The vehicle vanished, and countless green snakes swam back to Osivia's feet, wrapping around her neck and eventually turning back into a green necklace.

Osvia, on the roof, looked down at the dirty dust on her nightgown and rubbed her temples with a headache.

The faint yelling lasted for about thirty seconds.

In the distance, the sound of two Arabs jumping into the sea was heard with a thud.

Everything is back to silence.

Around, countless Arabs ran out of the courtyard and looked up at the sky, wondering what had just happened.

The girl took a deep breath and opened her eyes, slowly regaining her coldness and calmness.

After a moment of thought, she drew her wand and drew a green pentagram in the air.

With a gesture of one hand, the pentagram quickly swirled and disappeared into the air.

A few moments later, the sound of a phantom disfigured could be heard beside her. A middle-aged man quickly appeared beside her and bent down.

"Miss Romanov. ”

Ossivia said coldly: "Where is the nearest outlet to the sea in Spain?"

"Port of Tangier. The man said respectfully.

......

......

On the other side, in the alleys of the Casablanca ghetto, red Alfa Romeo weaves through them. As soon as they left the area, they were out of the city of Casablan.

After a toss down. Hoffa was already familiar with the old car, and he was getting more and more comfortable driving, but the alley leading to the mountain road in front of him was getting narrower and narrower.

Boom!

Smack!

After crashing into two garbage cans on the side of the road, Alfa Romeo climbed out of the alley with a few rotten banana peels, knocking off the mirrors on both sides.

Sylby didn't feel sorry for his car at all, he looked sideways, and his excited chest rose and fell: "It's too ...... Too...... It's so enjoyable, I haven't been so excited in years. ”

Hoffa didn't say a word, slowing down the car as he quickly regained his magic with meditation.

The blood-colored bloom just now had caused his stamina to drop drastically, and he had to adjust it now.

After a moment of excitement, Sylby said melancholy, "It's a pity that we got rid of her." ”

Hoffa was driving down the hill when he was shocked.

It's a pity, this man's brain is not bad.

"That's a pretty girl. "And a pretty girl with her own insistence, I wish she hadn't just given up on us." ”

Don't give up on us?

Hoffa gave him a sympathetic look and thought to himself, you haven't met a guy named Aglaia, otherwise you would have known how painful it is to be stared at.

The car swoops down the slope and down the mountain roads of Casablanca.

Hoffa glanced back from time to time, but no one pursued.

"Still, Hoffa, I feel like I've made the wrong decision. Sylby said again.

"What?"

"I gave you too little money. ”

"Oh!?"

Hoffa's limp body suddenly came to the spirit.

Sylby: "How about being my secretary full-time after this trip?"

Hoffa: "What?"

Sylby said seriously, "I think we are the perfect combination, like Fogg and Lulutong, and like Holmes and Watson, so I decided to hire you for 500 Galleons a month." ”

Hoffa's hand shook: "You...... What do you say?

"500 gold Galleons per month. With year-end bonus, three days off per week, and half a month's leave at Christmas. ”

Hoffa gasped, pie in the sky?

But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong: "That...... So what about my studies?"

"Studies?" Sylby sneered, "Please, can you get some money after graduating from Hogwarts to work at the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts, listen to me, brother, there is no future in studying......"

He was still boasting, but Hoffa's heartbeat, which was still a little hot, gradually calmed down, and sure enough, nothing good happened.

"Forget it, let's wait until we get you to your destination. ”

He said perfunctorily.

Sylby didn't seem to hear the coldness in Hofa's tone, and he still gushed about his position with great interest.

"Well, you're going to have to think about it these days. To the right, right. ”

He pointed out the way to Hoffa, and said, "But I still think that if there were only two of us boys along the way, the journey would be very boring, and if I could add a beautiful girl, tsk..... To the left, that must be interesting.

"But you only have two seats in your car. Hoffa struck blandly.

"What are you afraid of?" said Sylbie, "I have a boat, in the port of Tangier, think about it, a long-legged beauty in a swimsuit, with sunscreen, and ask you to apply it...... To the right, then to the left...... That's right, Hoffa, you're driving well. ”

"When you apply sunscreen, what do you use to apply to others, do you apply it to your tongue?"

I don't know why, the employer's big dog tone made Hoffa feel a little displeased, and he couldn't help but want to be sarcastic.

As soon as the words came out, Hoffa suddenly regretted a little, whether it would stimulate him.

Sure enough, Sylby turned his head stupidly.

"You...... Say it again?"

Hoffa gave him a stiff look and pursed his lips.

"You're a genius, a genius!"

Sylby said excitedly.

"Applying sunscreen on my tongue, why I never thought of it before! I must try it. ”

"I ......"

Hoffa was caught off guard and hit a rock, and the body jumped.

Sylby jumped along with the car, bit his tongue, and exhaled in pain: "Can't you just fasten my seatbelt and drive, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa's head was too big, and he realized now that his 50 Galleon task was not as easy as he had imagined. This man is not only disabled, but also has a very different brain.

He clutched his temples to calm down, pulled over to the side of the road, opened the door and walked to the other side, trying to fasten Sylby's seatbelt.

However, at this moment, there was a light on at the intersection ahead. The blinding light made Hoffa's eyes narrow. He covered his forehead with his hand,

After a while, a black vintage Mercedes drove by.

The moment he passed by, Hoffa saw a strangely dressed man sitting in the driver's seat.

He wears a black suit, black gloves on his hands, black sunglasses on his eyes, and a ringed gold crown on his head.

Standing in the dark streets, Hoffa hid his brow and glanced at him, which of course lasted less than a second.

Before he could see what the other man looked like, the man's classic car was skilful with drift and smoke as it crossed the mountain roads of Casablanca and headed all the way to the heights.

Hoffa muttered, "What an interesting look." ”

With that, he bent down and fastened his seatbelt.

After fastening his seatbelt, he noticed that Sylby was unexpectedly much quieter. For a long time, he didn't say anything more. Only occasionally twisting his neck and using his chin to guide Hoffa's driving.

An hour later, in the fishy sea breeze, the two arrived at the brightly lit port of Tangier.

Sylby had plenty of papers, and the two Englishmen on guard only checked it slightly, and then immediately waved it away.

The Strait of Gibraltar, along with two continents, is as bright as day even at night. The car pulls into the brightly lit dock parking area.

Sylbicai said, "Ahem, let's leave the car here and take me to fetch the boat." ”

"Why were you so quiet just now?" asked Hoffa as he stopped.

"Yes?" said Sylby, feigning surprise.

Hoffa pouted, took the other party's wheelchair out of the trunk, and then picked Sylby out of the passenger seat and placed him in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair spun on its own, and Hoffa picked up his suitcase. The two walked to the shore of the pier.

"Which is your ship?"

Hoffa asked, thinking sadly, I was afraid that no one would ask him that question him in his life.

Sylby stuck out his tongue with precision, and Hoffa followed it.

It's not a luxurious and exaggerated yacht as you imagined, just an ordinary small white motorboat, sandwiched between a bunch of freighters, inconspicuous.

Hoffa had never sailed a boat, but in order to make money, he had to bite the bullet.

After settling Sylby on the ship, Hoffa began to tinker with how the powerboat would start.

Sylby has returned to normal, and he sighs: "Crossing the Strait of Gibraltar at night is really exciting. ”

He was answered with a boom.

The basic operation of the yacht was figured out a little by Hoffa, and it was not too difficult.

A few minutes later, the long and narrow motorboat was moving on the dark sea.

The sea is not smooth, and the night wind sweeps through countless peaks. Up and down the yacht, some splashes splashed on Hoffa's face. On the surface of the sea, some phosphorescent sardines can occasionally be seen jumping out of the water.

Crossing the strait between Africa and Europe at night sounds like a mighty one.

But that's exactly what happened, because the strait is only 13 kilometers wide and is not even as large as some lakes.

He also doesn't have to worry about getting lost, because the lighthouse on the opposite pier is like a star at night, constantly twinkling.

In the midst of the sea breeze, Hoffa couldn't help but ask Sylby: "Anyway, why are you in Morocco? Look at you, it looks like you've been here for a long time." ”

Sylby: "Ah, yes, it's been three years, maybe four years. ”

There was a moment of silence.

Hofa: "That's how you ...... How to get to school. ”

"I didn't go to Beauxbatons to go to school. ”

Sylby exclaimed in the wind, "The teacher there has nothing to teach me, and I can't get a formal magical education, but I should be an honorary alumnus of Beauxbatons, not a student." ”

"As for me staying in Morocco. Sylby glanced at Hoffa's watch.

"That's because my real teacher was François Lebrun, the former principal of Beauxbatons, who took care of me when I first entered the school. ”

Hoffa raised an eyebrow, there are quite a few doorways in this.

But in short, you can really do whatever you want with money.

Beauxbatons' headmaster can be hired as a private teacher, and what else can't be done.