"Because unicorns can't drink coffee, Harry," Pabi said softly, "I am a unicorn, a uni~corn~"
As she spoke, she swayed left and right while seated, lightly bumping her head against Harry, swinging like a tumbler.
"But aren't you in human form now?" Harry said with a darkened face, "You see, my godfather, although he's a dog Animagus, hasn't he eaten chocolate in human form before..."
"In fact, an Animagus can't eat those things in animal form, but in human form, it's not a problem," Newt interjected, looking down, "We still don't know the reason, but that's the reality."
Harry spread his hands, thinking of Professor McGonagall.
Hmm... Professor McGonagall in human form doesn't have any strange reactions to catnip. Thinking of such a serious and stern old lady acting like a cat is truly a bit off-putting.
"Is Professor Dumbledore an Animagus?" Harry asked casually, "I mean, I know he's not an Animagus, I'm just curious, if he were, what animal form he'd have."
As soon as he finished speaking, Newt, who was usually socially anxious, slowly raised his head, sharing a moment of eye contact with Harry.
"A bee," they both nodded in unison.
"Just because he likes sweets doesn't mean he's a bee," Pabi offered a different opinion, "He could also be a bear—they also like to eat honey!"
"That's impossible, Professor Dumbledore can't be a black bear," they both said in unison.
Pabi thought it over and agreed; Dumbledore, that little old man, isn't fat. On the contrary, he's quite thin.
But they didn't know that in some future community and region, bears often represent something quite gross.
"So are you going to ride me for a spin?" Pabi suddenly stood up grandly, "Come on, I've been looking forward to it; the last time we played together was two years ago—oh, ever since Vivi came back, you haven't ridden me."
Harry hung his head with an awkward line on his face, no, big sister, your words are too ambiguous!
That's your unicorn form; I was just riding you like a horse, not that kind of 'driving,' okay?
Clearly, Newt had already misunderstood.
He was looking at Pabi and Harry with eyes full of curiosity, thinking of them as the New Continent—how do these two play it so big?
"Hey." Pabi was still tugging at Harry's sleeve, swaying, "Let's go, let's go out together, okay? Is that okay, okay, okay, okay?"
"There's still stuff to do, Pabi." Harry was getting dizzy from the swaying, "Some urgent matters, I need your help..."
Hearing Harry was seeking her help, Pabi instantly perked up.
"What? You want me to help you?" Pabi said without hesitation, "No problem, Harry—you've found the right person. Tell me, what's the matter?"
"It's still about the Mind Sealing Spell."
Harry decided to make a long story short, recounting everything about the events in the Map Secret Room to Pabi.
"...That's basically the situation." Harry adjusted his glasses, "Anyway, Vivi has already moved all the paintings out, so now the Map Secret Room is just an empty shell, the professors are all gone, and no one can monitor while I practice the Mind Sealing Spell... so I thought of you."
"Oh!" Pabi said, pouting, "How could Vivi be so bad! Listen, Harry, with me there—just relax, I'll make sure you're completely safe, trust me."
"I trust you, Pabi," Harry patted Pabi on the shoulder.
"Oh, by the way," Pabi added again, "maybe we could go to Mr. Leme's Alchemy Room together? After all, Mr. Leme is a 600-year-old alchemist, and he can teach you some of the Mind Sealing Spell methods from a senior's perspective. What do you think?"
"I think that's a great suggestion!" Harry said approvingly.
As someone who takes action, Harry is always eager to do what he thinks.
He brought Pabi along to Mr. Leme's Alchemy Room and planned to send a note to Little Sirius, but Lupin told him that Little Sirius went to the Muggle World, seemingly having developed a close connection with a Muggle girl.
Lupin had tried to speak as euphemistically as possible, but Harry still understood what he meant.
That's a good thing...
But considering that it's a Muggle girl, Harry decided not to inform Walburga Black's portrait just yet.
He wanted to have some peace and quiet over the summer holidays, to avoid the portrait's big commotion.
"Your idea is really good, Harry," Mr. Leme said approvingly after listening to Harry's explanation, "but it still needs some detail work on the magic level—your magic power is sufficient, but the Mind Sealing Spell tests your spiritual power... which I'm thinking..."
Mr. Leme turned and trotted briskly into his small room.
In no time, he came out holding a blue gem.
"Here, take this," Mr. Leme handed the blue gem to Harry, "This can convert one's magic power into spiritual power, and this is exactly what you need right now—come on, take this, and lie on the sofa over there. Miss Swedding and Mr. Scamander, along with me, will keep an eye on you."
Newt, looking down, quickly nodded when Mr. Leme mentioned his name.
Harry took the gem, and instantly, a warm feeling surged from his feet to his head.
That transparent feeling was something he hadn't experienced in many years.
"This gem..." Harry played with the gem and looked up at Mr. Leme, "Does it really work?"
At Harry's words, Mr. Leme's face dropped a little.
What do you mean, would I give you something useless?
Realizing his misspeak, Harry apologized and lay down on the sofa.
He closed his eyes and began constructing a model in his mind, as instructed by Professor Luke Wood.
...
Half an hour later.
Harry opened his eyes with a frown.
It should be said that Professor Luke Wood's method isn't right either.
Not that it's wrong, all three professors' thoughts were good, but just parts of them were right.
Maybe...
Combine all three of their methods and try?
Thinking this way, Harry gave Pabi a reassuring look and closed his eyes again.
While constructing the model in his mind, Harry also increased the rate of converting magic power into spiritual power.
Since he absorbed the Magic Stone, Harry's magic strength and total quantity had reached a terrifying level.
By increasing the conversion rate of spiritual power, the spiritual power could also reach a level difficult for ordinary people to attain.
No, maybe even a genius couldn't attain it.
Thus, areas that were obscure before suddenly seemed to unravel smoothly under the force of spiritual energy.
Controlling this portion of spiritual power, Harry had a sudden inspiration and began sketching out the Map Secret Room in his consciousness.
After constructing the Map Secret Room, Harry felt he still had surplus capacity, so he continued to construct the entire Hogwarts Castle.
Even after doing so, Harry still felt he had strength to spare, so he pushed forward, and he constructed the entire Hogwarts Basin before stopping.
It wasn't that his spiritual power was running low; he just felt that if something went wrong if he continued, it would be difficult to manage the aftermath.
He tried smashing the entire Hogwarts Castle in the spiritual world, and to his astonishment, merely entertaining the thought caused the castle in his consciousness to collapse with a roar.
Seeing the Hogwarts Castle, painstakingly constructed, collapse, Harry panicked, and a miracle occurred. Just as his mind fleetingly thought of repairing it, the castle, shattered to pieces, instantly restored itself.
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