Penelope's target was not them. After her gaze found where her father was, she walked straight toward the bar.
"Miss, you scared away all my customers," Aberforth complained indistinctly to Penelope. His hollow cheeks and gray hair made his expression look rather gloomy.
"Complain again, and next time I come, I won't just scare them away." Penelope raised an eyebrow, ignored him, and stepped to Mr. Clearwater's side. Seeing her father's puffed-out left cheek and the almost constipated look on his face, she noticed that Lenn was there too, but his attention did not seem to be on this side, while Lovegood was completely ignored by the female Auror.
Beginning to worry that her Muggle father had been tricked by this unlikable tavern owner, she asked, "Father, what are you eating?"
"Mm... wait a moment, Penelope," Mr. Clearwater said indistinctly, hesitating for a moment over whether to spit out what he thought was wizard candy.
"Miss Klivert, I know you're an outstanding Auror!" Aberforth leaned forward over the table and pushed the photograph pinned beneath his hand toward her. Facing Penelope's icy face, he was not as timid as the wizards in the bar had been earlier; having once argued face-to-face with Grindelwald, he instead leaned a little closer and muttered in complaint, "Those Auror colleagues of yours are outrageous. My Anna went missing last year. I went to those Patrol Aurors to report it, but no one paid me any attention... Thinking back, I used to lead her around the streets. Maybe I neglected her too much, and that's why she left me... I lost her just like that..."
"What? You're saying someone went missing and the Patrol Aurors refused to take the case?" Hearing this, Penelope felt it might be a chance to strike at Scrimgeour, and finally