The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Thank you for your rewards, it’s great, and I managed to survive another month)

Love, this is a word infinitely close to a miracle, beyond everything.

It connects every living body, permeates every multiverse, and is close to eternal existence. This most essential emotion comes from the depths of the soul and spreads among various ideologies.

"Stop~"

It looked like a bright yellow shadow mixed with Alice blue with a little ivory, a huge figure floating over the entire North Atlantic Ocean, and it smelled like freshly picked strawberries.

"Why don't you stop and have a rest?" It's like a child abandoned in an amusement park, helpless to the busy people in the whole world.

Then it noticed Cyrus, and it said, "You have a vast soul..."

Does he have it?Does he have a... expansive soul?

That voice, too, was wrapped in waves of white noise, washing against Cyrus' ears, like...like a call with poor reception.

The sea parted, and out of it came the saddest tones, from the depths.

Cyrus regained his composure, and when he woke up, he found that Hermione had woken up a long time ago. She leaned against the head of the bed and stared at him with her head down. She had a peaceful expression, and it must have been a rare good dream.

"Morning~" She scratched the side of Serres' face with her fingertips.

After Cyrus got up, Hermione waved lightly, and took out a pair of new socks from the luggage, black stockings with a pattern of cat's paws on the bottom.

A blush flashed across her face, she looked at Cyrus from time to time, and immediately shifted her gaze elsewhere when the other party turned his head.

When the two went out, they just ran into Shirley coming out of the stairs, wearing loose trousers and short sleeves.

"It seems that you didn't play too crazy at night~" She looked at the two jokingly, and then continued to walk towards the deck.

"We're here..." Cyrus stood in the corridor on the second floor, watching the color of the sea become clearer, and the islands with more bushes in the distance.

The two went to the restaurant to get some food at random. Hermione seemed to be in a good mood along the way, but her eyes were always a little dodgy. When she was discovered, she was like a frightened rabbit, although she immediately returned to normal in the next second.

The sailors on the deck were all throwing fishing nets, fixed on the edge, and dragging something with this huge passenger ship.

"Good news! We found it last night." Captain Locke left Will beside him, turned around and came to Cyrus, "The huge ancient Spanish fleet!"

In the early hours of this morning, they thought they had hit a reef. When the sailors checked, they found that the hull was not damaged, and they saw bits of broken boards floating up.

Sailors attempted to salvage, pulling up many wrecks.

Although the so-called treasures and secrets have not been discovered, it is still good news.

The area of ​​this archipelago has not yet been developed, and even Florida is just getting started, let alone the North Atlantic Ocean, where there are almost no people, and fishermen will not come here.

"Hmm... smoother than I thought," Mr. Will said.

Almost everyone on this ship has their own uses, Cyrus and Hermione are the recorders, Will is the investor, the sailors are the coolies, but Shirley...

Perhaps seeing Hermione's confused eyes, Will explained: "She is our starry sky observer, she is used to determine the direction, and also includes observing the navigation chart."

It was hard to see that the casually dressed woman still had two brushes.

"Found it!" The old sailor named Skullbreaker took off his helmet and raised the skull in his hand. He was no stranger to such things.

"It's the Spanish fleet..." Cyrus confirmed, looking at the battered, seaweed-covered hat on top of the skull, "but... the knife is not, it's not a standard army knife"

"The scale is about three masts..."

Shirley judged the size of the fleet through the wreckage in the fishing net.

In the medieval navy, all navy knives were uniform, and there were corresponding ones. Navy knives made according to military ranks from childhood to adulthood were rarely as simple as a blade inserted into a wooden stick.

But the most important thing is not that the costume of the skull doesn't match the weapon. Hermione tugged on Cyrus' sleeve in disgust, and pointed to another pile of rusty weapons. She found a few different things.

"Didn't Professor Binns mention it? All the wizards who searched for the legend are dead..." Hermione whispered, lying on his shoulder.

"Are you interested in this kind of thing? You can take it back as a souvenir." Mr. Will said flatly, "As long as you don't dislike that pile of weapons, you can take some back and clean it."

"Really? Thank you so much!" Hermione slapped the skull off Cyrus' hand, and dragged him to the pile of junk.

Cyrus took the handkerchief handed over by the girl, feeling a little bit reluctant, but still took out a few thin stick-shaped things from the iron under the urging eyes.

It is covered with seaweed and small shells, but hundreds of years of polishing have not worn away the carved patterns on it, and there are not even signs of breakage.

He tentatively swiped across with magic power, perhaps because of years of burial, which made his reaction a little slow, and it took five or six seconds before he could pass back the reaction.

It really is a magic wand.

Due to historical reasons, some wizards did not hide like they do today, and many wizards even dressed up as bards and magic wands. Therefore, there is a high probability that this fleet is a mixture of ordinary people and wizards reaching some kind of agreement of.

But... it can't be because everyone was buried in the storm, right?

"Wait..." Captain Locke suddenly looked down at the compass in his hand, became serious, and shouted, "By the boat! Stop in the shallow water ahead!"

"No, wait..." Will frowned, and continued to order the sailors to salvage, and continued to rummage through the pile of objects.

And said to himself: "Impossible... that thing is here"

"What did you encounter?"

Hermione found that Uncle Locke was also a little impatient, but because of Will's request, he could only wait, but his right leg was a little restless pointing to the deck, and his eyes kept swaying in front of the front and the compass.

"It's dangerous..." Locke simply replied, "I have a hunch that this place can't stay for long"

Locke's intuition was honed through adventure after adventure. He felt his scalp bursting, making a crackling sound, and there was an itch that penetrated into the brain of ancient mammals.

His subconscious mind rang the alarm.

At the same time, Cyrus also wrapped the three wands in a handkerchief, stood up and shouted: "Quick! Let the sailors come up!!"

The released life force sensed the approach of a group of creatures, but Will seemed to be possessed, rummaging for things, not understanding the cries of the others at all, and Shirley was standing on the observatory with her hands folded to watch the show.

Because of Will's previous order, another group of sailors dived into the bottom of the sea just now, a total of three people.

"This is the fleet!" Will suddenly threw a box open, and a large pile of water and a golden cup fell out of it, "I found it...for ten years...I found him immediately ten years!!"

"I have bad news... Everyone, it looks like a school of sharks, they are coming towards us." Shirley stood at the top, watching the slowly approaching black shadow with a telescope.

"Gold Cup...Spanish fleet... Pull! Pull people!" Will urged Locke, and shouted to the two little ones, "Go back to your room!"

With the orders of the two leaders, the sailors immediately began to pull the rope and use expensive radio equipment to call the people below, but the radio waves were intermittent.

But something bad happened. The sailors pulled the nylon ropes hard, and they all fell backwards due to inertia. The ropes broke, and Will lay on the railing in a panic, a little terrified.

It seems that the world is using actual actions to stage the past history for them: how several three-masted Spanish fleets and wizards were buried in the bay.

"It's impossible...the legend...how is it possible?" Will wanted to take out his notebook and look through it.

"What did you not say!" Captain Locke looked at him, a little angry, and ordered the sailors to put down the motorboat and go down to rescue people, but Will stopped him.

"It's like this... You know I'm still looking for the fleet of the Fountain of Youth, right? But... this Spanish fleet also came to find the legend, and they encountered a curse... This is the legend of the sea curse!"

Will suppressed his panic and explained the situation to them:

"It is rumored that the Fountain of Youth needs the tears of mermaids to obtain it, but it is precisely because of this requirement that the mermaids were hunted and killed, so they cursed angrily, and cursed that everyone who got the golden cup would be buried in the sea."

"This... is one of the pair of golden cups!" Will raised the golden cup among the crowd.

Everyone's eyes became complicated, greed, fear and longing intertwined, only Shirley froze for a moment, urging them to leave or dock.

Just like in the dream, the black shadow split the sea, and there were uncomfortable screams from below. This astonishing scene shocked everyone.

"I can save them!" Cyrus called them back to God.

"The premise is that you must rot what happened today in your stomach..."

"It can't be saved! Go!!" Xue Li urged, pointing to the island in front of her, "Go ashore! Go ashore and escape!"

But the sailors didn't do that. They followed Captain Locke through countless adventures. Even if they died, they had to save their brothers. As sailors, they had long been prepared to die at sea one day.

"What can you do?" The skinny Cyclops sailor grabbed Cyrus' hand and begged, "Say it! We can do it..."

The monkey-like sailor on the other side began to pray to God again, and was a little overwhelmed by this unreasonable scene that shattered the world view.

It seems to be praying for God's forgiveness.

The mermaids in the bay are like water ghosts. They bared their teeth, not at all like the mermaids in the phone call, and threw their weapons at the people on the deck.

The sound of sorrow is like the cry of the sea.

(Continue to write the last episode of National Day this weekend)