"Albus says it would be better for that boy's growth if he stays away from all this." At the Three Broomsticks, Minerva sipped her Gillywater as she spoke. "But I don't think that's necessarily a good idea."
"Petunia is Lily's sister. They're related to Harry by blood." Pomona said listlessly, taking a large gulp of Butterbeer.
"They're the worst Muggles I've ever met. I don't think Harry will be treated well in their home. If he grows up in such a terrible environment and turns into a troubled kid someday, what then?"
Pomona ignored Minerva.
Petunia might have been jealous of Lily, but overall she was still a good girl. Could she really abuse Harry Potter, her own nephew?
"You should trust Albus."
"I wish I could, but you know how serious the problems can be when children grow up in an environment devoid of kindness." Minerva drained her glass and asked the landlady for another.
Pomona could not remember which book she had read it in, but it had said something roughly like this: kindness might seem insignificant, yet it possessed astonishing power—enough to change us, even stronger than the power of any technology.
"We're living in an ice age," Pomona muttered.
This coldness did not refer to the temperature, but to the indifference between people. It had begun around the Industrial Revolution and persisted until now, leaving the modern world fractured and shallow.
"What?" Minerva seemed not to have heard clearly.
"Nothing." Pomona took a sip of Butterbeer, unwilling to discuss the subject in detail.
Whenever Minerva got serious, she became very stern. They had come out today to relax, and Pomona did not want to spoil the mood.
"Can you get drunk on a drink without alcohol?" Minerva complained. "Which House do you think Harry will enter