The Hogwarts in London had not heard the news of the fire in Greentown.
They were preparing for the release of Definitely.
They were busy with the release of Maybe.
And the situation was not optimistic.
Oasis's new agent, Marcus (Maggie had resigned and left London for her family in Ireland), had contacted several companies he had worked with before. The responses he received were roughly divided into two categories.
One was that the company had closed down. The other was that they had sent the demo.
However, after sending it, it was like a clay ox entering the sea. There was no news. However, they still found a job to look for at this time.
Marcus was naturally not an ordinary person. After discussing it with everyone, he decided to make a decision.
He decided to take the tape and go straight to the door. Considering that the streets were not peaceful recently,
Lupin and Percy decided to escort him out.
Marcus had been in contact with Noel and the others before.
But Lupin had not figured out who the group of people who lived in Abbey Road were, so he had to push him into the car first.
Then he gave himself an identity. "We are a professional hype team."
Marcus: "…?"
Percy closed the door.
He further explained, "It's similar to the work of an agent.
But we don't charge. "
Marcus immediately became nervous. Was the job hunting environment now so dangerous?
The car moved very slowly along the way. From time to time, they would encounter young people with spray guns. Lupin had some experience in dealing with them.
He never stopped the car and never opened the windows.
He just slowed down a little and let them finish their slogans. When they arrived at the destination,
The van had become "camouflage."
Marcus got out of the car in fear.
Percy stood in front of him and sent him into the commercial building.
Lupin did not get out of the car at all. Marcus looked back and asked, "What's going on in London?"
Compared with the band members who were drinking in the studio, the Hogwarts, who had been running around these days, knew more about the changes in the world. "They are demanding the release of the comedy group Menty, who was arrested the day before.
tython。”
"Those imitators of Monty
Python's comedians? What could they possibly do that would alarm Scotland Yard? "
"To be honest, I think the people they imitated were also at risk of being arrested back then … However, the Tyson Troupe was arrested because they collaborated with many comedy groups in London to perform in Regent's Park. They wrote and performed a few plays that attacked Downing Street and the Queen. The scale was quite big, and during the performance, there was a shooting incident." Percy pushed Marcus inside with one hand and found that the security in the building was quite lax. They only needed to tell the front desk that they wanted to see a certain person in charge, Carl Dick Anderson, and they could go upstairs directly.
Marcus was still curious as he entered the elevator. "But the shooting incident can't have anything to do with Tyson, right? They should have been performing at the time, right?"
"The crime is instigation."
Percy wasn't at the scene at the time, but he quickly inquired about it afterward. He always felt that the whole case was strange. The gunman casually opened fire and killed himself. At that time, the actors and audience present at the scene didn't have time to react, but the police quickly arrived. They didn't investigate the scene or interview the witnesses. They just directly took away the members of the Tyson Troupe. It was too obvious that it was an anomaly.
Marcus saw that Percy was frowning and didn't say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions. They arrived at Carl Dick Anderson's office. He still had business to attend to.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was only ajar. The person inside said in a muffled voice, "Come in."
The two of them pushed the door open and almost tripped over a chair on the floor. When they looked up at the environment of the office, their mood dropped to the bottom. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and documents, the curtains were tightly drawn, and a row of goldfish were flipping their bellies in a fish tank facing the door. Marcus stood firm and took a deep breath, only to choke and roll his eyes. Even in London, this concentration was considered excessive.
Percy was the more sober one, but he didn't smoke at all. After standing still for half a minute, his face showed signs of nicotine poisoning.
The creator of cigarette butts and exhaust gas, Carl Dick Anderson, was hiding behind his desk. He was not interested in the two visitors, but he still asked in a muffled voice, "Who are you? What do you want? "
Marcus pushed the tape to Dick Anderson's desk. He held his breath and said, "We are representatives of the band Oasis. Recently, we have been preparing a new album. We want to cooperate with your company, so we brought the work …"
"Leave it."
Before coming here, Marcus had already prepared several drafts in his mind to deal with the success of the cooperation or the failure of the conversation. But when Dickson said, "Just leave it be," he felt as if he was punching cotton. He had no choice but to say, "Why don't you listen to our demo first? We can guarantee that what you'll hear will be no less than a love story between a sex gun and the Beatles."
Dick Anderson didn't even look at them. He was wiping his nose with a tissue. At the same time, he reminded Marcus in a muffled voice, "The door is over there. Take care."
Marcus was disappointed. The JCD was the last item on his list. If they didn't make any progress here, Noel and Liam would really have to sing on the streets. Looking at the expressionless fat man opposite him, Marcus sighed and slowly walked out. He began to recall which rock bars in London had good equipment. Was there a music festival recently? There wouldn't be a shooting at a music festival, right?
Percy followed behind Marcus without saying a word. However, when he was about to reach the elevator, he turned back and rushed to Dick Anderson's office. He kicked the door open and barged in.
Marcus was shocked. "Weasley?" He wasn't going to beat up that damn fatty, was he? He hurried to follow him. When he reached the door, he saw Percy leaning against the window, hugging a pair of leather shoes in his arms. There was also a pair of feet in the leather shoes.
Seeing that Marcus was still in a daze, Percy felt that he couldn't hold on any longer. "Come and help me!"
The two worked together to pull up Dick Anderson, who had failed to jump off the building, and then put him on the sofa. He covered his face and cried.
Looking at the messy office, Marcus found that there were clues everywhere: the chair that had been kicked over was used for hanging, and the rope was still hanging on the coat rack. The Swiss knife stuffed on the bookshelf was used to cut wrists. There was a used kraft paper bag on the ground. Perhaps the fat man had tried to suffocate himself to death. There were cigarette butts all over the floor and a room full of super strong nicotine. It was used to poison the visitors!
As for why Dick Anderson wanted to commit suicide, Marcus really didn't have the slightest interest. In this day and age, suicide didn't need a reason.
The group returned to Abbey Road empty-handed. Noel didn't look disappointed, and Liam looked a little unhappy. However, he had said that he would promote Oasis even if he had to sing on the streets with his dog. So, he just snorted and went back to play the bell drum. Marcus had no choice but to immerse himself in studying the bar and music festival.
Lupin and Percy went upstairs to meet up with the rest of the group. The Hogwarts took up two rooms in the recording studio. One of the more spacious rooms had been converted into a conference room. Hermione and the others happened to be discussing the shooting at the Tyson Theater.
"We sneaked into a comedy group called the Gentlemen's League …"
"They were also there that day, but …"
"They didn't see anyone call the police …"
"Because everyone was scared out of their wits, and …"
"At the time, Tyson was mocking the efficiency of the police …"
"In the end, the police still arrived in five minutes."
Fred and George looked solemn. "The comedy group performance was forced to stop. The Gentlemen's League suspected that this was the purpose of the shooting — to stop the performance."
Ron raised an objection. "But someone did die. Even if the authorities want these comedians to behave, they don't have to use a human life as a trigger, right?"
The crisis of trust in the government wasn't that serious. Most of the people present still felt that this conspiracy theory was debatable. Lupin and Selina happened to come back, so they asked them about the album.
Percy told them what happened at the JCD, and everyone was silent again.
Harrison saw that the atmosphere was really depressing. After thinking for a while, he said his thoughts. "Since the release of the album is still a problem, and the two Mr. Gallagher are willing to sing in a small area first, I have a friend who can provide a venue."
Hermione looked at the Kowalski brothers in surprise. "Is it a bar?"
Before Harrison could speak, Jonathan's face became strange. "I say, Harry, you're not talking about … right?"
Harrison's mouth twitched for a moment before he slowly nodded. "It's not a bar, it's a private place. But my friend has a lot of connections. If Mr. Gallagher is willing to give it a try there, he might be able to gather all the social activists in the city."
Hermione and the others still didn't quite understand what kind of magical person Harrison's friend was, so Jonathan explained, "He's a well-known social butterfly."
Oh — that's clear. The naive Hogwarts adepts naturally imagined a character similar to Lockhart. Thus, when they saw the strange man wearing silver high-heeled boots and a mirror-sphere jumpsuit, his neck and most of his head covered in feathers, they all began to suspect that the fashion trends of the adepts were two hundred years behind that of the Muggles.
Harrison was still forcing himself to be calm. "This is my friend Vince, Vince.
Noir … "
Vince swaggered over and shook hands with Lupin, who was the leader. The poor werewolf was so scared that his hair stood on end. Vince's soft voice floated over. "Hey, I heard you're wizards? Cool. Wizards are cool, aren't they, Howard? "
Following behind Vince, the tall man whose fashion sense was in stark contrast to Vince's was finally noticed by everyone.
“Howard
Moon。” Howard seemed to be used to being ignored, but he still came up and shook hands with Lupin. However, the werewolf trembled again when he heard Howard's name.
Hermione looked at Harrison. Why did he tell them the real identity of the Hogwarts?
Vince, who seemed to have the ability to read minds, took the initiative to explain. "We have two friends who are in the same situation as you. This makes our lives very — very inconvenient."
"Are they adepts as well?" The adepts who had accidentally met their own kind were all excited.
Vince scratched his head and smiled softly. "Not all of them … Naboo is a shaman, and as for Bollo …"
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