The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Immortality has been the answer sought by countless people since ancient times. In addition to the legendary Philosopher's Stone, the other is the Fountain of Youth. Some legends are even circulated in the "Gospel".

When Mr. Granger called to inquire, Sarfo said that there was no problem, and happened to jokingly said: "Maybe they can find some inspiration for the next book."

Of course, Cyrus' father, Anne Klein, didn't have any objections. He thought it was a good thing that his son could go out for a walk.

For half a month before departure, Cyrus had been studying the Forgetting Curse. This was Annie's plea, and he hoped to remember the past.

"Need some extra help?" Merry John was on the phone with him. "I can secretly mobilize a secret service team... Of course, non-large-caliber firearms are also available."

It wasn't that he was spying, it was just that in the middle of the night in the museum, Cyrus would always chat with Prime Minister Meli, who was taking notes, and mentioned this summer trip.

He investigated the archaeological activities to salvage the sunken ships of the Spanish and British royal families. It is likely that they will be carried out near islands close to the high seas, which is somewhat dangerous.

Therefore, the Prime Minister wants to give some help. After all...With the help of many big shots, John Mayley has achieved a good political response.

He is already secretly planning to buy the museum under some pretext, and stuff it with another bunch of wax figures of celebrities and scientists, such as Einstein, Faraday, Trotsky...

What?British politicalism does not support those people?What jokes to tell, even Merry admired, these are quite valuable knowledge.

"Hmm... Do you have any recommendations?" Cyrus glanced at Hermione, who was carrying her luggage upstairs, and whispered, covering the microphone, "For example, portable, but powerful."

"Revolvers? Or 'Colt' series pistols would be nice too"

"Thank you~cough...Can you send it here quietly? You know, this kind of thing is relatively...rare." Obviously, Cyrus didn't want someone to find out.

"No problem! I understand~" Mellie laughed twice.

Everything that followed was waiting for the Grangers to sort out the affairs of the clinic, and then they took Cyrus and Hermione and set off for Southampton, a port city in southern England facing the English Channel.

Rock Sparrow Sarver, Wendell Granger's college friend and Hermione's uncle, was wearing a simple shirt with a brown plaid coat draped over his shoulders. He was a dark-skinned, bearded man Middle-aged man with stubble.

"Hey~ It's been a long time." He came over and gave Mr. Granger a punch in the chest, "And little Hermione...is this tall??"

But when he saw Cyrus who was carrying a suitcase behind Hermione, he casually threw the half-smoked inferior cigar on the ground, crushed it, and asked Mr. Granger in a low voice:

"When did you have another one?"

"Something...he's the one I wrote about in my letter." Granger glared at him, frowning at the strong smell of rum and seafood on his friend's body.

"My friend... It seems that capitalism has corrupted you." Locke took off his captain's hat with a slight exaggeration, turned around and bowed slightly to salute Mrs. Granger and the two, "Aren't these the two princesses back then? ? Oh... and there's a newcomer..."

Locke flicked his somewhat short dreadlocks, looked at Cyrus beside Hermione, his brows twitched involuntarily, and then showed a smile of "it really is".

"Rock Sparrow Sarver!!!" A man was lying on the boat, glaring at Locke at the pier, "The boat is about to sail! Get on it quickly...I'm not wasting time investing in you"

"Please call me...captain~Captain Locke Sparrow Sarver~" He happily hummed a ditty, pulled Mr. Granger and rushed, "Aha~ Let me introduce, this is to sponsor the salvage of the ruins Mr. Will"

This is a medium-sized luxury passenger ship with a total of three decks. Although it is only one-third of the size of the Titanic, it is enough to accommodate all the participants and some of the passengers.

On such a luxury passenger ship full of money, Locke, who was not at all "English" dressed up, didn't mind the disgusting and weird eyes of those people.

"Forget it... let him talk first"

Mrs. Granger looked at her husband who had been taken away, feeling outraged and helpless. Just as she was standing there in a state of bewilderment, Will came over.

"Are you going to Florida too? You can live on the second floor..."

Mr. Will was wearing a signature black tuxedo, with his left hand behind his back, and his chin raised towards that side. He had wheat-colored skin, a tough face, and only a small part of his beard. He held a glass of cocktail in his right hand.

"Oh...sorry, I thought it was Locke's own ship..." Mrs. Granger looked embarrassed.

"Don't mind, we will stop by Florida to replenish supplies. Before that, you can play as much as you want." Will squinted at Locke, "These are the people I hired."

While talking, there was a beautiful woman in a bikini and sunglasses sliding towards Will, and he wrapped his arms around her waist with smooth movements. It seemed that this was not the first time.

Typical British dandy, no?

After putting down the suitcase, Cyrus lay on the rail beside the boat, watching the red sun on the sea level, the salty sea breeze blowing the braids of hair commemorating the 'Jedi' by his ear.

"Hey~ I think you look familiar..." A woman who just climbed up from the pool stood beside him, Cyrus raised her head, "Did you drop by to attend the Miami party?"

"Party?" Cyrus stared at the fading sea, "No..."

From the first sight of this woman, she was about 25 years old. Her slender figure made the mountain peak more abrupt, and her skin was still fair because of the sunshade.

In the pool party behind him, Cyrus stood out with the evening wind blowing, not to mention he was the youngest on the boat.

"Hmm~ Then how did you come up? Kid..."

"Hey! Shirley!! Leave him alone...go on and play" A group of stripped men behind whistled, causing the rest of the young women to cover their mouths and giggle.

Hermione stood on the railing on the second floor and looked at Cyrus, her eyes were cold, as if she was looking at a dead person, especially after the woman leaned up shamelessly, Hermione accidentally twisted a railing.

This made a passing sailor with a drink tremble.

"Woo~~ The countdown is two days!"

Captain Locke's voice sounded on the radio... No, more than that, Hermione and Cyrus seemed to have heard Mr. Granger.

"Dude...I'm suffering~ I...I've wanted to go for a long time, such as Egypt last time..."

Although Granger was slurring his words, he could still hear the tone of the slurred words, as if he were a grumbling old alcoholic speaking into a microphone.

"This Locke! Wendell is ready with him!!" Monica rushed to the captain's cabin according to the sailor's instructions.

Obviously, Locke was drinking with her husband again.

Might... Might still have their college "piss" contest.

Thanks to Captain Locke, the chatter of the two drunks was heard throughout the ship this time, and Shirley walked up to Will on the bow deck and complained:

"Why do you have to find him... I'd rather pay a little more for someone else, and the sailors..."

"Believe me, he may not be a professor of history, but he is very good at archaeological legends"

The voices of the two made Cyrus a little puzzled, sailor?He saw the sailor lazily leaning against the ship's pole with a plate, all the wine glasses on the plate were empty, and then the sailor hiccupped.

good guy...

"That girl knows you?"

"Hey... it hurts... lighten up... I don't know! I didn't pay attention to her"

If Hermione didn't see everything, maybe Cyrus was really going to die this time, Hermione let go of her fingers angrily, and rubbed him again.

This is called: hit a stick and give a sweet date.

"Rock Sparrow looks so weird." Shirley folded her arms and looked at Will leaning on the railing, "Crazy...including those sailors, I don't understand what you think"

Mr. Will shrugged, feeling a little helpless: "No way, Locke said that the helper brings his own, and he doesn't want to use other people..."

Cyrus, on the other hand, listened to the ongoing noise, from the embarrassing stories of the two of them to Mr. Granger complaining about the trivial matters after his marriage, and there was crazy banging on the door in the background.

"Where's Mr. Granger?"

"..." Hermione clenched her fists involuntarily, feeling a little helpless, "He was dragged to drink by Uncle Locke, and now he is probably being cleaned up by my mother... Do you understand?"

"Cough cough..."

It didn't sound like it, Mrs. Granger seemed to be blocked in the captain's cabin.

"Let me...well...to celebrate the knowledgeable and handsome Captain Locke Sparrow Sarver~" Locke cleared his throat and prepared for the next event, "Hello? Alright. ..have some classic sailor songs"

"Here it is again..." Mr. Will rubbed the bridge of his nose with a headache.

Locke's voice is azure blue, just like the azure blue reflected in the center of the ocean at noon, mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco in his breath, and the cheerful sailor song makes everyone young and young men and women clap their hands.

The same goes for Mr. Granger's secondary voice, though his voice is supposed to be orange, like a forest fire looming on the horizon.

"There once was a ship that went to sea

its name is billyoftea

The wind howls, the bow sinks

Blow it, blow it, blow it!

wellerman is coming soon

bring us sugar tea and rum

Wait until the day it's all over

We can leave~"