"I think I should go check in with Mr. Leme along with Tina," Mr. Scamander said with some excitement. His aged face couldn't hide his anticipation, "I actually love magical creatures—it's just that unicorns never get close to human males..."
Speaking of which...
Harry thought Pabi seemed quite similar to Mr. Scamander, in a way.
"But this name..." Mr. Scamander recalled for a moment, "It sounds somewhat familiar, seems like one of my ancestors was called Pabi..."
Harry glanced at Newt, still wondering to himself...
The British Magic World is really small, it feels like anyone you pull out can be related to someone else.
Hmm... maybe there are even descendants of Sebastian and Omnius now? Harry pondered.
Just as Harry was daydreaming, Mr. Scamander finally remembered.
"Oh, I remember now," Mr. Scamander said, "My mother, Linda Scamander, had the surname Swedding before she got married. She had a sister named Pabi, Pabi Swedding. Like my mother and me, they both loved magical creatures..."
Harry: Huh?
Oh, so a passion for magical creatures can be inherited?
"Sorry, hearing that name feels really endearing to me," Mr. Scamander said with an embarrassed smile, "But my mother said that my aunt went missing before I was born, and no one knows her whereabouts... Well, they say unicorns live a long time, so perhaps the unicorn with the same name as my aunt was her friend."
Harry thought, she doesn't just know your aunt, she is your aunt.
But saying that... even if he said it, Mr. Scamander might not believe it; he might even feel offended.
So Harry chose to remain silent. If Pabi wanted, she would naturally tell him herself.
"In that case, I should set off as soon as possible," Mr. Scamander seemed a bit impatient, "My mother's dying wish was to find my aunt, so if this Miss Unicorn could have news of her, that would be wonderful."
"I hope so," Harry said to Mr. Scamander.
Mr. Scamander appeared to be a bit impatient. He quickly apologized to Hagrid and Harry, got up, and left the small house.
He seemed to be heading home quickly to pick up his wife, Tina, to go to France to visit Pabi.
However, just as he stepped out the door, he turned around and pulled out his magic wand.
There was a clinking sound from inside the house, as if a plate had fallen to the ground and shattered.
"Accio Niffler!"
Mr. Scamander flicked his magic wand, and in Harry's sight, a black platypus flew out of Hagrid's cupboard.
"Sorry, it always likes to run around, this little guy..." Mr. Scamander said with an embarrassed smile.
"It's alright, I really like them," Hagrid said, patting his beard.
Mr. Scamander put the struggling Niffler into his pocket and turned to leave Hagrid's small house.
Watching Mr. Scamander gradually walk away until he disappeared from view, Hagrid finally covered his mouth with both hands, looking very surprised.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe there could be such a connection..."
"Yeah, truly unbelievable," Harry said sincerely; he hadn't expected it either.
A hundred years ago, Harry hadn't heard Pabi mention she had a sister, nor had she talked about her family.
Moreover, her sister's son wouldn't have the surname Swedding, so Harry didn't think of this connection either.
"Want some rock cake?" Hagrid pulled out several large pieces of rock cake—each as big as a wheel—from the cupboard and handed them to Harry.
Harry initially wanted to politely decline, but Hagrid had already handed them over, so he could only thank and accept them.
Hmm... go back and soak them in water to eat. If soaked until soft, they might actually be quite...
Wait, that's not right?
Why not soak some in cocoa powder or milk? Wouldn't that taste even better?
Thinking of this, Harry asked again, "Are there any more rock cakes, Hagrid? I plan to take some back for Hermione and Ron."
"Oh, yes," Hagrid was delighted that Harry seemed to like his rock cakes so much, handing over ten or more.
Harry stuffed the rock cakes into his bag and waved goodbye to Hagrid.
"Goodbye, Hagrid," he said.
"Goodbye, Harry," Hagrid waved with a smile.
Since today was Sunday and also Halloween, there were no classes at the school.
Harry, holding a piece of rock cake, made his way back to the castle from Hagrid's hut.
He sat at Gryffindor's long table until after ten o'clock when Ron and the others finally arrived, yawning.
"Oh my gosh, Harry," Ron said, yawning, "You're up so early—what's that in your hand?"
He couldn't quite make it out.
"Rock cake, Hagrid asked me to bring some for you," Harry said innocently.
Upon hearing Harry's words, Ron's expression changed instantly.
"Oh my Merlin!" he said in shock, "Harry, are you trying to murder us? Oh my, these rock cakes, how are we supposed to eat something this big?"
"Don't worry," Harry took out his magic wand and broke the rock cakes into small pieces.
"But this still isn't something we can eat," Ron picked up a small piece and knocked it on the table—
The rock cake was true to its name, making a sound just like a stone hitting the table.
"See, is this something humans can eat?" he said angrily.
Then he realized he might have misspoken and hurriedly added, "I didn't mean to refer to Hagrid."