The trio rushed into the room.

If Hoffa first saw his hotel room, he thought it was a good place. Now, then, poverty has limited his imagination.

The room was comparable to the elven office he had seen last time at Gringotts, with an elegant carpet inlaid with silver thread, a towering mahogany cabinet, fine porcelain in the corner, and a black piano in the corner.

The most striking thing, of course, is the center of the room, where Hoffa sees a young man in a wheelchair.

He was three or four years older than himself, wrapped in a thick gray blanket, and looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was handsome, with white hair, gray eyes, and a pale complexion. The dappled moonlight shone on him.

It's like a vampire who can't see the light all year round, and it's like an old and faded empty shell.

Even more striking was the oversized cup on his right hand, and a huge transparent straw protruded from the cup, which circled around his neck and stopped at his mouth.

His dim eyes swept over the faces of several people, pausing for a moment more on Hoffa's face.

"You're also applying?"

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa lowered his head, thinking to himself that it was too much of a coincidence. Last year, I went to Gringotts with Indor and used this guy's name to cheat 5,000 gold coins, and now that I see the deity, I will inevitably be embarrassed and uneasy.

Sylby opened his mouth and sucked his head from the long straw.

"Sit. ”

The three of them sat down on the couch.

"I'll ask a few words. The boy wrapped in a blanket said, "Do you know Spanish?"

The yellow-haired man immediately said, "Yes, I know not only Spanish, but also Italian, French, Portuguese, German, and even Russian." ”

The red-haired man frowned, and said very unhappily: "I can speak four Chinese, English, Spanish, French, and German." ”

"What about you?"

Hoffa lowered his head: "No." ”

"And what will you be?" the boy asked calmly.

"Chinese, English. ”

Hoffa said.

Chinese. The other two looked at each other and laughed as if they had heard something very strange.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Sylby faintly. The two of them immediately shut up, but this small teenager had an amazing aura on him.

"Why this job. The boy continued.

The yellow-haired man's chest straightened: "In order to improve my ability, I have always believed that only the collision between geniuses can produce the most wonderful sparks, and at this point, I am very confident." ”

Redhead: "Humanistic care, helping others, that's what I've always wanted to do. Especially for people with disabilities, I have always had a great love for them, and I believe that it is the most honorable thing to let them live actively. ”

Sylby looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his eyes to Hoffa, "What about you?"

Hoffa frowned: "Lack of money." ”

The other two finally couldn't take it anymore, and they all frowned at Hoffa.

But Sylby was unmoved, and he asked weakly, "Work experience." ”

Hoffa was a little unhappy in his heart, but he just sent someone to Spain, why did he do it like selecting a presidential secretary.

"Administration, I'm the best at it. The yellow-haired man said. "Including financial management, asset restructuring, by the way, I graduated from the internship with British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain, who spoke highly of me. ”

The red-haired man glanced at him, proudly unbuttoned his briefcase, and showed his documents.

"I have the world's most authoritative first-class dietitian, first-class nurse, first-class mental health doctor license, and I have worked for many non-profit charities, and I am confident that Mr. Silby will experience unprecedented ....... under my care."

While the red-haired man was talking about it, Sylby looked up at the ceiling, as if he had fallen into a fugue for a moment, and as if he had suddenly become interested in the carvings of the ceiling.

Finally, the red-haired man finished his resume.

"Sir...?"

"Sir. ”

"Mr. Spencer?"

Sylby lowered his head, as if he had just reacted.

The little black girl who had been standing at the door stepped forward, carried the pot and began to help him refill the water in the cup.

Can be a second.

The little black girl suddenly threw the kettle at the three of them, took out a fruit knife from her pocket like lightning, and stabbed it at the temple of the paralyzed young man with a horizontal elbow.

Murderous Intent!

The drowsy scene suddenly came to this way, and the hairs of Hoffa stood on end, and at such a close distance, it was useless to chant the incantation.

He was left with less than a second to react.

He directly turned on the art of transformation

Life Transformation

Life: 8

Magic: 2

In the midst of the severe headache, Hoffa's muscles swelled, he kicked the chair, rushed out like lightning, hugged the girl's waist and pressed her against the carpet, and the whole person rubbed out more than 3 meters away.

"What are you doing!?"

Hoffa pressed the other party's wrist and asked in surprise.

The knife was cold and shining, it was no joke, it was a real knife.

The little girl grinned and gestured her fingers to the muzzle of the gun, pointing them at Hoffa's head.

"Bang, you're pretty quick to react. ”

Sylby sat in a wheelchair and looked sideways at the two older young men sitting in chairs with their mouths open. The warm water in the pot slowly dripped from their faces and slid onto their crotches.

Sylby said, "The door is at the back door, you can get out." ”

Before the two of them could react to what was going on, they were pale and soaked.

The wheelchair grunted and rolled in front of Hoffa, who let go of the little girl and stood up with a frown, he couldn't guess the wheelchair boy in front of him now.

Nancy, a little black girl, picks up the fruit knife and goes out the door with her.

Only Hoffa and Sylby were left in the room.

"What about your work experience?" asked Sylby softly.

"Nope. ”

Sylby stuck out his tongue and grunted as he began to suck the liquid from the straw. After sucking for a long time, he slowly spoke.

What is your name.

"Hoffa Bach. ”

"You're a wizard?"

"Aren't you too? I heard Raymond say you're a student of Beauxbatons. ”

Sylby didn't speak, but looked at Hoffa scrutinically.

"Well, that's right. Hoffa nodded.

"I'm a wizard. ”

"How old are you. ”

“15。 Hoffa said.

"I'm 15, why do you look so much smaller than me. ”

"Short. Hoffa said.

"Even if you're 15 years old, shouldn't you stay at home at this time? Do your homework, eat some ice cream, and write letters with your girlfriend?"

The wheelchair turned, and he turned to Hoffa's right-hand side.

"Cheap clothes, no more than 20 shillings in price and workmanship, old shoes worn for more than a year, but a precious François magic watch on you, why are you at the Hotel Le Brun?"

"Then why did you leave me behind?"

Hoffa raised his head directly and asked, the tone of the other party's every word was interrogation, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Curious. Sylby took another sip of water and said lightly: "Among the 49 applicants these days, you are the youngest one, but you are the one who responds the fastest, so I am curious." ”

Hoffa couldn't answer, and the two were silent for a few seconds.

"Do you like Mozart?"

Hoffa was confused: "What?"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, do you like his music?"

"I haven't heard of it. ”

Hofa honestly said he didn't have much exposure to Western music.

"What about Chopin?" asked Sylby nonchalantly.

"Nope. ”

"Then why do you have the surname Bach, and what is your relationship with the German musician Bach?"

Hoffa was baffled by this series of messy questions, wasn't he just sending people to Barcelona, why did he ask such irrelevant things.

"I don't have much exposure to classical music. Hoffa said dryly.

"You don't like Muggle music. Sylby said sharply.

Hoffa was unhappy in his heart, if he wanted to talk about music, he didn't know how many good songs he had heard in his previous life, this guy actually listened to a few classical songs and pretended to be 13 in front of him, what does this have to do with work. Or maybe he didn't want to make himself qualified for the job, but just wanted to entertain himself because he was young.

"Why don't you talk about work?" said Hoffa, "I just heard that there was a guy who was going to Barcelona and needed an escort, and the escort fee was 50 gold Galleons, so I came. ”

Sylby sipped water and said slowly, "You don't like art. ”

Well, it looks like the plan to find a job may be on hold. Do you really have to sleep in Morocco for half a month?

"I like it, but I don't force others to like it as much as I do. With that, Hoffa stood up. Going to leave.

"I'm a Squib. Sylby abruptly answered Hoffa's initial question.

Hoffa gave him a surprised look, but didn't care, he nodded, and with a sigh he continued to walk outside the door.

"Don't you sympathize with me?" asked Sylby suddenly in a loud voice behind Hoffa.

"Huh?" Hoffa turned, his mouth growing. "What do you say?"

"I said, do you sympathize with me? Squib, crippled, with only his head to move. He asked, squinting.

"Sympathy?" Hoffa smiled, he pointed to the ceiling in confusion and puzzlement, "Why should I sympathize with you, you live in the presidential suite." ”

Sylby's eyes glared instantly.

The little girl named Nancy came in from outside, and seeing Sylby's expression, she quickly stepped forward and pulled Hoffa, whispering in her ear, "Come out with me." ”

Hoffa also glared at each other.

The girl pulled him and whispered, "Let's go." ”

Hoffa muttered, "Strange guy. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

Sylbie's voice came from behind him.

As soon as Hoffa turned his head and saw his eyes narrowed into crescents, Sylby laughed, "You've been hired." ”

The little girl next to her was the boss with her mouth open.

The wheelchair grunted to Hoffa's side, and Sylby looked up slightly, looking at Hoffa.

Hoffa was a little unable to understand the other party's brain circuit: "Mr. Spencer, are you serious?"

"Just call me Sylbie. The boy smiled slightly.

After speaking, he turned his wheelchair: "My plan is to leave tomorrow, from Casablanca to the port of Tangier, and then from the Strait of Gibraltar, through Spain, back to Barcelona, where someone from my family will pick me up."

This task, if you can finish with a full escort, I will not only pay you 50 gold galleons, but I can also consider giving you a full-time job. ”

Hoffa frowned: "What do you say, I'm just a temporary worker, I don't need to work full-time. ”

"Let's wait for you to pass. With that, Sylby nodded to the little girl.

The little girl stepped aside, opened a box, took out a small leather bag, and threw it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took it and opened it, and there was a handful of gold coins inside.

Sylbie: "Since you're a wizard, I'll pay you Galleons, and I'll give you 25 first, which is a deposit for a successful job." When the task is completed, I will give you the balance and maybe a bonus. Now, do you have any proposals for me to return to Barcelona? If not, come back to me tomorrow. ”

Hoffa weighed the leather bag in his hand, and thought to himself that the young man seemed to be quite refreshed.

Just tomorrow......

He tugged the leather bag into his chest and looked out the window at the moonlight and thought for a moment.

Tomorrow, I'm afraid that Ossivia will find himself out of the room early in the morning.

"No, I can't. Hoffa said decisively.

"Uh-huh. The pale boy didn't expect Hoffa to refuse, "What do you think?"

"We'll leave tonight. Hoffa asked, "Is that okay?"

Sylby was silent for a moment: "May I ask why?" ”

"Because I'm busy, I have urgent things to do when I come back. Hoffa said.

"Oh, and what time are you going to leave tonight?" asked Sylby with interest.

"Right now. ”

“OK。 ”

This time it was Hoffa's turn to be surprised, the employer was so talkative, not only did he be surprised, but even the little girl named Nancy exclaimed.

"Sylby!"

"Needless to say, it makes no difference if you walk half a day early or half a day late. You don't have to worry about my business, help me pack my luggage first, and then help me thank Raymond for taking care of him. ”

As he spoke, his wheelchair turned around and came to Hoffa: "What are you waiting for, help me pack my things." ”

Hoffa rubbed his chin, he had a feeling. The young man in front of him seemed to be more desperate to leave this place than he was.