It was daytime, and there weren't many guests in the pub, yet there was a feeling of commotion, as everyone seemed to be talking all at once.
"Oh, the Boy Who Lived!"
"Is it him?"
"Harry Potter!"
"Look, that lightning scar, that's the proof."
"My gosh."
"..."
At this moment, the pub's guests were gathered around a burly, larger-than-life man over three meters tall, chattering excitedly.
Their voices carried a note of amazement, mixed with a hint of roller-coaster-like fear.
Someone unaware might subconsciously assume that this giant man was Harry Potter they were talking about.
However, upon closer inspection, one could still see a frail boy standing beside the giant's leg, partially obscured by the crowd.
The boy wore a pair of oversized glasses, and his clothes appeared somewhat shabby, his hair a bit greasy, and he appeared somewhat scared being surrounded by people.
