The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The crowd of the whole passenger ship is divided into three parts: the sailors and the captain, the passengers going to Florida, and Mr. Will and his party, which are basically irrelevant to each other.

"Fuck off... bitch~" A burly old sailor shoved a man, "you can go away tomorrow... we are not your waiters..."

The traveler was one of the loafing youths, and there might have been another argument at play, but when Cyrus called Hermione to get up, he saw Hermione throw the pool water at the old sailor.

The old sailor had a beard around his face, and his accent sounded... American?

Except for a group of young men and women, the rest of the middle-aged couples were watching the jokes. The clothes looked a bit like modern aristocratic western clothes and court corsets.

"God~" Hermione rubbed her eyes and glanced that her parents were not in the corridor, so she lay on Cyrus' back and squinted to watch the farce below.

"They are definitely not yacht stewardess in the traditional sense... But I don't like that group of people, it was so noisy next door to me last night"

"Noisy?" Cyrus meditated on the deck at the bow in the middle of the night, "They moved the party to the room?"

"No! Forget it..." Hermione blushed again when she remembered the ups and downs of the neighbor's screaming last night, and she punched him with her fist in embarrassment, "It's just noisy!!"

Hearing their quarrel, it seems that the old sailor was annoyed by the group of playful people, and the constant patting and scolding made him angry.

These young men and women are not ordinary people. According to the luxury of Mr. Will's ship and the grooming of other guests, they are probably the children of nobles and rich merchants.

"They called Mr. Skullbreaker the outcast of the race, these little bastards who killed thousands of knives... sorry"

Said a furtive man with a monkey face, cursed under his breath, then explained to the two of them, and held the cross around his neck to apologize for his rudeness just now.

"So these people are racists?" Hermione frowned, feeling inexplicably unhappy.

She read the whole book and history, and found something wrong in an instant, but she was a little melancholy, as if she heard the lament of England immersed in its old glory.

"No~ they're more elitist," Cyrus corrected her.

"why?"

"Because those who think they are the best of their race will despise them along with ordinary people of their own race, forming a kind of elitism." Cyrus remembered that Miss Shirley.

In fact, arguing with sailors on a long-distance ship is not a good option. Generally, sailors are not in a good state of mind, which will lead to some bad things happening.

But fortunately, Captain Locke Sparrow Sarver came. The old sailor with a scar on his face stopped when he saw the captain, and let go of the hand that was pinching the young man's neck.

"Huh... take care of your waiter"

The young man was a little scared at first, worried that the other party would get violent and sink himself into the bottom of the sea, but now... the arrival of the captain gave him courage again.

"Will..." Locke held a wine bottle and said in a low voice towards the person behind him.

"I didn't expect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on your boat~" Mr. Will said calmly, "Apologize~ Your father asked me to take care of you on the road... It's not like letting you mess around"

Will reprimanded those young men, and they reluctantly apologized to the other sailors in the most perfunctory way.

"Let's go~ there's nothing to see here"

Mr. Granger leaned out from behind, and Hermione slid off Cyrus's back in fright, staring straight at the crack in the floor.

The restaurant is on the third floor, and the next room is a tavern and coffee shop. Cyrus and the Granger family ate seafood all day and almost threw up. Later, Cyrus couldn't stand it and did it himself.

Blessed by Karma Taj, luckily there are usually chili peppers on board... this finally saved their lives, and the vixen faded out of their mouths.

Mrs. Granger was a little happy looking at the food on the table that was more unique in taste than others, and the look in Cyrus' eyes became more and more satisfied, but Mr. Granger...

"It's over..." Mr. Granger realized that Cyrus might be more miserable than himself in the future.

Since being brought back by Cyrus, Mr. Granger had been scolded by his wife for more than an hour in the room, so he dared not drink alcohol.

"I didn't expect Uncle Locke's prestige to be quite great."

"Of course...it's not prestige to be precise," Mr. Granger told her, "it's respect..."

Mr. Granger recognized the appearance of some of these sailors. He was somewhat familiar with them before, but he couldn't remember where he saw them until today when he heard the title of 'skullbreaker'.

"The old sailor just now..." He lowered his head, rinsed his mouth with fruit juice, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "It was a murderer a long time ago, before you were born."

"Skull crushing... He used to work in a shipyard. It is said that because the boss was not responsible for the work-related injuries, he led someone to smash the boss's head in a fit of anger."

"Murderer?!" Hermione covered her mouth in shock.

"Yes... But this matter caused a lot of controversy at the time. After that, many shipyards have new regulations to be responsible for workers' work-related injuries." Granger sighed, "Maybe after he was released from prison , was accepted by Locke"

It is generally difficult for people who are released from prison to find a job, especially the old sailor, no shipyard is willing to accept him.

"Is there such a thing in the wizarding world?" Hermione asked the boy.

"Maybe, but it won't cause much impact." Cyrus handed her a peeled shrimp, "but wizards have no choice, either go to work or wander, or go to Azkaban."

Azkaban is not like the "human rights" prisons in Europe. No one wants to go there to eat and drink. It is enough for wizards to barely survive.

At noon the next day, the passenger ship finally docked at the port of Florida, and the sailors finally breathed a sigh of relief. They angrily threw the chairs that the group of people sat on the ship in front of Cyrus.

The Grangers also said goodbye to the two, and they cheerfully helped each other off the boat, looking forward to the next beach holiday.

"I'm a bit regretful." Hermione looked at her parents who had gone away, and thought of the golden beach and the spacious hotel.

And she and Cyrus could only walk around the small shops and the nearest beach, because they were going to continue towards their goal in the evening, and they didn't even know where the wizarding world in Florida was.

Because the magic world in the United States is the most conservative and closed, if there is no professional guidance, wizards from other countries will not know where they will hide.

"I miscalculated, I should have asked Anthony about it earlier."

"Who knew we would come to the United States..." Hermione rolled her eyes, "And it's a private passenger ship, I'd rather see Miss Queenie Goldstein"

In the end, the two could only buy some souvenirs and emergency items recommended by the sailors.

Hermione spent almost all of her money along the way, and she almost spent the thousands of dollars that she had exchanged in advance, and Cyrus was shocked by the speed of the consumption.

Until seeing that Hermione was also wearing Miami's hottest cropped short sleeves and short jeans, Cyrus suddenly felt that Hermione's money was well spent, especially the sunglasses and denim high-heeled leather boots.

'Next time I need to learn some traceless stretching spells, otherwise it will be inconvenient to carry things'

Cyrus, Lord Hermione's butler, thug and vice president, was carrying a lot of protective tools and various sunscreens, and his other hand was full of clothes.

"What do you think of these clothes?" The wilted Hermione held a stack of small closed bags, "I see you like these clothes..."

She held the small corner of the bag and lifted it up, and gently swayed it in front of Cyrus' eyes, causing him to swallow hard, but unfortunately... Hermione probably wouldn't show it to him.

“Very...pretty good”

At the moment when the sun was gradually setting, Captain Locke stood on a wooden stake at the pier, calling for the sailors to replenish the resources to board the ship, and urged the two of them.

"Are you ready?"

"No problem...Captain!!" The sailors skillfully returned to their respective posts, and the old sailor called the rest of the crew to board the ship while pulling in the anchor, and they finally raised their smiling faces.

"Parents are gone..." Hermione whispered, and ran away immediately.

"Ok?"

It was only later that he realized: Mr. and Mrs. Granger were not here, so wouldn't they be able to sleep in the same room?Will it be bad?Should we sleep together?

After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he still wanted to live in the same room as Hermione.

Cyrus had a lot of distracting thoughts, putting things away, resting and chatting along the way, but Hermione didn't seem to notice anything, and just mentioned the location of her room intentionally or unintentionally.

It lasted until the evening dinner, when the mysterious Mr. Will took out a huge nautical chart, removed the wine bottle and tableware, and placed it in the middle of the table.

(Wait a minute, there is another chapter, a little bit of Calvin)