days at Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Traces of Azkaban

"Welcome aboard the Willump Sylvia Explorer, this journey departs from the River Thames via Grace to Southend and finally sails in Southend."

In front of the crowd, the explainer in a maritime uniform introduced with a sweet voice, with a polite and mechanical tone.

Loren felt nothing in his heart, and even felt a little sleepy.On both sides were the Grangers, who protected Loren and Hermione in the middle, waiting quietly to board the ship.

Wendell looked at the hull and said, "Can't fish while the boat is sailing?"

“There will be periods of slow-moving and stagnation, reserved for the entertainment of the tourists,” Loren explained.

Wendell stared at the big ship, clenched the box in his hand, secretly thinking about the unknown content.

"It's all done, let's board the ship." Grandpa Bates came from the back and handed the tickets to everyone. "The bank manager told me that there are screening conditions for this trip, and the service must be great."

The plan to rent a yacht was replaced by a boat ticket. Anyway, at least Loren felt it was a good deal.

He shook the backpack on his back. There were only a few sets of clothes in it, which weighed nothing at all.

The same is true of other people's backpacks, which are very light.Everything that might be needed was in Hermione's little linen bag, except for the two boxes that Wendell and Bates held.

"Dad, why don't you put the contents of the box in my bag?" Hermione took Monica's hand and poked her head out to look at Wendell's box.

"Listen Hermione," Wendell said with a very serious expression, "we can't all carry the same backpack, that might arouse suspicion from others."

Loren looked at the fishing tackle box, which was slenderer than ordinary suitcases, and had mixed emotions in his heart.

He was silent for a while, and said, "The fishing gear is provided on the cruise ship, why do you have to bring it yourself?"

Bates grinned at the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, and then remembered Wendell's request, and suppressed his smile.

"Fishing gear, what does this have to do with fishing gear?" Wendell turned his head and asked pretending to be puzzled, "Is there any fishing service on board?"

"There is a fishing icon on the handle of the box." Monica reminded.

Wendell was very uncomfortable.

Except for Wendell, the others felt a little uncomfortable holding back their laughter.

There was silence all the way. After boarding the boat, the two families first found the reserved rooms and put their luggage.The two rooms are next to each other and are next door to each other.

Loren threw the backpack into the cabinet, sat on the bed, collapsed backwards, stretched his arms, and sank into the soft quilt.

The white sheets and quilt covers can't hide any stains at all. This arrangement allows passengers to use it with peace of mind. There is only a circle of blue stripes around the edge. The bed has a scent of detergent and a touch of lavender.

"It's not bad, it's quite clean." Bates walked around the room and looked around.Compared with Loren, who lay down as soon as he entered the room, he was more energetic.

"Did you buy the fishing gear or Hermione's father?" Loren suddenly remembered this question.

After waiting for a while without hearing an answer, Loren knew the answer.Wendell, he fell.

"Let's go, let's go shopping on the deck for a while." Bates pulled Loren up from the bed and dragged him out, "Granger's family needs to clear the things in the small bag, and there are two women, it is estimated that it will take some time."

The distance from London to Southend is not too far. If you calculate the time, you can set off in the afternoon and go to sea in the evening.

When passing by the next room, Loren raised his head and yelled at Hermione who was tidying up the cabinets: "Let's go for a stroll outside, see you in the dining room during dinner!"

Hermione waved her hand, indicating that she already knew.

There were not many people outside, and most of the tourists were resting in the room. Loren and Bates stood in the aisle of the atrium and looked out. They could vaguely see the pedestrians and trees on the bank, and the river surface rippled like a curtain.

There are various entertainment facilities, shops and even a coffee shop in the cabin.

When it was getting dark, the Granger family came to the restaurant together, and Hermione spotted Loren sitting on the side at a glance.

Grandpa Bates sat aside and looked at the restaurant, while Loren was digging a large cup of strawberry ice cream with a small spoon.

"Why only eat ice cream, aren't you hungry?" Hermione asked.

Loren sipped the spoon, looked up and began to recommend: "Fish and chips are delicious, pasta is delicious, lamb chops are delicious, barbecue is also delicious, salmon is not delicious..."

Hermione understood right away, it wasn't just ice cream, but the main meal had already been eaten, and this was dessert.

Wendell and Monica went to fetch food, Hermione sat down and exchanged experiences with Loren, about the bad coffee, and there will be music performances in the cabin at night...

In less than half a day, Loren was familiar with the situation on the boat.

When Wendell and Monica came back with food, Loren and Bates had disappeared, and Hermione held the strawberry ice cream left by Loren alone, tasting spoonful by spoonful.

The two didn't pay much attention to it. It's normal to feel fresh and explore around when they just got on the boat.

Steaming fish and chips, pasta covered with bright red tomato sauce, browned lamb chops...

No wonder Loren said this was delicious, and that was delicious, too.Hermione rubbed her swollen belly, noting sadly that she seemed a little full.

She looked up at Wendell, who was dipping large French fries in ketchup, one bite at a time, "Dad, don't you go fishing?"

"Fishing? What fishing, I'm not very interested." Wendell was very calm. He confirmed that the cruise ship will not open fishing activities on the first day.

"Really?" Hermione nodded indifferently, "But Loren has already gone."

"What?! Where is it? Hasn't the boat stopped yet? Isn't fishing still open?"

Both Hermione and Monica stared at Wendell.

Wendell restrained his expression and was silent for a moment: "I mean, don't violate the rules on the ship, it's not safe and you might get into trouble."

Hermione said "Oh": "The fishing service on the boat is not open, but some people will use their own fishing rods to go fishing on the second deck for a while. The staff will not dissuade them, and there are lifeguards beside them."

"I don't really want to fish. After all, Loren is a child, so it's understandable to be playful." Wendell said, sitting back in his seat stiffly, and continued dipping French fries in ketchup, but his movements were not so refreshing.

Seemingly remembering something, he turned his head and asked, "What about Bates?"

"Grandpa Bates went fishing too, the two of them went together."

"He, how could he..." Wendelton stood up suddenly, with an extremely resentful expression on his face. Facing the eyes of the mother and daughter, he sat back again, "I mean, some accessories of his fishing gear are still here. Without complete accessories, you can’t catch fish.”

"No, I have to send it to him." Wendell got up and was about to leave, with an expression of anxiety for Bates.

"It's okay, with Loren here, don't worry about missing accessories." Hermione's voice was innocent and cruel.

Wendell sat back, his expression changed again and again, fidgeting was visible to the naked eye, and his body moved on the seat.

"But it's not convenient to use magic on the boat, Dad, you'd better give the accessories to Grandpa Bates." Hermione's lovely face was full of kindness.

"You're right!" Wendell stood up and walked into the room.

Hermione looked at her father's back in a hurry, and grinned on Monica.

Monica pointed Hermione's nose with her finger, and said with a smile, "Did you tease Dad like this, and who did you learn from?"

"Hee hee hee……"

Hermione and Monica were not interested in fishing, so they ate their dinner slowly, took a turn around the cabin, listened to close-up music performances, watched impromptu performances, and did not go to the deck until after eating.

On a folding stool supported by a few strips of cloth on a simple bracket, Wendell, wearing a wide fisherman hat and fingerless gloves, quietly held the fishing rod with a solemn expression.

But Bates casually set up his fishing rod, paying more attention to the sea, as if the waves were the more attractive thing.

To Hermione's surprise, Loren was not fishing. He crossed his hands and held the railing, supported his body with his arms, leaned on the railing, and looked in the direction of the ship, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly there was a fresh scent in the slightly salty air, it was Hermione's scent, and Loren could recognize it without turning his head.

"What are you looking for?" Hermione followed his example, leaning against the side, and also looked in the direction of sailing.

Loren's eyes stretched into the distance: "Do you know Azkaban?"

How could Hermione not know about Azkaban, which is a famous prison for wizards? The prison is a prison located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea. It—”

Hermione recited this, her eyes lit up, they will pass through the North Sea this time, and she asked hesitantly: "When it was built, some specific spells were used. Is Azkaban hidden in the Muggle world?" It's also unplotable. We can't find it, can we?"

"Some magic works only on Muggles. Even if the prison is in front of Muggles, they can't see it, but we are wizards now."

"Yes! The Muggle Repelling Curse is like this!" Hermione became excited, she tried to search the knowledge in her mind, trying to find some traces of Azkaban according to the scenery in front of her.

"It is said that Azkaban began as a fortress inhabited by an evil wizard named Extis. He lured Muggles to the island and tortured them to death."

"After Extis' death, the concealment spell he used on the fortress and the island failed. The Ministry of Magic only knew of the existence of such a small island at this time. At this time, the place was full of dementors, and the Ministry of Magic was afraid of destroying it. The island would unleash the dementors, cause heavy casualties, and the island would be abandoned."

"In 1718, after Damocles Rolle was elected Minister of Magic, he insisted on using Azkaban as a prison because he believed that the dementors on the island could act as guards, saving time, cost and energy."

"The later Minister Edrich Diggory visited Azkaban Prison and witnessed the terrible sight inside. He began to seek an alternative to Azkaban, but Edrich died of dragon pox in 1747 , the plan to replace Azkaban will come to nothing.”

"It may have had a Stretching Charm or something of the sort used on its interior to ensure that it could hold all the criminals in England."

Listening to Hermione's small mouth chattering non-stop, Loren's head hurt a little, and he couldn't help asking: "You actually memorized all the trivial content."

Reflecting the light on the ship, Hermione's eyes sparkled: "It's interesting knowledge, isn't it? I once thought about why a prison can hold all the criminals in the UK, are there other prisons, what are the prisons in other countries, and the death penalty for wizards How to implement..."

When it comes to knowledge, Hermione always has infinite enthusiasm and curiosity. It is this kind of Hermione who possesses infinite charm.

Chattering, facing the dim sea, the two began to discuss while looking for traces of the faint Azkaban.

"I know there's also a wizard's prison."

"Huh? Why don't I know, what's the name, where is it? Is it also on the island?"

"Called Nurmengard..."

The wind was blowing tears out of his eyes, and he didn't see any trace of Azkaban, not even a small island.

"We're still in the Strait of Dover, which is below the North Sea and doesn't belong to the North Sea, so we can't find it." Hermione blushed and gave the reason for tonight's failure.

"If it wasn't for you, I would go back to fishing in a few minutes, and it's all your fault." Loren blamed himself habitually and naturally, and couldn't remember who mentioned Azkaban in the first place.

"The ship will probably pass through the middle of the North Sea tomorrow afternoon, and we'll come here and sit and watch tomorrow morning." Hermione recalled the map around the North Sea, guessing where Azkaban might exist.

"Are you still looking for it tomorrow?" Loren refused with a face full of words. He just had a whim and didn't intend to fight Azkaban. "Then what if you can't find it tomorrow?"

"Always give it a try!"

Hermione is also always extra serious about certain things.

"Loren, Hermione, they're going back after fishing." Monica walked over, looked at the red eyes of both of them from the wind, and rubbed their heads amusedly, "I don't know if the wind is too strong." Is it all stupid to avoid it?"

"Oh~" Hermione gently bumped her head against Monica's waist, and she led her to walk inside.

Bates was carrying two tackle boxes, Wendell was carrying a keg borrowed from the boat, and the two stood waiting for them at the entrance of the cabin.

Loren observed the smile on Wendell's face, knowing that he had a good harvest tonight, so he didn't ask, and walked towards the guest room on his own.Hermione was clinging to her mother and didn't even want to open her eyes to look at the road.

Wendell always felt uncomfortable while carrying the bucket. Monica knew what they had gained from watching them fish, but Loren and Hermione didn't.

Without letting these two people know, he caught three slender capelin in just a short while, and he always felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

"Hey, do you know? The fish you catch can be sent to the galley on the boat for free processing." Wendell's voice was louder than usual.

"I know, the crew said it when I was fishing," Bates responded.

Wendell's expression was extremely awkward. He originally wanted to remind Hermione and Loren, and now Bates answered, but the two children did not respond.

The three of Monica walked ahead, and there was no tendency to turn back and participate in their topics.

Wendell was silent for a while, then called out, "Hermione!"

"Huh?" Hermione turned to look at him.

"How do you know that I caught three marlins in a short while?" Wendell's voice was loud and natural.

"Huh?" Hermione looked blank, Dad, what are you talking about...

Beside them, the shoulders of the other three trembled, and they couldn't hold back their laughter.

　A certain Hermione leader wants to urge the author at any time to see if there are other friends with similar ideas. I will build a building here. I will build a group when there are 20 people.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)