Chapter 3 Death Eaters

If there's anything good about Pomona's father, whom she has never met, it's that he's very rich and generous, as if he's making up for his failures as a father and husband in this way.

Mrs. Sprout rented her an underground vault in Gringotts when she was young, in which there were a lot of silver bars besides Galleons, which is why Pomona liked Hufflepuff Well, it never occurred to Mrs. Sprout to take advantage of her youth and ignorance to make a fortune.

In her words, gold can't fill her stomach. She planted a lot of crops in the valley and raised a lot of chickens. She was born as a Muggle and experienced World War I. Almost all relatives were lost during World War II. Contacted.

The bloody battlefield looks tragic, but it is the civilians who are more injured by the war. Mrs. Sprout makes delicious food not to satisfy the appetite, but to cherish the food, because delicious food is not appreciated by people. Willing to waste, people hate to reject it when it tastes terrible, especially if it doesn't look delicious, even if it is very delicious, it will be saved for last.

The young woman who came out of the back hall was very beautiful. She had long smooth black hair and shining eyes, fair skin without a trace of blemish, three-dimensional facial features like sculptures, and a slim and graceful figure. It's just that her expression is very haughty, and she has an aura that is completely different from Mrs. Sprout's. If Mrs. Sprout conjured up sunny valleys full of flowers and tables full of good food, this pretty girl conjured up dark, dank cellars.

In the animal world, the snake's natural enemy is the badger, but this is the magical world. Hufflepuff's students want to see the natural enemy when they see Slytherin, and Pomona's hair is about to explode.

"I thought who it was, it turned out to be a freshman who hasn't entered school yet." The black-haired girl put her waist down and looked at Pomona with a contemptuous smile. With a free and unrestrained wild temperament "Dare to report your name, little guy? I swear I will take good care of you after school starts."

At this moment, Pomona remembered Pete's words, "Don't talk to anyone." If a Hufflepuff wants to spend the seven years at Hogwarts in peace and safety, he must first bear in mind one thing, that is, stay away from Slater. Lin, at this moment Pomona feels like a little badger who fell into a snake's nest, and she regrets that she acted so high-profile just now.

Just when Pomona was about to cry, the black-haired girl seemed to realize something suddenly, glanced around the store quickly, and then began to curse, "Damn it! Sirius Black! Where are you!"

"He's gone out with the Potter boys," said a kind person. "They've been gone not long ago."

Furious, the black-haired girl rushed out like a black whirlwind, and then disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.

Pomona knew it wasn't Apparating, because she didn't hear the "crack" explosion, and the chatter among the customers intensified after the girl disappeared, and because they lowered their voices, it sounded like Mosquitoes in summer.

"That's Bella from the Black family. I heard that she has become the headmistress of Slytherin this year and has become a Death Eater."

"She's still a student."

"When the Dark Lord was studying, he had already won over a group of obedient followers in the castle. As long as you are loyal to him, age does not matter."

"Mom, what do you mean Death Eater?"

"Shut up, honey."

A young mother and son who didn't want to get into trouble left the gown shop, and then several others left one after another. Mrs. Malkin looked sullen, but she still took Pomona to the back hall to have her measurements taken.

In order to block the sight of others, a thick curtain was drawn in the back hall, and because there were no windows, the smell left by a guest in front was completely preserved. In addition to the perfume smell on Bella's body just now, Pomona also smelled a vague smell of corruption, which was different from the smell of rotting leaves in the forest, more like dead rats and carrion.

"Do you smell that?" Pomona asked Madam Malkin, holding her nose.

"What smell?"

"It seems...something died inside."

"My dear lady, I have only been open for a week, how can you say that?" The kindly Mrs. Malkin looked as if she was about to lose her temper. "Perhaps our English taste is not suitable for a fashionable Frenchman like you. There is also a robe shop opened by a French wizard in the corner alley, you can go there and have a look."

Madam Mojin pushed her out as she spoke, as if she was unwilling to serve her.

"Vela bastard," she heard someone say as the door clanged shut behind her, and it was only then that she remembered Mrs. A little magic.

She was so bored that she went back to Lihen Bookstore. Shopping was originally a pleasant experience, but now she was in a terrible mood, and she didn't know if this would affect her choice of wand.

"Hey honey, want to get a fortune teller?"

At this moment, a hunched witch approached, and she tried to show Pomona a friendly smile, but it made her more malicious.

"No need." She said cautiously.

"Then, buy an amulet. It's only a few pennies to you, but it will keep you safe." The witch said and pulled her sleeve, which happened to be the arm on which she held the purse.

"Go away," Pomona screamed.

"Don't be shy, come on, come with me, I have better ones than these at home." Seeing that people around her began to look at her, the witch simply grabbed Pomona's wrist and tried to drag her into the small room behind the bookstore. alley.

"No! Let me go!"

"Don't touch her." At the very moment, Pete appeared. The witch didn't want to let it go, but when she saw the wand in Pete's hand, she finally had to give up until the witch's back disappeared into the darkness. Mona's heart started beating again.

"Are you okay?" Pete looked at her worriedly.

"Fortunately..." Pomona's tears rolled in her eyes, but she tried her best not to let them fall out. There are really many bad people in this world.

"Why did you come back? The clothes were bought so quickly?"

All the women in this world love shopping. Even a busy person like Pete's mother who works in St. Mungo's can enjoy shopping for a whole day without getting tired. Shopping with her is a common occurrence for Pete, Pomona I don't know how to explain it to him.

"The money is not in vain, idiot." A strange voice sounded beside Pomona, and a boy with a gloomy face at a young age walked past them, with a mocking smile on his mouth and greasy black hair. It was so greasy that it stuck to his scalp, and his body was filled with a bitter medicinal smell, which looked like an unpalatable potion, or some kind of dish that failed to cook, which turned off the appetite.

"Two minors who can't use magic outside of school have so much money, why don't you go back to your cave?"

If a badger is in danger, it will hide in its own den - a cave in the ground, but no one is happy that their home is compared to a cave.

Even though she knew that the boy in front of her was reminding them that they had been targeted by bad guys and advised them to go home early, Pomona still felt very depressed.

freak.

It was Pomona's first impression of him, as much as his image of her as a fool, and it couldn't have been a worse first meeting.