Chapter 2809 Red Hunger (11)
Harry Potter is much thinner than people of the same age. He has a thin face, black hair, and emerald green eyes. The key is that he is short-sighted. Brother always likes to punch his nose.
Although James also has myopia, but myopia is not hereditary, so how could Harry be myopic?
"They let him live in a closet!" Minerva could hardly control her emotions, and shouted on the silent Hogsmeade path in the snow, "Can you believe that they let a boy live in a closet?" inside!"
"It's incredible," Pomona said, nodding.
"There's no light in that closet, let alone show him TV!" Minerva pulled her cloak up. "They never took Harry to visit the Potters, nor did they take a picture of him. It's like He was never in that house."
"It's too much," Pomona said angrily.
"They didn't buy him anything but a box for the fat boy," Minerva said.
Pomona was a little puzzled.
"What box?"
"It's about this big." Minerva gestured with both hands. "There are images to watch like a TV, but a piano keyboard is placed in front."
Pomona still didn't understand what Minerva was saying.
"It's expensive," Minerva said. "Too expensive for a child's toy."
"I thought you knew why Albus sent Harry away," said Pomona.
Minerva seemed to be having a hard time explaining to her, when there was a crisp sound of "click" in the woods.
"Who's there!" Minerva yelled.
No one spoke.
"Maybe the snow broke the branches," Pomona said.
"I see you." Minerva raised her wand. "Don't make me do it."
After a while, even Pomona felt that Minerva was suspicious, and a girl came out of the Forbidden Forest with her hands raised.
"Why are you here, Liz!" asked Pomona.
"I'm collecting materials." Liz said with a bitter face.
"Go back now!" said Pomona.
Liz ran away immediately.
When she was gone, Minerva put away her wand and listed to Pomona all the "evil deeds" of Petunia's family.
"Albus said it would be better for the boy to grow up away from all this." In the Three Broomsticks, Minerva and Pomona sat in their old seats, drinking Canyon Springs, saying "But I don't think it's Must be a good idea."
"Petunia is Lily's sister, and they are related to Harry." Pomona said listlessly, taking a long gulp of butterbeer.
"They are the worst Muggles I have ever seen. I don't think Harry will be treated well in their family. Growing up in such a bad environment, what if he becomes a problem boy in the future."
"You should trust Albus."
"I wish I could, but you know what a problem children can be when they grow up in an environment that lacks kindness." Minerva drank the wine in her glass in one gulp and asked the landlady to refill herself.
Pomona can't remember which book it's in, but it goes something like this, good intentions may be trivial, but they have amazing power to change us, more powerful than any technology.
"We're living in an ice age," Pomona murmured.
This kind of cold does not refer to the temperature, but the indifference between people, which began almost in the industrial revolution and has continued until now, making the world today fragmented and shallow.
"What?" Minerva didn't seem to hear clearly.
"Nothing." Pomona took a sip of her butterbeer, not wanting to dwell on the subject.
Minerva would be serious when she got serious, and the two of them came out today for fun, and she didn't want to spoil the fun.
"Would you get drunk with this non-alcoholic drink?" Minerva complained. "Which house do you think Harry will enter in the future?"
"It's definitely not my house." Pomona smiled resolutely. "I guess it's probably Gryffindor."
"Because his parents were both Gryffindors?"
"Part of it." Pomona took another sip of her wine, "and also because Gryffindor is the best house in Hogwarts."
"Oh." Minerva was a little flattered, "You don't need to compliment me."
"This is not a compliment, but a fact." Pomona said with a sweet smile without blinking her eyes.
The door of the bar was opened again, and the doorbell made a crisp and pleasant sound, and the noisy voice behind the two suddenly became quiet.
Pomona and Minerva involuntarily looked towards the door. The person who came was completely dark, with snow still falling on his shoulders. His black eyes quickly scanned the people in the bar, and finally landed on the two of them.
Pomona still remembers the scene of taking the newborn Snotlite to Broomstick 38 to celebrate his birthday. At that time, he and Lily each had a glass of butterbeer. It was the first time for both of them to drink this kind of wizard drink. There are white mustaches on the lips.
How cute they both looked then.
It was difficult for her to connect the intimidating wizard in front of her with the "innocent and lovely" Slytherin freshman.
She turned away involuntarily and took a long gulp of her drink.
The butter beer with ginger juice is delicious, but the ginger juice has settled down, and the spicy taste made her almost choke herself to death after drinking it in one sip.
Coughing was nothing in a noisy bar, but it became the only sound at this quiet moment, or the only sound, she could hear a footstep getting closer to her.
"I heard that he has been eating at Hogsmeade recently. You haven't reconciled yet?" Minerva asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"I don't want to talk about that," Pomona said tearfully, her lungs coughing up.
Just as Pomona finished speaking, the youngest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts recently squeezed out her mentor. The 22-year-old Severus Snape was sitting next to her, and everyone around her was staring at him. look at him.
"What would you like?" asked the beautiful Mrs. Rostamo.
"No, thank you." He turned his eyes to the two of them calmly, "I have a task."
"What mission?" asked a drinker, "Getting information for your master?"
Severus ignored him, and the man stood up angrily, feeling neglected.
"Principal Dumbledore made it very clear at the trial that Professor Snape is serving us, and he is still working at Hogwarts. His mission was also given by Albus Dumbledore, the chief mage of the Wizengamot !" Minerva stared at the standing drinker with a straight face. "Do you have any questions, Mr. Brian Cooper?"
The good thing about teaching at Hogwarts is that all the younger wizards in the Three Broomsticks are students of Minerva McGonagall.
Brian Cooper sat back in his seat resentfully as if he had been called in class, and soon the tavern resumed its noise.
"What did Albus ask you to do?" Pomona asked Severus, turning her face.
He pursed his lips and smirked, dragged his tone, and said slowly, "White Wizard asked me to watch over you, don't get drunk and find your way back to school."
"You should call him Headmaster," Minerva corrected.
"I think the name 'White Wizard' is more suitable for him. There are many principals in this world, but he is the only one who is qualified to be called the White Wizard."
"He invented butterbeer, too," Madame Rostamo said now. "He's such an old fellow with a sweet tooth."
Pomona glanced at her glass. It was precisely because she knew that Minerva wanted to drink two more glasses that she didn't drink any alcoholic beverages. It was not completely safe to go back through the path through the Forbidden Forest, but it was not possible to drink two more drinks. Everyone is drunk.
Then, unexpectedly, she met Severus' eyes.
She quickly turned her eyes to look elsewhere, hiding her unease by appearing to be drinking.
Then she realized that her hands were shaking.
What's wrong with you, is it necessary to be so nervous when you see the snot-nosed man?
She glared at her hand angrily, put the wine glass on the bar with a "bang" angrily, and asked the proprietress to give herself another glass of butter beer.
In the end, she didn't know where to make him laugh.
"Why don't you have some grown-up drinks?"
"What does it have to do with you!" She arched her back like a cat whose hair has exploded.
"I guess Harry Potter will sort into Slytherin houses," said a man.
Everyone looked at him.
It was only then that Pomona realized that it was Barnaby who was speaking. He was not wearing a school uniform, but a dark red coat with light red patterns on the cuffs. He was sitting alone at a long table drinking butter beer .
"How do you say that?" said a man in the bar.
"Slytherins had interesting childhoods, didn't Potter's parents die?" Barnaby said.
"Who would find such a childhood interesting?" said the man in the bar.
"Me, my parents died today and I'm here to celebrate," Barnaby said.
"you this……"
"They're both Death Eaters," said Barnaby, before the other cursed. "Isn't that supposed to be a celebration?"
No one spoke.
"Do you think I'm right, Master?" Barnaby asked Snape.
"Congratulations indeed." Severus picked up the butterbeer Madam Rostamo had given Pomona. "Congratulations, both parents."
Barnaby raised his glass too, and they both drank the butterbeer.
"The drinks of these three are mine," said Barnaby to Mrs. Rostamo, and taking up his cloak and hat, he left the three broomsticks.
"He's crazy," said a guest in the bar after Barnaby disappeared through the door.
"How about some wine to drink back?" Severus asked.
"I agree," Pomona said. "I'm still going to Liz Stewart."
"What's wrong with her?" one of the drinkers asked.
"How do I know!" Pomona said angrily, "That's why I have to go back and ask!"
"What would you like?" Madame Rostamo asked.
"Is he rich?" Minerva asked.
Madame Rostamo nodded.
Then Minerva ordered several expensive wines, and after Mrs. Rostamo packed them, the three left the bar.
"I don't want to go back and drink, let's go to the Screaming Shack!" Minerva yelled. "That's where my dorm room was when I was young!"
It took Pomona and Severus to hold her up.
A carriage pulled by a Thestral was parked outside the bar. After they sent Minerva up, Benbie sat opposite the sofa.
"Who will drive, no..."
"They've traveled this way many times," Severus interrupted Pomona. "They'll go back on their own."
At this time, the carriage really moved, as if using some magic spell, it turned by itself.
She checked Minerva, Minerva didn't know whether she was drunk or awake, her eyes didn't open.
"Barnaby's clothes just now..."
"Apparently for the Celestial Ball," Severus said. "Do you know who he went with?"
Pomona shook his head, even Bill and Charlie didn't go, who else would Barnaby date?
The carriage continued on, towards the castle.
She remembered a line from the pastime book: The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner.
Who else would think Hogwarts was a prison but herself?
She is really crazy.
