleven inches! How am I supposed to finish it?"

"No way!" Hermione said sternly, "Ron, only your own homework is truly yours—what do you get out of copying my homework?"

"To find happiness," Ron replied without hesitation.

"That's not real happiness, Ronald!" Hermione slammed her fist on the table. "If you don't want to be punished by Professor Snape in class, you'd better write it yourself!"

Ron reluctantly pouted and then lowered his head in annoyance.

"You should write it yourself, Ron," Harry advised his friend. "You could have finished it long ago while you were borrowing a paper from Hermione..."

"But this is eleven inches!" Ron exclaimed. "How are we ever going to finish writing this?"

"Why don't you widen the gap between the two words?" Seamus said from the side. "Look, like this, widen the gap between the two words—but be careful not to leave too big a gap, lest Professor Snape notice something amiss. Like this, it's just right, not too big or too small."

Ron considered it carefully and thought it was indeed feasible.

"I must say, you're a genius, Seamus," Ron praised sincerely. "How could I not have thought of that? Good heavens..."

In fact, it has been proven that Seamus's method was absolutely correct.

Professor Snape only specified the length of the paper, not the word count.

Don't underestimate the power of slightly increased spacing. The gaps between so many words can save you a hundred or two words.

It must be admitted that Seamus is an absolute genius.

"I think you guys should avoid using such underhanded methods, Seamus and Ron."

Hermione frowned and said, "I think Professor Snape will definitely notice your cleverness and then give you an extra paper to write as punishment. You'll be in for a tough time."

"Don't worry, that greasy-haired Old Bat won't find out," Ron said nonchalantly.

"Well, well..."

Snape's greasy voice came from behind him.

Ron looked horrified, as if he had seen a Giant Spider.

He turned his head, trembling, and met Snape's dark eyes.

"A good suggestion, Miss Granger. Gryffindor will add a point to your suggestion."

After giving Hermione credit, Snape looked at Ron with the same look he gave a slug.

"Also, Mr. Weasley, you will receive two extra eleven-inch papers. Remember—no plagiarism allowed. I will be keeping a close eye on your papers."

"Gryffindor will deduct five points for insulting the professor behind his back."

With that, Professor Snape floated away.

"I don't think you should speak ill of Professor Snape in the Great Hall next time," Hermione said, patting Ron on the shoulder with pity. "At least wait until you're back in the Gryffindor Common Room. He can't possibly follow you all the way to Gryffindor territory, can he?"

After saying that, Hermione lowered her head and whispered to Ron, "However, I can help you with a paper, but you'll have to copy it by hand after I finish writing it."

"Thank you, Hermione," Ron said, looking at Hermione with teary eyes.

He really is...

He'd rather tap dance with the Giant Spider than write a paper for Potions Class.

That was incredibly agonizing.

Harry has been searching for Merlin's ruins lately.

But he returned to school to finish the paper Snape left him before going to find the ruins.

Harry wasn't afraid of Snape, he just didn't want to lose points with Snape because of this.

He knew about the little conflict between his living father and Snape, and if given the chance, he believed Snape would definitely deduct a thousand points from Gryffindor, simply because he didn't do his homework.

At the same time, they could even pin other charges on them, such as disrespecting professors.

While Harry was writing his paper by the Black Lake, Pabbie unexpectedly appeared beside him.

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"Harry, Harry ~" Pabbie tugged at Harry's sleeve. "Come play with me, play with me!"

"I'm writing a paper, Pabbie," Harry said helplessly.

"I'll write it for you!"

After saying that, Pabbie snatched Harry's paper and hid it somewhere.

"Where did you hide?" Harry searched her body, but found nothing.

"Hahahaha... Harry, stop touching me, stop touching me~" Pabbie was a little ticklish from being scratched, and laughed loudly with his head tilted back. "You play with me, and I'll help you write your paper. That's a perfectly reasonable thing, isn't it?"

"You..."

Harry wanted to say, "How can you pick up a pen and do your homework looking like that?"

But the words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

He still wanted to treat Pabbie like a normal person, to make her feel useful and needed, so as not to dredge up her painful memories.

"Okay, it's settled then." Harry reached out and rubbed Pabbie's face. "You help me with my homework, and I'll play with you..."

"Yay!" Pabbie said, jumping up and down with joy.

Harry spent the whole day playing with Pabbie on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest before Pabbie reluctantly said goodbye to Harry.

"Come over and play when you're tired," Pabbie said softly. "Don't overwork yourself. Finding Cassandra isn't something that can be done in a day or two, so don't ruin your health."

"Okay—" Harry waved his hand and said.

At night, in the tent, Pabbie sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a pen in his mouth and writing and drawing on paper.

"How about I help you, Auntie?" Newt said with some concern.

He didn't quite understand why Harry would let Unicorn write his thesis.

Isn't this just pure exploitation of Unicorn?

"No, this is a job Harry gave me!" Pabbie said earnestly. "You all think I'm a ghost, you all think I'm Unicorn —only Harry sees me as a normal person..."

Then, because of the opening and closing of his mouth, the pen fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Oh no, the pen nib is broken!" Pabbie said, on the verge of tears.

Newt sighed and used a restoration Charms to Reparo.

"I don't think Harry treats you like a human being, "Newt muttered to himself.

"This body is so useless," Pabbie said sadly. "If I had two hands, wouldn't I be able to do so many things?"

Harry participated in the Quidditch Match at the end of May as scheduled—but there's not much to say about it. In the match against Hufflepuff, Harry caught the Golden Snitch in the fourteenth minute, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Match with a score of 190:40.

For this match, Veratia specially returned to Hogwarts from the Muggle world.

As a Slytherin, she stood on the Slytherin's long table, holding a flag in support of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and happily cheering for Harry.

The Slytherin students around dared not be angry or speak out, after all, they really couldn't beat the girl named Grindelwald in front of them.

It should be said that the Slytherin students have always been pragmatic. Since they couldn't beat them, they had no choice but to join in. So, under Miss Farley's influence, some Slytherin reluctantly began to cheer Harry on.

However, it seemed that Draco was doing it voluntarily; he raised both arms and shouted encouragement to Harry.

Everyone else thought he was impressed by Harry's abilities, but only Draco knew that he was cheering for his future great-uncle!

The victory made Wood very happy; in his view, this year was another good year to win the Quidditch.

In fact, Wood wasn't just popping champagne at halftime. As long as Harry, the Seeker, was there, they would never lose—even against Slytherin.

"So what if he has a good Seeker?" The Slytherin students glared at Oliver Wood with resentment, especially Marcus Flint, who was practically shoving him in the face.

Wood wasn't angry; he just chuckled and said, "Yes, then why don't you Slytherin have any?"

This one sentence not only made the Slytherin students feel depressed, but also the Ravenclaw students.

However... Hufflepuff's classmates didn't care; in their opinion, Cedric Diggory was already good enough.

It's not that Cedric isn't good enough, but that Harry is simply monstrous.

I encountered the Gryffindor Quidditch team by chance. Their Seeker was as strong as a monster, and I couldn't defeat them no matter how hard I tried.

Over the past few months, Harry has searched almost every inch of the Merlin's ruins in Scotland.

As it turns out, the Merlin's ruins do indeed seem to recharge themselves, remaining exactly as they were when he first underwent the Merlin's trials with Cassandra a century later.

However, he didn't have enough Moonpetal leaves, and if he wanted to get some more, he would have to go to Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley to buy them.

Because he hadn't been seen at school for a while, Colin's interest in him seemed to have waned.

Colin now like a wild dog that has broken free of its reins, taking pictures of everyone at school with his camera, and he seems to enjoy it immensely.

The students didn't have any objections, since everyone liked being able to take photos for free.

Muggle cameras can also take moving photos, but a special solution needs to be applied to the photo to convert it from JPG to GIF.

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