The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The second floor is the passenger living floor. Almost everyone can be allocated a room, and some couples are allocated the same room, but... Cyrus is alone.

Wait, why regret it?Cyrus asked himself in his mind.

On the deck the next morning, a group of sailors stood scattered, cleaning up the traces left by the young people's revelry last night.

"Damn it... I have to wait for another day." A fat sailor skillfully rolled tobacco with a piece of paper, "When will you arrive in Florida tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow at noon." Another thinner Cyclops sailor, teasing the birdcage.

"Hey~ What's the matter?"

Cyrus, who went out early, greeted them, but the group of sailors seemed to be friendly to children. The one-eyed man pointed forward and told Cyrus:

"If you're looking for your father, he's in the captain's cabin"

Obviously he misunderstood something, but...in fact he didn't misunderstand, these people listened to Mr. Granger chatting with his own captain all night.

Hmmm...a group of drunks listening to two drunks chatting?

When Cyrus walked along the deck to the aft part of the passenger ship and turned around the corner to the stairs leading to the captain's cabin, he saw Locke in the stern, carrying rum and a small box around his neck.

"Don't bother him yet." Locke beckoned and pulled Cyrus from the door, "Your 'father' needs to rest."

Locke's shaking made Cyrus worry that he would fall to the ground in the next second, but the strength of the other's shaking was just in line with the shaking of the passenger ship, which just made him more stable.

"Locke...captain?"

"Uh huh~ you are Cyrus? Mr. Granger often mentioned you when we were chatting with me." Locke quietly opened a drunken eye and peeked at the boy, "You seem to be very good~"

"However...Since Mr. Granger has admitted it, I won't say anything more... Please protect her."

Locke was talking to himself, and some aroused waves slapped his side face, but Cyrus knew what the other party was talking about, so he nodded embarrassingly.

"Magic...huh~ I heard that you are writing magic stories..."

He took two steps closer to Cyrus, casually threw the wine bottle into the sea, and wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, completely unable to tell that he was an excellent history student who graduated from Oxford University.

He sat down on the steps and stretched.

"So~ you plan to visit those ancient ruins with me?" Locke stretched his legs extremely lazily, "But it is very dangerous to talk about the premise... But believe me, if you can persist, you will definitely be able to write A blockbuster novel"

He smiled brightly, showing his dirty teeth, a smile that was very different from Lockhart's.

It's a visceral excitement, like a hippie who dismisses all injustice with a cynical attitude.

"Where is the specific location? Usually, there will be an official ship escort for this kind of thing." Cyrus asked, "Even if it is sponsored by a private person, you can still apply to the official."

"Yes...but it's a general trade fleet. Our archaeology, and the location is near the high seas, it's hard to pass the trial...so I don't want to go through that cumbersome process"

Locke suddenly thought of something and said, "Should Wendell have said it? But it doesn't matter, if there is danger at that time, I will ask Will to take you away in advance..."

Since a friend trusts him, he will not abandon it.

The two chatted casually, but Cyrus was listening more, and could hear Locke's gratitude to the Granger family, as well as his acquaintance with Granger in college.

If it weren't for Locke's denial, he might still be Hermione's godfather.

"This pendant...looks very dated"

"Huh? Haha... know the goods!" Locke happily opened the small box.

It didn't contain any life-saving medicines, and it wasn't the kind of picture of a woman or child in the dog blood plot. It was just a compass spinning around.

"If necessary, you can write it into the novel." He stared at the compass that seemed to be broken, a little absent-minded, "It was passed down to me by my great-grandfather, and he said that a friend handed it over to him for safekeeping. He found the big paper boat he buried as a child"

"Of course, later he happily gave the jar that he had forgotten in the early years to the person who deserved it - great-grandmother"

It sounds like a little street rumor, similar to a story made up by the owner of some small souvenir shop for customers.

Locke sneered at himself, but Cyrus didn't think so.

"I believe...sounds amazing"

"I don't believe it... Eh? You actually believe it?" The captain smiled like a child who wanted to show off, "I told people about it, but they didn't believe it. It seems that there is something that can guide people to know deeply, The direction of the most desired item”

The morning sea breeze blew away his drunkenness, and Locke grabbed his hand and stuffed the compass hanging around his neck into his hand.

"Try it? I have used it to find several ruins..."

The reason why Locke is famous in the exploration circles of some rich people is because he has found many ruins, even the Mayans, although the later discoverers did not write Locke.

But he doesn't care!Captain Locke doesn't care about these fame and wealth, he just wants to find all the secrets in the world.

"Keep calm...don't panic~" he guided Cyrus, "you have to recognize yourself, you have to have a deep enough understanding of yourself"

All I could see was that the pointer flying around on the compass slowly narrowed the swinging range, and finally pointed slowly behind Cyrus, stood firm and motionless, a magical force was pulling Cyrus' body heart.

'what?what is itah...what? ' A lunatic-like soliloquy sounded in Cyrus's heart, and stopped with the pointer.

"Unbelievable..."

Even Locke couldn't make the pointer stop so accurately. When he was looking for those ruins, the pointer would often tremble slightly in that direction.

The first twilight of the morning flickers slowly under the clouds, like luminous clouds, drifting overhead, something like sky blue mixed with deep gold, twisted and twisted.

From the corner of his eye, Cyrus saw the hair on the back of his hand stand up, feeling like a low-intensity lightning passed through his body.

The tip of the pointer is sharply aimed at the direction of the bow, but sometimes it moves smoothly and orderly, like a gun aimed at a moving living body.

"A match for old children? Very suitable." Shirley popped out of nowhere.

Locke hurriedly put his hands on the lid, closed the lid of the compass, and stood up. The small box turned into some kind of exorcism treasure-like decoration and hung on his chest, but Shirley didn't care what they were doing just now.

"I just don't want two children to be a drag on this operation. Famous literati are obviously not suitable." She lazily lit up a lady's cigarette and blew on Cyrus.

She was only wearing a light-colored sports shirt, the rolled-up hem revealing her flat stomach, a belt around her waist, and sexy ultra-short jeans underneath. Hormones were scattered in the humid air, and she bent slightly and vomited Cigarettes, like a street lady teasing her younger brother.

This attire made the men fascinated last night, but it couldn't shake the old and the young in front of them.

"Who is involved, it has nothing to do with you~" Locke gently lifted her hand, and pulled it to the other side, "Beautiful lady...why don't you listen to Mr. Will's advice?"

"Honestly, I don't think much of you, just relying on your sorcery...box?"

Shirley was somewhat annoyed by his hippie-like attitude, along with Cyrus, even though she knew the young man was a famous writer.

"At your age, I can already chase giant pythons and crocodiles alone in the Amazon rainforest." Shirley shook her head at Cyrus, who looked a little thin, incomprehensible, "What can you do? Promise me, be honest when the time comes." just follow us"

She sees Cyrus and Hermione as a liability, like a novelist who goes mad for inspiration.

Hmm... Cyrus just raised a Norwegian Ridgeback and a ferocious and dangerous blue dog, plus built a tribe of horsemen in the Forbidden Forest, and shredded a basilisk with his bare hands...

Compared with Shirley, it's just a little bit worse.

"Okay, go in and wake up your future father." Locke patted Cyrus's butt, and urged, "Today is a big meal, full of lobster and king crab, I guarantee that you will not want to eat seafood for a year."

"I'm not interested in your stuff...whether it's selling the gold or fixing the boat and selling it, I don't care...so leave me alone, okay? Your-- Miss"

Captain Locke patted the deck beside him lightly, and pressed the captain's cap as a sign of courtesy.

"I hope so." Shirley also threw down the cigarette butt indifferently, "The responsibility of me and Will doesn't include protecting some people...Since you agree, then...that's your business"

"Of course~ on my ship, that's my crew"

(Jack Sparrow: Sorry~ That's my compass, give it back to me)