Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1051 The Gap

   "Selwyn? Was it the Death Eater who came to catch us when we were at Luna's house?"

After   Ha used fake Jin Jialong to contact Hermione, he saw Hermione's reply on his coin.

After her reminder, Harry remembered that because Luna had been taken away, Xenofilius was forced to cooperate with the Death Eaters. Among the people he had notified at the time were Selwyn and Traverse. It's just that Selwyn has a loud voice, and his age is much older than "Absinthe".

   "How is Ron now?" Bill asked.

   "Hermione is with him." Harry put the fake Jin Jialong back in his pocket.

  At this time, they were in the Broken Cauldron Bar, which was not as dim as it was when Tom used to run it. After the refurbishment, the interior of the bar was full of candy and slow music was playing in the ears.

  Easter is coming soon, and many people are shopping for candies and preparing to make easter eggs for the children. In the past, Harry would often receive Mrs. Weasley’s gifts. A lot of Easter delicacies were also available in the bar, and there was a grilled turkey sandwich on the table in front of Harry and Bill.

   "You told me to come out for this?" Bill said calmly.

   "Aren't you worried?" Harry asked.

   "He will be fine. Besides, I don't think I should visit the hospital now."

   "Why..."

   "Werewolf." Bill pointed to the scar on his face, "Is the Ministry of Magic now declaring war with the werewolf?"

   "I can't tell you yet."

   "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, it's already spread."

   "Is anyone looking for trouble?"

   "Not yet, but there are people talking behind me wherever I go, you know how it feels." Bill took a sip of beer.

   "I have something to ask you to pay attention to." Harry said with a serious face, "Please pay attention to whether any suspicious person has come into contact with the goblin recently."

   "Why? Do you suspect that the werewolf and the goblin 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 the fairies would rather cooperate with the werewolves than with the Death Eaters. During the war, they were forced to cooperate with the mysterious people."

   "Maybe they made some kind of bargain. Muggles have a famous saying that there are no permanent enemies, only permanent benefits."

"No, Harry, the goblin's attitude towards many things is different from that of humans." Bill shook his hand. "Whether it is the 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 Is untrustworthy."

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

  "They are all oppressed races, and they have had a past cooperation."

   Harry stared closely at Bill's face.

   "Well, I will pay attention." Bill finally agreed to Harry's request.

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

"Do not."

   "My scar is very painful today." Harry stroked the lightning scar on his forehead. "I don't want anyone, whether it is 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, not touching the ripe turkey sandwich.

  Harry watched him leave, then stared at the sandwiches on the table and the sweets provided by the store in a daze.

  I don’t know how long it took. An old man with white beard and hair sat opposite him. The moment Harry looked up, he thought he had seen the dead white wizard Albus Dumbledore.

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

   "No, thank you."

   "I'm a treat." Aberforth said, "Although I think you need alcohol more than I do now."

   "I need a clear head even more, and action at night." Harry said.

"The son of Cronus never gave days without pain to mortals, but the wheel of time composed of joy and sorrow rolls toward everyone, like stars moving along orbits." Aberfu missed "destiny, death." I have never waited for the world, wealth comes and goes, so does happiness and sorrow. Yesterday a group of fools wrapped up the bar to have a party. They had a great time, and you, as if to bear all the pain for them, Harry. Potter, let me give you a piece of advice, don’t follow my brother."

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

   "Then what do you think I should say?"

   "How is your goat?"

  Aberforth sneered and walked away.

  But after a while he came back. A large bottle of wine "touched" and placed it on the table.

  "This shop's special brew, Ganpu's aged sociable wine."

  "Will you invite me to drink this?"

  Aberforth left with a cold face.

  Harry smiled bitterly, took a sip from the glass, the weird smell in the mouth was almost as bad as bone water, and he almost squirted it out.

  "This wine is like fairy urine." Another hotel receptionist said to Harry, "We have been in business for hundreds of years, and no one has ever had 100 pints."

  Harry resisted the nausea, swallowed the sip, then chewed on the turkey sandwich, expecting it to suppress the strange smell.

   "Even the strange Hagrid will not work." The receptionist shook his head and exclaimed, "I thought he could easily do it with a hundred pints of 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 host asked.

   "No." Harry yelled.

   "It's a pity." The host shrugged indifferently, as if disappointed that Harry hadn't finished the wine, and then took away the empty plate and the full glass.

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

  "Who knows? If anyone invites an old friend to drink this kind of wine, he will surely break the relationship!" The host replied loudly.

  Harry shook his head incredulously, then adjusted his robe, got up and left.

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  Severus was lying on Pomona's lap, while she hummed in his ear.

  In fact, it’s not bad to have passed this afternoon, until a short percussion broke the tranquility of the living room.

  She followed the voice and saw that it was an owl knocking on the window glass, with a letter still in its mouth.

   "Should I go and see?" she asked.

   "Go ahead." He said dull.

  So Pomona used her magic wand at the window and opened the window, and the owl took advantage of this opportunity to fly in.

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

  Pomona took the letter from the owl’s beak, and then took apart the sealing wax. There was a short letter inside:

  Hello, new neighbor, I’m Nadia Vasica who lives in Palodo. I will visit at 3pm on March 20th. I hope we can spend a pleasant afternoon.

   "What's it written?" Severus asked.

   "Someone is coming at three o'clock in the afternoon." Pomona said. As soon as her voice fell, the astronomical clock in the living room sounded, and at the same time, the entrance door was also knocked.

   "She was really on time." Pomona muttered, "Should I open the door?"

   Severus sat up, looking like he was not awake.

  Pomona had forgotten his narrow social circle, so she stood up and went to open the door to the visitors.

   "Hi, hello, new neighbor."

  As soon as Pomona opened the door, a witch greeted her enthusiastically.

  She looks in her thirties, holding a porcelain basin in her hand, which looks like food.

"you are……"

   "This is Nadia Vasika, haven't you received the letter from me?"

"Uh……"

   "It may be that the owl is lost again." Nadia Vasika muttered, "That old owl, you can get lost at this distance."

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

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

   "Your owl has been lost for quite a while." Pomona sighed.

   "I sometimes want to replace it with a new one, but I have been keeping it for many years, so I can't bear it." Nadia tilted her head and looked at Pomona with harmless eyes. "So..."

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

  Some neighbors may not like to socialize with others, but there are also neighbors who are keen to inquire about other people’s privacy, especially housewives, who need to find out if there is a little trouble around the house.

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

  Friends are like students, coming and going, going and coming.

  Fate and death have never waited for the world. The reason why people feel that they are getting closer is because people are actively walking towards them.

   is like a butterfly leaping on the cobweb. The cobweb did not move at all, it ran into it head-on.

  　 This poem was written by Sophocles

  (End of this chapter)