Chapter 1002 “Energetic Friends”

"Albus said it would be better for the boy to grow up away from all this." Minerva said while drinking canyon spring water in the Three Broomsticks pub, "But I don't think this is necessarily 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?"

Pomona ignored Minerva.

Although Petunia is jealous of Lily, she is still a good girl overall. Is it possible that she can still abuse Harry Potter, her nephew?

"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.

As we all know, Hufflepuff is the least enterprising good old college. Whether it is Quidditch, House Cup or final exam results, it is at the bottom. Slytherin became notorious after Voldemort and so many Death Eaters were born.

Ravenclaw would be wise not to compete with the headmaster's house.

So Gryffindor is not the best house, which house is?

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.

Looking at him, those eyes looked like the Dark Mark was on his forehead.

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

"No, thank you." He turned his gaze to the two of them calmly, "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 was 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.

She would never let him see her drunk. A good girl shouldn't get drunk in public, especially in front of strange men.

They hadn't seen each other for a few years, and she already didn't recognize him.

She couldn't help but think of what McKinnon said again. What did she see in him?

Damn it, who would be interested in that ugly guy with a hooked nose, greasy hair, and a gloomy and awkward personality.

=================================

The doorbell rang behind her again. Pomona, who was sitting at the bar, turned her head. The people who came in were Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott. Hannah didn't look very happy to see them.

Even when I arrived at Pomona, I didn't call out to the dean as happily as I did when I was a child.

It was almost a month since she left without saying goodbye. Of course she was angry, but Pomona was in a hurry when she left and didn't have much time to say hello to everyone she knew.

Instead of ordering butterbeer for the two of them, she ordered a glass of mead for each of them. After all, they were both adults now.

"Professor, you..."

"I have a task for you." Pomona interrupted Neville and said, "Sit down."

Neville didn't say anything and sat down where Severus had been sitting before. Hannah chose the seat farthest away from her and sat down.

Pomona used an earplug to listen to the surroundings, and then said, "Do you still remember what Harry said about the Horcruxes?"

"I know." Neville nodded seriously.

"What about you, Hannah?"

"Aren't all the Horcruxes destroyed?" Hannah said with a frown.

"In addition, Harry only has seven Horcruxes. If the mysterious man knew that Harry was a Horcrux, he would not have used Avada Kedavra to kill Harry, because he did not know that Harry was a Horcrux.

In his memory, he only made six Horcruxes. After he came back, he used the murder of Cedric Diggory to make another Horcrux."

Neville looked normal after hearing about it, but Hannah turned pale with fear, as if it was the first time she heard about it.

Pomona recalled that she had never told Hannah about it, but both Neville and Justin knew it. Didn't they tell her?

In order to maintain Quirrell's body, he drank the blood of the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, and then killed the male unicorn Cedric. It sounds like a coincidence.

"Your evidence..."

"I don't need evidence, you just need to spread this rumor. The mysterious man will come back, so that the goblins and werewolves will not dare to make such nonsense again." Pomona interrupted Hannah again.

It's nothing more than a repeat of what happened with the Screaming House, only this time a different group of people are spreading the rumors.

"You could go to the Leaky Cauldron, but why did you get an appointment with the Three Broomsticks?" Hannah asked.

"Neville has to go back to school later. Besides, I have some things that I need you to bring over for me." Pomona handed a list to Neville. "You give it to Hannah. I'll go to the Leaky Cauldron later."

Pick it up at the bar.”

"What do you use it for?" Neville asked, taking the piece of parchment.

"Just do it." Pomona said and stood up.
To be continued...