"That's disgusting." Pomona was buying flour when she overheard two elderly witches talking at the entrance of the grocery shop. "The Goblins mixed rubbish in with the letters and scattered it everywhere."
"I still don't like owls," said the other witch. "I don't want anyone knowing where I live."
"The war is over," said the first witch.
"He came back once. Who knows whether he'll come back again?"
"That'll be one Galleon and three Sickles." The shopkeeper wrapped up her purchases and handed them to Pomona.
"Keep the change." Pomona handed the shopkeeper two Galleons.
"Please come again." The shopkeeper beamed.
Pomona gathered up her purchases, avoided the two chatting witches, and left the grocery shop.
The Daily Prophet had said very little about the Goblin demonstration. Many people had therefore come away with the same mistaken impression as those two witches—that the Goblins had merely knocked over some bins.
Ever since the agreement signed after the last Goblin Rebellion, Goblins had been forbidden from owning wands. Their open defiance now was hardly good news for humans who had classified the Goblin Rebellion as "history."
She did not hurry home. Instead, she watched a film in the Muggle district before returning to their secluded residence. From a distance, she could see the crooked "warehouse" Severus had built.
It looked very "magical," like the crooked Gringotts. Built with magic, it had none of the mechanical structural support of Muggle architecture.
He himself was very dissatisfied with the "warehouse," yet he had no intention of building another one. After storing all the herbs that needed to be kept away from light inside, he only went in occasionally, spending most of his time in the house instead.
Now that there was no Quidditch, what excuse could Pomona use to get him outside into