Harry's luggage and some things from his original dormitory had been moved to the United Building by the House Fairies, but they did not move into a dormitory.
They were probably waiting for him to pick his own room.
"It seems that I'm destined to live in a single dormitory ~" After explaining the situation to Sha Zan and Mystique, Harry shrugged.
Billy immediately burst into laughter.
Raven also laughed and said, "There are many empty rooms on the fifth and sixth floors.
You can pick whichever you want.
Peter will help you carry your luggage up later. "
Harry did not stand on ceremony and went upstairs to ask Peter and Kronos which room they were staying in.
Then he knocked on their door.
It was Peter who opened the door.
Looking at him, he seemed to be organizing his things. Harry glanced inside.
He only saw Kronos standing on a chair.
Change the light bulb? No, Hogwarts don't have light bulbs...
There was no time to think about it.
Harry explained the situation in a few words, and Peter immediately agreed.
As he followed Harry downstairs, he complained, "I say, year after year, can you really survive until graduation?"
"I also think that I might have received a fake admission letter." Harry expressed that he was also very helpless.
Harry did not have many things.
Calder and Petergard, who had been on the road, carried it upstairs in one trip.
It was also simple to pack. The clothes were stuffed into the closet, and the textbooks were placed on the bookshelf. There were not many things. Instead, he found a large bag of nougat made by Molly from his suitcase. Harry felt that if he really ate this much sugar alone, he would most likely have to ask Mr. Granger to pull his teeth in less than a month. He wanted to give half of it to Peter and Kronos next door.
As for why he did not give it to Calder, it was mainly because the international students of DC Academy lived on the sixth floor. If he ran up and specially gave some candy to Young Hero Hai, it would be a little strange if someone saw him …
This time, it was Kronos who opened the door for Harry. Harry had packed up and was taking a shower. Seeing that Harry had brought a packet of candies over, Kronos unceremoniously opened it and popped one into his mouth. "Oh … it's quite sweet … why don't you take a seat?"
Harry was not in a hurry to sit down. He first saw something on Kronos's bed. It was square, neither too big nor too small, and resembled half a brick. There was an antenna on top of its head. It was a radio?
Harry pointed at the radio in surprise. "It works?"
Harry had seen the Weisles twins fiddling with a radio during the party at the Union Building, but that was modified by their magic. The one in Kronos's hand was a real Muggle product, so Harry was very surprised. "It works?" But at the same time, he also figured out one thing: when he saw Kronos standing on the chair, it was not because he was changing the light bulb, but because he was looking for a signal.
Kronos casually sat down at the head of the bed, picked up the radio, and pressed a few buttons. The small box full of nostalgia made a "zi zi" sound. Kronos adjusted it for a while and tapped it a few more times before a normal human voice came out of the radio.
"… zi zi … zi … Cardiff area … blue box … zi zi … explosion …"
Although it was a little forced, it could already be said to be "usable".
Kronos shrugged. "The signal here is not good."
Peter changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. He saw his brother and Harry holding the radio together with a face full of concentration. He could not help but be surprised. "What are you doing?"
Harry suddenly raised his head and asked, "Peter, did you both bring your phones?"
Although Peter did not know what Harry was asking, he still answered honestly. "I brought mine, Keno doesn't like phones, so I didn't …"
"Let me have a look!" Harry directly stretched out his hand.
Peter suspiciously took out a phone from the bedside cabinet, turned it on and showed it to Harry. He smiled and said, "Do you want to play with it? Actually, this thing can only make calls and send messages. There is no signal here … "He had seen the Weisles twins who were very interested in Muggle products and thought that Harry was the same.
Harry snatched the phone and pressed the keyboard while saying, "It's okay … It will be smart in a few years."
Mobile phones these days were very simple. They were still black and white or green and blue screens, and their functions were also very simple. Harry quickly found Peter's address book, then found a name called Peter and called.
Peter hurriedly said, "Hey, Harry, the magic elements here are too strong. You can't make a phone call. You see, there isn't even a signal …" Peter's voice became softer and softer as he spoke the second half of the sentence.
On one hand, the radio in Kronos' hand was still broadcasting the strange news in the Cardiff area. On the other hand, the mobile phone in Harry's hand showed that there was no signal, but it successfully dialed a number.
The room suddenly quieted down, and the sound of "Bzzt" and "Beep Beep" echoed. Then, after a "Ding" sound, a young man's voice came from the phone. "Hi? Peter? Hey, why are you calling at this time? Do you miss me? Hello? Why aren't you talking? Hello? Is this Keno? "
Harry handed the phone back to Peter and asked him to talk to the Spider-man reserve. He sat next to Kronos and continued to stare at the radio in his hand seriously until Kronos could not help but ask, "Are you from Cardiff?"
"Huh? No, no, no, no, I'm not, I'm just … "Harry was embarrassed and twisted his fingers." I just want to borrow your radio to play with … Just for one night! I'll ask Fred and George to get me one tomorrow. "
"… Here you go." Kronos watched Harry happily borrow the radio and sighed silently. He turned to Peter, who had just hung up the phone, and said, "The wizard's child is so pitiful. I still prefer to watch TV."
Peter shook the phone in his hand, and the screen still showed that there was no signal. But … "Maybe we can get one to try?"
Harry, who did not know that he was regarded as a "pitiful child," took the old radio back to the room excitedly. He was not in a hurry to take a shower or change his shoes. He rushed to the window, held the radio, and looked for a signal. Then, he adjusted the frequency.
"Bzzt … bzzt … bzzt …"
Harry adjusted the frequency very slowly and patiently, but most of the time, the radio could only make helpless noises. The night outside the window was getting colder and colder, and the faint shadow of the moon quietly sneaked into the room without turning on the lights.
"Bzzt …"
Harry waited patiently.
"Bzzt … bzzt …"
Waiting for a familiar voice.
"Bzzt … Are you breaking the rules?"
Harry almost jumped out of bed. He held the radio tightly and tried to lean against the window.
The male voice on the radio was sexy and rough. "… Are you on a night trip? Are you doing something that parents and teachers don't allow? "His low laugh sounded like a sly old cat. Or a dog? whatever~
"This is the pirate radio station, and I'm your dear Big Foot. Yes, it's not Gavin today. He's involved in a love incident with your 'Simple Simon'. I'm not talking about what happened between them! Don't roll your eyes at me, f * ck!
You, Gavin! Okay, okay. Anyway, this is your dear Big Foot. He's going to play David Bowie's' Starman '. This song is for the children … "
Well done, Bigfoot. Harry, who had been listening in the dark with a smile on his face, thought to himself: He really did use the name of the Marauders.
… Here's
a
starman
waiting
in
the
sky，He's
told
us
not
to
blildren
Boogie …
Above the North Sea, a drifting yacht was still brightly lit. The swaying lights illuminated the dark and cold sea and the cold night, making it look like a beautiful deep-sea jellyfish.
Big Foot took off his headphones with a smile and calmly punched Gavin, who kept causing trouble behind him. Gavin bent over and frowned while begging for mercy. At the same time, a group of DJs applauded.
“cool！ Starman, I still have some good wine in my room. Go and drink it! "Simon clapped and then gave Gavin the middle finger.
However, this was none of Big Foot's business. He happily dug out Simon's collection of good wine, then went to lie down on the deck and slowly drank it while listening to the sound of the waves.
Yes, there was also the sound of waves here, from morning to night. Perhaps this group of crazy DJs with brains and no religion couldn't hear it, or perhaps they didn't care. However, Big Foot could hear it. He could hear the wind, the waves, and the singing of seagulls. They were mixed in with the rock music and were never far away.
Old Quentin lay down on another deck chair next to Big Foot and naturally handed him a goblet. Big Foot also consciously filled it for him. The two of them didn't say a word during the whole process.
The older Quentin didn't know what this handsome, mysterious DJ who fell from the sky had experienced and why he came here. He wasn't curious either. If you wanted to run an illegal rock radio station in the North Sea, you should have the ability to accept unusual things.
Big Foot was very grateful for Quentin's calmness and was willing to talk to him. "Why?"
Why start this radio station? Why take in these crazy young people? Why is the wind on the North Sea so cold? Why are the stars still bright tonight? Why did Azkaban suddenly collapse? Why … There were too many whys that hindered Big Foot's speech. In the end, he threw a lonely word at Quentin.
But Quentin seemed to understand. The old man pushed his sunglasses up and answered calmly, "Because music should be heard by people."
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