You Were Dumped by Cassandra! (Second Update)

Harry, of course, had no idea about that section. He tiptoed back to the Gryffindor Common Room, intending to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, it was still Potions Class.

However, he now understands why Professor Snape treated Gryffindor so badly, and his feelings towards Snape are complicated.

At least he came that night.

Hmm... who is the other person? The one calling out Dad's name...

Harry rubbed his eyes, unaware that Professor Snape was calling his name.

"Potter!" Snape narrowed his eyes, his tone unfriendly. "You think you're so great just because you stopped Quirrell's plot? Gryffindor will deduct two points for your slacking off!"

Harry simply looked up and smiled at Snape, but little did he know that this smile Gryffindor another three points.

The reason is arrogance.

"My God, he really is..."

After class, in the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron and Harry complained about Snape: "I only dislike him because I don't like you..."

"Yeah, he definitely doesn't like me because I look like my dad." Harry shrugged. "We're practically identical, except for the eyes."

"Why?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "Didn't you say that your parents and Professor Snape were very good friends? Why are you saying this now?"

It was dinnertime, and neither Seamus nor Neville were there; only the three of them were sitting idly in the Common Room.

So Harry didn't intend to hide anything and told them both about his father's actions.

"Good heavens." Hermione gasped, "Now I understand why Professor Snape hated Gryffindor. Honestly, if it were me, I would hate the whole of Gryffindor for it too..."

"Just like you hate Slytherin?" Harry glanced at Hermione.

Hermione didn't respond, tacitly agreeing with Harry's words.

Ron didn't know what to say. After thinking for a while, he said something he shouldn't have, "So what are you going to do? Are you going to apologize to him?"

Harry rolled his eyes at this.

"Oh come on, Ron. Am I supposed to go up to Professor Snape and say, 'Oh, Professor Snape, I'm sorry my dad hung you upside down and the other students—especially my mom—saw your filthy, blackened underwear that hadn't been washed in ages'—man, do you think that's an apology or a provocation?"

"I have no doubt that if you say that, Gryffindor will lose 10,000 points." Ron swallowed hard.

At noon, Harry went to the Forbidden Forest, but he couldn't find Pabbie.

When he returned, he learned from Hermione that she had informed Pabbie about Harry's fainting.

Hermione had originally planned to feed Pabbie, but Pabbie was planning to come to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to find Harry again next week.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought something had happened to Pabbie.

After the morning classes ended, it was time for the final exams.

Students are not allowed to bring their own paper and pens to the final exam; professors personally distribute specially made anti-cheating exam supplies.

In addition to the written test, there is also a practical skills test.

For example, in the final exam of the Charms Class, the short Professor Flitwick asked the students to come into the classroom one by one and see if they could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk.

Harry was having a blast. He not only made Pineapple tap dance, but he also made her dance strictly to the beat of the record that Professor Flitwick had set up.

The Transfiguration Class requires hands-on practice. Professor McGonagall watched as everyone transformed a mouse into a snuffbox—the more exquisite the box, the higher the score; if the mouse's whiskers were still on the box, points would be deducted.

When taking the Potions, the students desperately tried to recall the steps for preparing the Forgetfulness Potion.

Snape stood behind them, watching everyone intently. The students could even feel his breath on the back of their necks, which made them very nervous.

Nonsense, who wouldn't be nervous if they had such a big, greasy, black Old Bat behind them?

After all, no one wanted to get the venom sprayed by the Old Bat, especially Harry, who always felt that Professor Snape was following him like a ghost.

Soon, they faced their final exam.

The weather was really hot and humid, especially when answering questions. The classroom was even hotter than outside, and the fact that the exam subject was History of Magic made it even more stressful.

Harry and Hermione were quietly answering their exams, but to everyone's surprise, Ron, who had never been interested in the History of Magic, was writing furiously with Quill.

Even when handing in his paper, Ron was beaming with joy.

The reason is simple: the exam content... was about suppressing Goblin Rebellion.

Having spent so much time with Harry, Hermione, and Pabbie, and listened to so many stories, even if Ron were a pig, he would probably remember all the tales Pabbie told him.

What's more, the protagonist of the story is Harry Potter, the one who shares the same name as his best friend.

Because of his fondness for the house, Ron also put in an unexpectedly large amount of effort into the History of Magic.

Lying on the grass at the edge of Black Lake, Ron took a deep, happy breath, moving his arms and legs as if swimming. "How wonderful, I don't have to study anymore."

"Yes, that's wonderful."

An ethereal voice rang out around them.

"Pabbie!" Ron cheered.

Harry sat up and looked in Pabbie's direction.

"Uh... what are you doing?" He looked at Pabbie, who was eating grass with his head down, with a black line on his face.

"Hermione said that Unicorn should eat some grass," Pabbie said cheerfully, chewing on some grass.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, and she quickly said, "I'm sorry, Miss Pabbie, that's not what I meant..."

"Oh dear, this is what I've been eating in the Forbidden Forest all these years, haha..." Pabbie jumped up and down happily, then went to Harry's side and snuggled into his arms. "Harry, I heard you passed out? You really passed out?"

"It's nothing serious, Pabbie." Harry reached out and ruffled Pabbie's hair. "But I can remove the curse from your wound now."

As he spoke, he took out his wand, pointed it at Pabbie's still bleeding wound, and chanted the Dispelling Charm.

Perhaps due to the surging magic of the Philosopher's Stone, the spell worked, and Pabbie's wounds Episkey.

"They really did it!" Hermione cheered, as she couldn't stand seeing others suffer.

Even if the other person is Unicorn, Hermione always feels the same way.

"Yay!" Pabbie jumped up and down happily, bending down and saying to Harry, "Harry, Harry, come up here—"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned.

"Come on up—I'll take you for a drive—" Pabbie said cheerfully.

Harry thought for a moment, then climbed onto Pabbie's back and waved to Hermione and Ron, who were looking on with extreme envy.

"I'll be back in a bit—"

The Unicorn ran smoothly without any bumps, which was completely different from what Harry had imagined.

He hugged Pabbie's neck and said to her, "Pabbie, I've found Veratia."

"Huh?" Pabbie stopped in her tracks. "Where? Where?"

"The Map Chamber," he said succinctly.

"Oh, the Map Chamber," Pabbie said, somewhat disappointed. "Harry Veratia just a portrait there. I thought you brought her back..."

"But now we have a clue, don't we?" Harry said with a chuckle. "She even gave me the key to the vault, which contains some materials that can summon her back... Oh, right, we're still missing something called Basilisk Fang. I know you're Magical Creatures expert, do you know where the Basilisk is?"

"Basilisk?" Pabbie shook his head. "I've heard that customs detained juvenile Basilisk before, but they were destroyed—if Cassandra were still alive, her collection might include items from Basilisk. I think... you could ask her descendants?"

These words, once spoken, immediately reminded Harry of Draco's Notebook.

He made up his mind that when he got back, he would find Draco and ask him what was going on with that Notebook.

"But... Cassandra know." Pabbie whistled. "Do you remember when you and Cassandra had that fight in fourth grade? I think she mentioned that her family had a lot of Magical Creatures in their collection."

"Ah." Harry vaguely remembered it.

I don't know why, Cassandra got angry with him that time and didn't talk to him for a long time.

Harry had initially thought he would be happy because the annoying, arrogant, and obnoxious Cassandra had finally given up on the idea of taking him as a follower.

But he sadly discovered that a large, important part of his life seemed to be missing.

That day, Harry practiced Charms endlessly in the Crypt, trying to forget that feeling.

"Wow!" Pabbie exclaimed as she watched Harry vigorously dismember a dummy. "You're practicing so hard—"

The Hufflepuff girl smiled sweetly, like the warm winter sun, which could dispel the loneliness and chill that people felt.

"Don't bother me, I need to practice my Charms combinations—go over there." Harry waved his hand impatiently.

"Oh!" Pabbie exclaimed with a look of realization. With her hands behind her back, she walked briskly to Harry's side, peeking out cutely to his left. "You got dumped! You got dumped by Cassandra!"

"No, I didn't!" Harry retorted instinctively. "I wasn't dumped..."

"So that means you dumped her—" Pabbie hopped out again from his right side, his little head bouncing around. "Hehe, what's it like to dump a rich heiress?"

Frustrated, Harry unleashed a Charms at the dummy.

"Confringo!"

"It's not what you think at all!" Harry said helplessly.

"Hehe, while I'm still here, hurry up and have a good cry on my shoulder." Pabbie bent down, supporting herself on her knees with one hand, and pointed to her shoulder with the other. "Here, my shoulder—"

"Why am I crying?!" Harry asked.

"It's Christmas now, Christmas, Christmas —everyone in your dorm must have gone home by now, right?" Pabbie straightened up, put her hands behind her back, and tilted her head. "When you get back to your dorm and find yourself all alone, it'll seem even more pathetic if you secretly cry in bed."

Harry put down his wand and rolled his eyes.

"Even if I jump off this cliff, I absolutely, positively will not cry!"

"Then you can talk to me. Actually, Cassandra isn't what you think..." Pabbie sweetly, crossing her arms and looking at Harry with bright, sparkling eyes.

"I'd rather have a heart-to-heart talk with Sir Nicholas, or have a talk with Bloody Baron about my feelings." Harry waved his wand again, casting a Charms that hit the training dummy.

Pabbie puffed out his cheeks, swinging his legs aimlessly forward, and hummed, "What?! I came here out of kindness to comfort you, and look at you, not only do you not appreciate it, but you won't even talk to me about your feelings with Bloody Baron!"

"Yes!" Harry had no woman in his heart, Charms was naturally divine.

He seemed to be mistaking the mannequin for Cassandra and was practicing the Charms combination again.

Seeing that Harry was ignoring her, Pabbie swayed from side to side, her eyes darting around, and said, "Hey, Harry..."

"Leviosa (Leviosa)!" "Accio (Accio)!" "Depulso (retreat)!"

Harry practiced the Charms combinations over and over again, trying to forget the unpleasantness between him and Cassandra.

He is running away.

"Hoo?" Pabbie grinned slyly, like a little fox. She pulled out her wand, pressed it to her throat, and spoke in a Sonorus. Standing behind Harry on tiptoe, she said from behind his shoulder, "Practice your Charms, practice your Charms like crazy. It seems our poor little Harry is trying to hide his heartbreak this way~"

"Who can a broken heart love? When will the pain of abandonment subside? Only by transforming this grief and anger into strength and venting it out..."

At this point, Pabbie jumped onto the chair with boundless energy and cheered loudly.

"Let's release our pain with Charms!"

Harry put down his wand.

"Oh dear? Is little Harry exhausted? Has he finally realized something and wants to have a good talk with Cassandra...?"

Pabbie placed one hand on his chest and stretched the other forward, as if he were reciting a Shakespeare sonnet with deep feeling.

Harry looked at Pabbie.

Pabbie felt Harry's gaze and quickly stopped what she was doing, feeling a little guilty.

However, he lost his balance, struggled for a moment, and then fell down.

"Leviosa!"

Harry used Charms to make Pabbie Leviosa, thus saving the girl from falling on her bottom.

"Thank you, Harry— " Pabbie chuckled.

Harry was so angry he laughed, and it was at that moment that he realized the girl's good intentions.

"I should be thanking you, Pabbie." Harry smiled gently. "Thank you, I'm feeling much better now—"

Later... it was Pabbie's encouragement that made him realize the problem.

"I remember." Harry gently patted Pabbie's neck. "If it weren't for you, Cassandra and I might not have become friends..."

"Haha..." Pabbie looked up. "Actually, even if you hadn't gone to Cassandra back then, she probably would have come back to you anyway, and arrogantly said to you— 'Potter, you little lackey, how dare you go against me,' right?"

"You know her quite well," Harry said with a sigh.

It's raining outside now.

It's raining outside right now.

and tears are falling from my eyes

And tears were streaming down my face.

Why did it have to happen?

Why did all this happen?

Why did it all have to end?

Why does all of this have to end?

I'm a big big girl

I am a strong girl now.

in a big big world

In this vast world

It's not a big big thing

That's not a big deal.

if you leave me

If you leave me

But I do feel

But I do feel

that I do do will

I will

miuch

I miss you so much