Back in the seventies and eighties, there had been a particularly bizarre wizard painter. The portraits she painted not only had eyes that followed viewers around the room, but also followed them home.
Just imagining the scene made even wizards feel that such "art" was truly hard to appreciate.
The Wizarding World did not pay as much attention to art or opera as Muggles did. In their dull lives, only Quidditch and gossip were worth pouring all their passion and energy into.
There were quite a few small loan companies in Diagon Alley. They were nowhere near as large as Gringotts, but they could offer rather "flexible" loan services. As the final drew closer, the betting odds kept shifting. Although the Bulgarian team had the finest Seeker, Viktor Krum, the Irish team was fully equipped with Firebolts.
As a result, many people could be seen borrowing money to place bets.
Their frenzy made Pomona suspect they had been drinking Frenzy Potion. Fortunately, Cedric escorted her the whole way.
Though she tried her best not to show the silly grin Severus had mentioned, she was still very happy. Cedric had accompanied his father to buy Quidditch supplies today. No matter who made it into the final, even if neither side was the team they supported, they intended to watch it in person.
It was not that Cedric had no interest in Quidditch. He was Hufflepuff's Seeker and captain, but he was about to graduate. Even Lily had begun dating James around this age.
Childhood was about to end. Seventeen meant adulthood, and adults had adult concerns, so Pomona took the opportunity to invite Cedric to a charity afternoon tea at Greta's home.
He agreed at once and even volunteered to escort Pomona back to school.
There was actually no need for