[HP] Pirate Radio and White Album

Sirius quickly understood all of this. For example, this is the North Sea...the open sea, so the Ministry of Magic cannot detect the use of magic here, so the three underage wizards can use magic freely.

For example, this platform is a building left by Britain to fight against the Germans during World War II. Because it was on the high seas, it was not demolished afterwards.

Even MI6 cannot clearly grasp the number of such platforms built in this sea.

Everyone only vaguely knows that there are these in the sea, but no one knows what are the specific ones.

Sirius got acquainted with Quentin——the gentleman who is responsible for sponsoring and maintaining the smooth operation of the pirate radio station. He is Vivienne's godfather. dialogue between.

Iluvita is...a very kind and gentle woman, she has no dissatisfaction with Sirius.

"He's so good-looking," she laughs, before getting Joshua to complain, "I wasn't too bad-looking when I was young."

"Honey," Iluvita kissed her husband, "You are still young now."

The dog food was sprinkled openly, leaving Sirius dumbfounded.

Severus just ate his lunch on his plate very calmly.

"The housekeeping spell?" He asked Vivienne who had prepared the lunch. "Writing down these spells and publishing them can make a lot of money."

"Are you sure?" Vivian thought for a while, and thought this was a good suggestion.

"Oh, I want to announce something." Quentin said, "Sev's drink recipe is sold. The other party gave a sum of money to buy out the recipe."

Quentin produced a check and handed it to Severus.

"Although the other party gave us dollars, I still like pounds. So."

Severus saw the check.

"If you need, I can deposit it in the bank for you. If you have any fund products or stocks that you want to buy, I can help you invest..."

Joshua coughed.

"Quentin, we agreed not to engage in these financial things."

"Ah, I'm used to it." Quentin bowed to everyone, "I'm done eating, so I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette."

"I'll go with you." Mark followed Quentin.

Sirius didn't care how much money Severus made, but Vivian was curious.

"How much? Mind telling me?"

Severus passed the check.

"£20."

"Oh, it looks like Quentin gave you a small change." Vivienne didn't change her face, "This is really good. The benefits for newcomers are like this."

"???" Sirius looked at the lunch in front of him, "You sold a drink recipe..."

"Yeah. That's Coca-Cola, that's a public stock in the U.S., and it's very, very rich. It's a small fortune to them."

"what?"

This time it was the two young men who showed blank expressions.

Vivian sighed.

"You don't care about the capital world at all, right?"

"What capital?"

"What capital, the capital, which country?"

"Let me take you to Kubo." Vivienne said, "He said it better than me."

Kubo on the lowest level plays music besides sleeping and eating, and intermittently hosts small programs, such as topic discussions every Friday, and then throws out topics for next Friday, and then waits for letters from the audience.

The delivery address is at a post office box in London.

Every week Vivienne would go to that letter.

Vivian left the special seat, wrote a note to Kubo and handed it over.

Kubo saw the content on the note and nodded to Vivienne.

Vivian left the two wizards who had been fighting in the school for five years and turned around.

She went to help Marina clean the boat.

Raggedness and rust are the hallmarks of this pirate station, but the level of danger rises with age.

The whole afternoon was spent in testing.

During dinner time, Vivienne had to drag away two wizards who were reluctant to leave while getting dinner for Kubo.

"Have a meal."

"Cooper...he's amazing." Sirius admired him, "He knows everything."

Severus muttered to himself, "How much does he know?"

"Yes, he was still in America and Che Guevara..." Joshua just started, Quentin coughed and stopped the topic.

"Shh." Vivian raised her finger and said to the two wizards who didn't know Che Guevara, "You can't say that."

The doubts are getting bigger and bigger.

Sirius decided to ask Iluvita.

His decisiveness to the point of recklessness was immediately responded to.

"Who is Che Guevara?" Iluvita was preparing her evening radio content, "Oh, it's the modern Saint Just."

"Saint-Just?"

"He's as handsome as Saint-Just." Iluvita smiled apologetically at Sirius, "Then it's my radio time."

Then, Iluvita recommended a new album, chatted about summer and summer vacation, talked about the news, and finally said his expectations before the end, "I hope there will be a few more interesting new albums in summer."

The ending song was "The Sound of Silence".The most classic version of Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.

"Can we leave this song off for dinner?" Mark grumbled, before apologizing to Vivienne. "Dinner was great."

"You should lose weight."

"Is there no magic spell that can make people eat meat and gain weight and be healthy?"

"Perhaps there is such a potion."

Hearing what Vivian said, Mark immediately looked at Severus.

"Sev, you must be able to get some potion to lose weight immediately?"

Severus replied curtly.

"No, no."

Actually there are.

But in order for Mark to exercise more, the little wizard chose to lie.

After dinner, Sirius wandered over to the room where vinyl records were played, and the whole room was full of vinyl records placed upright.

"so amazing."

Vivienne, who was picking out a record, didn't look up, but took out an album with a beautiful cover.

"Look, this one is from the Beatles. I heard that the Esher Demos in it was recorded at Harrison's house. I really want to hear this version..."

Vivienne happily talked about music. At this moment, she was not the genius who played music in the final exam and made Professor Flitwick in Charms admire. Nor was she the calm and calm Ravenclaw , simply a person who loves music.

"Oh, yes." Sirius answered her incoherently, and then said, "I'm here this summer?"

"If you have somewhere else to go..."

"No." It's obviously easy to admit "nowhere to go," and once you admit it, it's easy.

"I'd be more than happy to stay."

Vivian looked up at Sirius, and after a while, she asked, "Are you going to listen to Mark's radio station? It's very interesting."

Sirius hurried away.

I ran into Marina on the road, and she insisted on giving him a large piece of pineapple pie and a pot of black tea.

"Where is Mark's cup, you and him have a drink."

So when Sirius opened the door with the next door, he saw Mark swearing unrequitedly.

The kind where ten words in a sentence have to be silenced for five words.

But very contagious.

When Mark saw Sirius come in, he played the music, then turned off the communication device, and walked over.

Sirius put the plate on the corner of an empty table and found the cup Marina had mentioned.

He glanced at the situation inside the cup, not wanting to know how long it hadn't been washed, so he just took out his magic wand and said in a low voice, "Clean it up".

Mark picked up the pineapple pie and looked at the boy.

"You know," he lowered his voice and looked at Sirius with a serious expression, "I watched Vivienne grow up, if you dare to bully my little girl, I will let you know that being known by 3000 million people is What does it feel like to be a scumbag."

—Basically equal to social death.

"Yes, sir." Sirius picked up the teacup and took a sip of the black tea he poured himself.

"Why do you call me - sir? Are you an Etonian?" Mark rolled his eyes. "Listen, we can do what we say, you understand?"

"I know. Very clearly, understand."

"Nasty noble boy."

Mark left this sentence and went back to work.

Sirius hurried away.

Running to the deck, he saw Quentin still smoking.

"Hey, little wizard." Quentin waved at Sirius, "You know, we don't discriminate against your origin."

"Oh, thank you very much."

For the first time, Sirius calmly faced the fact of his origin.

"It's about what you do, not who you are. Right?"

"Yes, sir."

"So, let me introduce myself at breakfast tomorrow. And, my site does not support people who don't work. Even if you are a little boy brought up by my dear goddaughter."

Oh, right.

Sirius came to his residence, lay down on the blanket in this narrow cubicle, and thought in a daze.

"I didn't even introduce myself."

The person who met him for the first time, because he was the "fiancé" brought up by Vivian, accepted him without even asking his name.

"so cool."

And, something else.

warmer.

At the breakfast table, Sirius introduced himself.

"I'm Sirius."

Quentin held out his hand first.

"Welcome, little wizard."

Then he grabbed Sirius' hand and didn't let go.

"what will you do?"

"Can do a little bit of everything."

"You are welcome this summer vacation."

Everyone introduced themselves to each other, and then began to enjoy breakfast.

Undoubtedly, what was placed in front of the three underage wizards was spaghetti.

Tomato bolognese with noodles.