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. He wore a pair of tattered round-rimmed glasses at a young age because of his appearance.

Brother always likes to punch him in the nose.

Although James also has myopia, myopia is not inherited, so how did Harry become myopic?

"They let him live in the closet!" Minerva could barely control her emotions and said loudly on the silent Hogsmeade path in the heavy snow. "Can you believe it, they actually let a boy live in the closet?"

inside!"

"It's incredible," Pomona said, nodding.

"There's no light in that closet, let alone TV for him!" Minerva gathered her cloak. "They never took Harry to visit the Potters, nor did they take a picture of him, like

He was never in that home."

"This is too much," Pomona said angrily.

"They didn't buy him anything, but they bought the fat boy a box," said Minerva.

Pomona was a little confused.

"What box?"

"It's about this big." Minerva gestured with both hands. "It has images to watch like a TV, but there is a piano keyboard in front."

Pomona still didn't understand what Minerva said.

"It's very expensive." Minerva said. "It's too expensive for a child's toy."

"I thought you knew why Albus sent Harry away," Pomona said.

Minerva seemed to have a hard time explaining it to her, when there was a crisp "click" sound in the woods.

"Who's there!" Minerva shouted.

No one spoke.

"Maybe the snow broke the branches," Pomona said.

"I see you." Minerva raised her wand. "Don't force me to take action."

After a long time, to the point where Pomona felt that Minerva was being suspicious, a girl came out of the Forbidden Forest with her hands raised.

"What are you doing here, Liz!" Pomona asked.

"I'm collecting materials." Liz said with a grimace.

"Go back now!" Pomona said.

Liz ran away immediately.

After she left, Minerva put away her wand and listed all the "evil deeds" of Petunia's family to Pomona.

"Albus said it would be better for the boy to grow up away from all this." Minerva and Pomona were sitting in their old seats in the Three Broomsticks bar, drinking canyon spring water while saying, "But I don't think it's right.

It must be a good idea."

"Petunia is Lily's sister, and they are related to Harry." Pomona said listlessly, taking a sip of butterbeer.

"They are the worst Muggles I have ever seen. I don't think Harry will be treated well in their home. If he grows up in such a bad environment, what should he do if he becomes a problem boy in the future?"

"You should trust Albus."

"I wish I could, but you know how problematic it can be for children to grow up in an environment that lacks kindness." Minerva drank the wine in her glass in one gulp and asked the landlady to refill her glass.

Pomona couldn't remember which book it was written in, but it probably said something like this: Good intentions may be insignificant, but they possess amazing power, enough to change us, even more powerful than any technology.

"We're living in an ice age," Pomona muttered.

This kind of coldness does not refer to the temperature, but to the indifference between people. It almost started with the industrial revolution and continues to the present, making today's world broken and shallow.

"What?" Minerva didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Nothing." Pomona took a sip of butterbeer, not wanting to discuss the topic in detail.

Minerva would become very serious once she got serious. The two of them came out to have fun today, and she didn't want to spoil the fun.

"Will you get drunk even if you drink 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 with great certainty, "I guess it's probably Gryffindor."

"Because his parents are both Gryffindors?"

"Part of the reason." Pomona took another sip of wine, "It's also because Gryffindor is the best house in Hogwarts."

"Oh." Minerva was a little flattered. "You don't have to compliment me."

"This is not a compliment, but a fact." Pomona said with a sweet smile without blinking.

The door of the bar was opened again, the doorbell made a clear and sweet sound, and the noisy voices behind the two suddenly became quiet.

Pomona and Minerva involuntarily looked towards the door. The person was dressed in pitch black, with a little snow 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 taking the newborn Snotlout to Sanba Broom 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 wizarding drink. After drinking it, the two of them

There is a white mustache 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 cute" Slytherin freshman.

She turned around involuntarily and took a long sip of her drink.

Butterbeer with ginger juice was delicious, but the ginger juice settled down, and the spicy taste made her almost choke to death after drinking it in one gulp.

The cough was not a big deal in the noisy bar, but at this quiet moment it became the only sound, or the only one. She could hear footsteps getting closer and closer to her.

"I heard that he has been eating in 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 this." Pomona said with tears in her eyes. She almost coughed out her lungs.

As soon as Pomona finished speaking, the youngest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, who had recently squeezed out his mentor, 22-year-old Severus Snape was sitting next to her, and everyone around him was staring.

Look at him.

"What do you want?" asked the beautiful Mrs. Rostamor.

"No, thank you." He calmly turned his gaze to the two of them, "I have a mission."

"What mission?" asked a drinker. "To obtain information for your master?"

Severus ignored him, and the man stood up angrily, feeling ignored.

"President Dumbledore made it very clear at the trial that Professor Snape served us. He is still working at Hogwarts. His mission was also given by the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore.

!" Minerva stared at the drinker who stood up with a straight face. "Do you have any more questions? Mr. Brian Cooper?"

The advantage of teaching at Hogwarts for a long time is that all the younger wizards in the Three Broomsticks were students of Minerva McGonagall.

Brian Cooper sat back in his seat angrily as if he was being called upon in class, and soon the tavern became noisy again.

"What did Albus ask you to do?" Pomona asked Severus, turning her head sideways.

He pursed his lips and smirked, drawled, and said slowly, "The White Wizard asked me to watch 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 also invented butterbeer." Mrs. Rostamo said at this time, "He is really an old guy who loves sweets."

Pomona glanced at her cup. It was precisely because she knew that Minerva wanted to drink two more cups that she did not drink 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 cups.

Everyone is drunk.

Then unexpectedly, she met Severus's eyes.

She quickly turned her gaze away, hiding her discomfort by drinking.

Then she found that her hands were trembling.

What's wrong with you? Do you need to be so nervous when you see a snot guy?

She glared at her hands angrily, put the glass on the bar with an angry "bang", and asked the landlady to give her another glass of butterbeer.

As a result, she somehow made him laugh.

"Why don't you have some adult beverages?"

"What does it have to do with you!" She arched her back like a cat with exploded fur.

"I guess Harry Potter will be sorted into Slytherin House in the future." A man said.

Everyone looked at him.

Only then did Pomona realize 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 butterbeer.

.

"Why do you say that?" said a man in the bar.

"Slytherins all had interesting childhoods. Didn't Potter's parents both die?" Barnaby said.
To be continued...