Chapter 1051 Gap

"Selwyn? Is that the Death Eater who came to capture us when we were at Luna's house?"

After Harry contacted Hermione using fake gold galleons, he saw Hermione's reply on his coins.

After her reminder, Harry remembered that because Luna was captured, Xenophilius was forced to cooperate with the Death Eaters. Among the people he notified at that time were Selwyn and Travers.

It's just that Selwyn has a loud voice and is much older than Wormwood.

"How's Ron doing now?" Bill asked.

"Hermione is with him." Harry put the fake gold galleons back into his pocket.

At this time, they were in the Leaky Cauldron. The place was no longer as dark as when Tom ran it. After being renovated, the inside of the bar was filled with the smell of candy, and slow music was playing in their ears.

Easter is coming soon, and many people are buying candies and preparing to make Easter eggs for the children. In the past, Harry would often receive them from Mrs. Weasley. A lot of Easter delicacies were also served in the bar, in front of Harry and Bill.

There are roast turkey sandwiches on many tables.

"Is this why you called me out?" Bill said calmly.

"Aren't you worried?" Harry asked.

"He'll be fine. Besides, I don't think I'd go visit him in the hospital right now."

"Why……"

"Werewolf." Bill pointed to the scar on his face. "The Ministry of Magic has now declared war on werewolves, right?"

"I can't tell you yet."

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, it's already been spread."

"Is someone looking for trouble for you?"

"Not yet, but wherever I go there are people talking behind my back. You know that feeling." Bill took a sip of beer.

"I have something to ask your attention to." Harry said with a serious face. "Please pay attention to whether any suspicious persons have been in contact with goblins recently."

"Why? Do you suspect that werewolves and goblins have joined forces?"

"No, Ron found a suspicious swamp. We found a Death Eater's 'death camp' there, and I saw a hooded dwarf there."

"I think goblins would rather cooperate with werewolves than Death Eaters. During the war, they had no choice but to cooperate with mysterious people."

"Maybe they made some kind of deal. Muggles have a famous saying, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."

"No, Harry, the attitude of goblins towards many things is different from that of humans." Bill waved his hand. "Whether it is a dark wizard or the Order of the Phoenix, they are all humans in their eyes. Before they understand the issues of payment, return and ownership, humans are

It’s not credible.”

"But werewolves are also human beings," Harry said.

"They are all oppressed races, and they have cooperated in the past."

Harry stared intently at Bill's face.

"Okay, I'll pay attention." Bill finally agreed to Harry's request.

"Scars always hurt when the weather changes. Does your scar hurt? Bill?"

"No."

"My scar hurts so much today." Harry stroked the lightning scar on his forehead. "I don't want anyone, whether it's a werewolf or a human, to die. Can you tell me what I should do?"

Bill shook his head.

"I think I should go." He stood up without touching the overcooked turkey sandwich.

Harry watched him leave, then stared blankly at the sandwiches on the table and the candies provided by the store.

After an unknown amount of time, an old man with white beard and hair sat opposite him. When Harry raised his head, he thought he saw the dead white wizard Albus Dumbledore.

"What would you like to drink?" Aberforth asked.

"No, thank you."

"My treat," Aberforth said, "although I think you need the alcohol more than I do right now."

"I need a clear head so that I can take action at night," Harry said.

"The son of Cronus never gave a life without pain to mortals, but the wheel of time composed of joy and sorrow rolls towards everyone, like stars moving along the orbit." Abufu thought, "Destiny, death

Never wait for the world, wealth comes and goes, so does happiness and sorrow. Yesterday, a group of fools booked the bar for a party. They had a great time, and you seemed to have shouldered all the pain for them, Harry.

Potter, let me give you a piece of advice, don't imitate my brother."

"That's not what you said, Aberforth," Harry said, staring at him.

"Then what do you think I should say?"

"How's your goat doing?"

Aberforth sneered and walked away.

But he came back after a while and put a large bottle of wine on the table with a clink.

“Our specialty wine is Gamp’s aged social wine.”

"You're just going to treat me to this drink?"

Aberforth walked away with a cold face.

Harry smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The strange taste in his mouth was almost as unpleasant as raw bone water, and he almost spit it out.

"This wine is like goblin urine." Another hotel waiter said to Harry, "We have been open for hundreds of years and no one has drunk 100 pints."

Harry suppressed his nausea, swallowed the sip of wine, and then munched on the turkey sandwich, hoping it would suppress the strange smell.

"Not even Hagrid, who has a weird taste." The waiter shook his head and sighed, "I thought he could easily do a hundred pints with his size."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked angrily, wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth.

"We made a bet, do you want to continue drinking?" the waiter asked.

"No." Harry shouted.

"What a shame." The waiter shrugged indifferently, as if he was disappointed that Harry didn't drink all the wine, and then put away the empty plate and the full glass.

"Why is this wine called the Jinnian Social Drink?" Harry asked.

"Who knows? Anyone who invites an old friend to drink this kind of wine will definitely break up the relationship!" the waiter replied loudly.

Harry shook his head in disbelief, then straightened his robes, stood up and left.

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Severus lay on Pomona's lap while she hummed softly in his ear.

In fact, the afternoon passed quite well, until a short knocking sound broke the tranquility of the living room.

She followed the sound and looked over, and found that it was an owl knocking on the window glass, with a letter in its mouth.

"Should I go take a look?" she asked.

"Go ahead." He said without energy.

So Pomona pointed her wand at the window and opened it, and the owl took advantage of this opportunity and flew in.

It rained for a while just now, but it has stopped now. The owl's body is very dry, even the envelope in its mouth is dry.

Pomona took the letter out of the owl's mouth and opened the sealing wax. There was a short letter inside:

Hello, new neighbor, I am Nadia Wasika who lives in Palodo. I will visit at 3 pm on March 20th. I hope we can have a pleasant afternoon.

"What's it about?" Severus asked.

"Someone is coming at three o'clock in the afternoon." Pomona said. As soon as she finished speaking, the astronomical clock in the living room chimed, and at the same time, the entrance door was knocked.

"She's really on time." Pomona muttered. "Should I open the door?"

Severus sat up, looking like he hadn't woken up.

Pomona forgot about his narrow social circle, so she stood up and opened the door for the visitors.

"Hi, hello, new neighbor."

The moment Pomona opened the door, a witch greeted her warmly.

She looked to be in her thirties, holding a porcelain basin in her hand that looked like food.

"Who are you……"

"I am Nadia Vasika. Didn't you receive my letter?"

"Well……"

"Maybe that owl got lost again." Nadia Vasika muttered, "That old owl can get lost even at such a short distance."

"I want to say, I just received it." Pomona said dryly.

"What? I sent it to deliver the letter yesterday."

"Your owl has been lost for a long time," Pomona sighed.

"I sometimes want to get a new one, but I have had it for many years and I really can't let it go." Nadia tilted her head and looked at Pomona with harmless eyes, "So..."

"Please come in." Pomona opened the door a little, and Nadia rushed in immediately, as if she had wanted to do this for a long time.

Some neighbors may not like to socialize with others, but there are also neighbors who are keen on inquiring into other people's privacy, especially housewives. If there is any trouble around the house, you should check it out.

Pomona closed the door and followed her quietly. Nadia was looking around the house.

Friends are like students, they come and go and come again.

Destiny and death never wait for people in the world. The reason why people feel that they are getting closer and closer is because people are actively moving towards them.

Just like a butterfly swooping at a spider web, the spider web didn't move at all, it just hit it head-on.

This poem was written by Sophocles
Chapter completed!