Ron turned his head and saw Hermione with a faint smile,
His face immediately showed the legendary expression of skipping class to play online games and being caught by his parents. Similarly..,
The way he followed Hermione out dejectedly also had the feeling of a "hero at the end of his road".
He found an empty tent nearby and sat down,
Hermione did not directly inquire about her brother's love life,
Instead, she took out the question that she did not understand today, "You spent a lot of time with Harry. Do you remember what he said about that band? Or rather..,
What songs did he hum? "
It sounded like a serious matter,
Ron, who had been sitting awkwardly, straightened his face and said rather seriously, "Do you think I haven't recalled,
Who would pay attention to these details at that time? And as far as I know..,
This band is basically just starting now,
And Harry... "He might have even seen the peak and dissolution of this band.
Hermione had thought about this question, "But since Harry gave us this clue, we must be able to answer it."
Ron scratched his cheek, "I guess he should have put his hopes on you — I don't believe he dares to put his hopes on my memory!" But after a long while, he still said something useful,
"I've asked Red Robin to help me get the band's works and lyrics,
But... it seems that it hasn't been officially released on CD, so it might be a little troublesome. "
Hermione replied with a "Hmm", and her heart spun a few times. She felt that they might have to think about the problem from another angle.
Ron saw his friend's serious expression,
He tried to be optimistic and said, "Maybe I can remember something after listening to the song."
Hermione slowly turned her head, then looked up and said, "What are you and Drac arguing about?"
As expected, it came. Ron's eyelids twitched,
He laughed dryly, "What kind of argument can I have with him? You say such things at this time..."
"That's why I care." The adult version of Hermione looked like Professor Mcgonagall when she put on a stern face.
"You can beat your brains out in school and see if I care." Perhaps he was a little like Snape.
Ron was speechless.
He looked around for a while.
His gaze fell on Hermione's raincoat at the door. Hermione followed his gaze and heard Little Weisles say, "There's something wrong with this rain, right? That's why Mr. Xavier and Mr. Wayne forced everyone to train step by step. They didn't even miss the cultural lessons. "
Professor X and Batman had been working hard to maintain the stability of this special group ever since the first cycle of understanding the current situation. Poison's preferred strategy was military training. Under the high-intensity training and deliberate emotional guidance, there was basically no breakdown in the school. In contrast, the residents of the town were moving out one after another.
"... But I'm still scared." Ron said, "I don't know when this damn situation will end. I only know that I'm not a strong-willed person. Otherwise, my grades in Potions class would have been better... Although I can't tell if those emotional problems are my own problems or because of the rain, but..." He paused for a few seconds, then calmly said, "I'm afraid that if I stay with Drac every day, I'll quarrel with him."
Hermione never thought that he would try so hard to avoid Drac for this reason. She was silent for a moment, then asked, "What would you quarrel with him about?"
This made things difficult for Ron for a moment. He counted with his fingers and said, "He's a gentleman who pays attention to etiquette. I'm a commoner who grew up fighting — no, a child of the poor. His hobby after school is Potions and Magic Spells. I like to play Wizard Chess and Quidditch when I'm free. He likes to drink coffee and it has to be from a cat. I like to mix butter and beer with cola... Let's not talk about other things, just that Old Poison of his is enough to give me headaches until I'm seventeen years old!"
"... Old Poison?" Hermione was confused for a moment before she realized that he was referring to Malfoy the Elder.
"So you see, if we want to quarrel, what can't we quarrel about?" Ron suddenly wanted to drink a cup of tea, but there was only a half-cold pot of herbal tea in front of him. He felt even more depressed.
Hermione massaged her temples. She more or less understood that this was the specific manifestation of class conflict in a relationship. If she did not learn Marxism-Leninism, she might not be able to fundamentally solve the problem, so Hermione chose to find another way.
She patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Have you ever thought that when we graduate, if there is such a day, Drac will most likely inherit his family's business, and you will at most start from the bottom. After twenty years, your monthly salary will be enough to buy a pair of shoes for Little Poison. When the time comes, you will still be together. Do you plan to squeeze together in the shabby house, live together in the Malfoy manor, or move out together? How will you share the living expenses? Where will you spend Christmas? What if your father and his father fight? How will the next generation of the Malfoy family be settled? I don't know which era Professor Snape is still wandering in now... "
A series of questions hit Ron's face. Little Weisles' face looked a little bleak. After a long time, he came back to his senses and squeezed out a sentence, "Whether we can live to graduate is another matter!"
"That's right!" Hermione patted the dust on her hands. "Whether you can quarrel to the point of breaking up is another matter, but if you continue to hide like this, I will have to give you a gift for Singles Day."
After that, she looked at the time, got up, put on a raincoat, and planned to go back to school, leaving the miserable Ron still sitting in the same place, deep in the horrible scene of Arthur, Weisles, and Lucius Malfoy fighting …
Outside, Iceman Bobby found an umbrella and put it on Hermione's bicycle, helping her to block the seat from getting wet. Hermione quickly thanked him and asked with a smile, "Don't you guys change shifts?"
Iceman's handsome face cracked. "John lost another game..."
Hermione was speechless.
She stepped on the bicycle and pedaled to school. When she was about to turn from the dense forest path to the main road, Hermione saw a person in a yellow raincoat coming out from the side of the road. She was so scared that she pinched the brakes. She took a closer look and saw that the person could walk with the style of Burberry in a plastic raincoat. She was no doubt Little Poison.
Drac was the first to see Hermione, but she still waited for Hermione to stop in front of her before she stopped and said calmly, "Red Robin sent a message back. The twins are waiting for you to go back for a meeting."
"You're quite fast..." Hermione paused for a moment and saw that Drac had obviously finished sending the message. For a moment, she wanted to facepalm. She had a communicator, but she didn't need a car. Did she specially come to pass a message?
After a moment of speechlessness, Hermione saw that Malfoy's earlobes were a little red from being stared at. She got out of the car and said, "I'll go back now. It's not far from school... Why don't you help me call Ron back?"
"Okay then." Drac took the handle with a look of disgust. "You don't even have a backseat?"
"... There are four-wheeled cars at the camp. You guys don't have to play with the backseat!"
When they returned to the Hogwarts team's exclusive conference room, Hermione found out that Red Robin had not only sent a message back, but also a few cassette tapes. Everyone had printed out the information and was studying it. Hermione picked up a copy and flipped through it. It was information about the members of Oasis and some interviews. It was quite detailed.
The cassette tapes were obviously self-recorded. There was a song title on the side and a copy of the lyrics. Hermione looked at the lyrics first, trying to find some clues. Finally, she put it down helplessly and sat on the chair, sighing. "I still need to strengthen my education …" Otherwise, I could only write such lyrics.
Autumn and Cedric laughed. The twins pushed the cassette recorder over and said, "Don't. Listen to this song first."
George put a cassette tape in, and Fred pressed the play button. After a burst of static, Hermione heard a young man murmuring (seemed to be swearing?) in a low voice. Then came a few brisk drum beats, and then a smooth guitar sound and a very distinctive male voice:
Maybe
I
don’t
really
wanna
know
How
your
garden
grows
Cos
I
just
want
to
fly
lately
…
It sounded like a complaint, but it also sounded like an indifferent attitude. The poor quality of the voice could not cover the highly recognizable voice. Hermione heard someone declare without any scruples that life would be so mediocre. He claimed that he would be the special one, the immortal one.
Maybe
you
are
the
same
as
me
We
see
things
they’ll
never
see
You
and
I
we’re
gonna
live
forever
Live
Forever …
Hermione heard a strong force of life hitting her heart, making it go on a rampage in her chest, as if it wanted to crush something. What was it crushing? The dark clouds that had been hanging over her head for a long time? The life that was on the verge of collapse in repeated cycles? Maybe. Maybe not. Hermione heard a force that was beyond these emotions. It was above the continuous rain.
When the song ended, the tape went blank again. Hermione looked up and asked her friends, "What do you guys think?"
Fred raised his hand first. "This music is good." After so many days, most people rarely said "Muggle this and Muggle that", so Fred did not emphasize that this was Muggle music.
Autumn nodded. "It's very … I can't say that it's impactful, but it's infectious."
Hermione looked at Rolf again, hoping that he would be able to connect the dots through the music. Unexpectedly, after a moment of deliberation, the coachman said, "It's a very stylish music. It's completely different from the grunge in America. Compared to the Beatles and Sex Pistols in England, it's not better, but it's more … ecological?"
Percy also interjected. "This is very young and optimistic music. From the melody to the lyrics, even the lead singer's voice, it makes people want to hum and cheer up."
This was also how Hermione felt. "Could it be that Harry went in such a big circle just to send this song to us to cheer us up?" Even Harry would not make such a joke, right?
"What song?" Drac, who had already pulled Ron back from the camp, stood at the door and heard the end of the conversation.
Everyone looked up at the two of them. It seemed that they had reconciled?
After understanding the situation and listening to two tapes, not mentioning that Ron had already learned to hum, Drac was relatively calm. "Granger, I think it's best that you don't continue to be entangled with this band. The important thing is still Harry … What does Harry have to do with this band? Or rather, what does Harry want us to find out about this band? "
Hermione's nerves that were about to be tangled up by the complicated clues in her mind loosened up. She carefully recalled the process of discovering the clue of "Oasis": the museum, the Kowalski brothers, Houdini's box, Scarman's photo … The sequence of Harry's clues should be: the box was given to Houdini, and Houdini passed it to Kowalski. Kowalski took a photo of Kowalski and Scarman, and Kowalski left a will to donate the box to the museum.
This was a very smooth process, but "Oasis", a British band, seemed to be detached from this process. Could it be that the two brothers had a clue similar to the Tadis box? Hermione had a feeling that it was not the case. The focus was on Harry … Damn it, why didn't Ron remember what Harry had said? No, the focus wasn't on the band, but on Harry …
At this time, Drac had finished reading the text and didn't seem to think that it was valuable. She put it down and asked, "Why don't we go directly to the band and ask them?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, as if Drac had said something very important.
Drac frowned. "Isn't it? The band is still alive, unlike old Kowalski. "
"No …" Qiu said dryly. "We just didn't expect … to be able to return to China."
"I know we can return to China …" Ron was also stunned. "But I didn't expect to interview the band directly."
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