Chapter 1078 mockingbird

I discovered that there is one of the most disgusting parasites among humans. He is unwilling to love, but lives by being loved.

——Nietzsche

The story of Harry Potter vs. You-Know-Who would take several days to finish, but it happens to be a good topic.

Especially the origin of the whole thing: the desperate pregnant and unmarried squib Merop exchanged his ancestral locket for 10 gold galleons, and finally died in poverty in an orphanage. The profiteer Bock Bogin changed hands and sold this

The locket was sold at a high price.

Even if he doesn't help Merope when he needs help, at least he shouldn't take advantage of others and keep fair dealings.

If you don't look at the results he caused, Bockbogin did make a beautiful transaction.

Wherever there is a cause, there is an effect. If you plant a castor bean seed, it will not produce cherries. Fiona, who originally felt uneasy about Pomona's "robbery", soon changed her mind after hearing the story.

Well, what kind of good man could a businessman be who could be with Bock Bogin and the thief Mundungus Fletcher.

Also a businessman, Weasley's Trick Shop brings happiness to people. Because young wizards are the primary targets of werewolves, for safety reasons, parents no longer allow them to go out alone on the streets, which has led to the decline of the Trick Shop

The business here is much quieter than usual.

But when Pomona saw the brooch-shaped speculum pinned to the man who came out of the store, she knew that George had recovered his losses again.

It's just that the design of this brooch is as ugly as an Auror's curse-blocking hat, and she really has no desire to buy it.

Felix didn't want to go in and have a look. There were still a lot of wizard toys in his room. Now that the novelty was gone, he had no idea of ​​adding any more toys.

Just when they were about to go to a spice shop run by wizards to see the difference between wizards' spices and those used by Muggles, a lonely little girl caught Pomona's attention.

The little girl was sitting alone outside the door of the Tuofan clothing store without any guardians around. In fact, Pomona was not the only one who noticed her, but several wizards passing by also noticed her. She had a very conspicuous hair

Silver-blue hair, if not dyed, people with this kind of hair are very rare.

These passers-by came up to inquire and left without saying a few words to her. One moment, these passers-by could be said to be pleasant, but the next moment their expressions became extremely disgusting, as if they had encountered something unlucky.

"Stand here, don't move." Pomona said to Fiona and Felix, and then walked towards the girl.

"Why are you alone?" Pomona asked the little girl who was so bored that she threw sandbags to play.

"I'm waiting for Euphemia Roll, she used to be a Death Eater." The girl said coldly.

Pomona was surprised, not because of her adult-like tone or the name she reported, but because this little girl was actually using wandless and silent magic.

The little sandbag was thrown out by her, but it was not pulled back by the thread, but summoned by the flying curse.

"How old are you?" Pomona couldn't help but ask.

"What does it have to do with you?" the little girl said in a tone that told people she was thousands of miles away.

"Who taught you magic? Roll?"

The little girl didn't want to pay attention to Pomona.

Pomona directly used the flying spell to summon the little sandbag into her hand.

"give me back!"

The little girl raised her head. She was very beautiful, with a precocious and resolute look on her face. She was not at all like a girl who was raised by softness and love, desserts and flowers.

Pomona looked at the sandbag in her hand. It was a cartoon fortune teller, but it was chubby and not as skinny as the real fortune teller.

She didn't know why, but tears suddenly flowed out. The little girl was stunned for a moment, looking flustered. Maybe she had never seen such an emotional woman.

"You...you are Rolle's daughter?" Pomona asked, choking with sobs.

"No, she is my guardian." said the girl.

"So is she good to you?" Pomona asked again.

"She has one of those birds." The girl pointed to the black fortune teller bag in Pomona's hand. "She often told me that the fortune teller cries because it can tell that I will not end well in the future.

She only adopted me for money."

A surge of anger rushed into Pomona's head. She pulled out her wand and asked the little girl, "Is she in the store?"

"I won't tell you." the little girl said. "Do you want to teach her a lesson?"

"Don't you want to teach her a lesson?" Pomona asked.

"She is my guardian. What should I do if she has an accident?" the little girl said calmly. "You are making excuses for yourself by helping me teach her a lesson. You have a grudge against the Death Eaters, right? Just like everyone else."

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"No, it's not like that." Pomona wanted to explain to her, but the little girl took this opportunity to recall the Oracle sandbag in her hand.

"There's no need for you to pretend to be kind, just go away!" the little girl said warily.

"Did you make this sandbag yourself?" Pomona asked.

"I don't know how to sew. I used transfiguration to do this."

"You are really smart……"

"Stay away from me!" the little girl said in a high tone, "If you come near me again, I will call someone."

Pomona felt extremely depressed, like a torch that had been doused with cold water. It could only smoke but could no longer burn.

So she put away her wand, glanced at Tuofan Clothing Store, then turned and left.

"Do you believe birds can talk?" the little girl said behind Pomona shortly after she walked out.

"I know there are Parseltongues." Pomona looked back at her, "Maybe there are other people who have the ability to speak animal languages ​​that haven't been discovered yet."

The little girl has an expressionless face.
Chapter completed!