Key?

Hoffa didn't know what Sylvie had poured into Ossivia's Ecstasy soup to get the old-fashioned Slytherin to go with them.

He pushed Sylby and asked, "What key?"

Sylby: "Guess. ”

"The key to Gringotts' vault?"

"It's not. ”

"The key to the Philosopher's Stone safe?"

Sylby smiled: "You still know the Philosopher's Stone, you know a lot." However, that kind of garbage is only for the old garbage like Nick Lemay, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and I don't want to give it to me. ”

Sylby said proudly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ossivia gave Sylby a warning look, then said to Hoffa. "Do your part, you don't have to worry about anything else. ”

Hoffa pouted, he didn't care what Ossivia was looking for, but the makeshift team itself made him worried.

Ossivia is a reticent person, most of the time thinking about his own thoughts, and only when he encounters professional knowledge problems, will he explain carefully and carefully.

But Sylby?

Except that only his head can move, he's a bastard, a brazen bastard. He didn't ask any professional questions, and he didn't care about Osivia's silence, as if he had a disease that would die if he didn't speak.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he kept talking. And Ossivia couldn't interrupt him in the same way that he interrupted Hoffa.

Because he was disabled, there was no such thing as tying his shoes or arranging his collar, and he only had a blanket on him.

When the trio arrived at the Spanish dock parking space, Sylby told Hofa about his new car.

"Daimler DB18, have you seen it, I heard that Churchill and I used a car. ”

Under the orange lights of the dock, there is a black vintage sedan, which looks pretty good, but to Hoffa, the most beautiful car is just a classic car

Not bothering to pay attention to Sylby's show-off, Hoffa turned to look at Osivia: "Do you know how to drive?"

Osivia: "No, why would I know a Muggle vehicle. ”

Sylby: "I heard that your Hogwarts school bus was invented by Muggles, is it really good to look down on Muggle vehicles so much?"

Ossivia turned his head with a gloomy face: "Which sentence do I look down on?"

Seeing that Sylby wanted to speak again, Hoffa hurriedly raised his hand: "Okay, okay, I'll open it, senior sister, you sit in the back." ”

Hoffa took the key from Sylby's satchel and opened the door. He then put Sylby in the back, but as soon as he folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk, Ossivia slammed into the passenger seat.

Hoffa ......

Sylby's untimely taunt sounded from behind again: "Big beauty, you have to wear a seatbelt when you sit in the front, do you wear a seatbelt?"

Hoffa's heart was not good, and sure enough, the witch turned around in the front seat like lightning, and the moment she turned her head, her head had already turned into a form similar to Medusa, she showed her hideous teeth, and every snake on her head opened its mouth: "If you say one more word to me, I will kill you!"

Sylby smiled: "Kill me, what about the key?"

Burst!

There was a muffled sound.

Hoffa saw every finger of the Ossivia senior sink into the expensive cowhide chair, and forced 10 holes in the seat.

He clutched his head in a headache, then leaned over and helped Ossivia fasten his seatbelt, though he was sure that Ossivia would not fall to his death even if the car fell under the cliff.

Start the car and go out of the dock area.

On the dark cement road, the classic car drove slowly forward.

In 1939, there were no asphalt roads at all, and there were no street lights, only black gravel and cement roads, especially after entering the suburbs, the ground was rolled into a mess, and the Hofa car drove relatively slowly.

Behind the car, Sylby kept asking curiously about Osvia's place of origin, place of birth, age, and name.

Especially the name, he was very interested in the witch's surname. So he was able to spell all the Soviet surnames he could think of behind the witch's name.

Osiva Petrov

Osiva Sidomov

Osiva Andropov

Osivya Ulyanov

Osiva Bishkov

Osiva Khrushchev

.......

He was babbling his name as he pulled out a stall to show Hoffa in the right direction.

But no matter what he said, Ossivia just stared straight ahead with a blank face, and Hoffa pursed his lips and looked in the rearview mirror worriedly.

He had no idea that Sylby would be so capable of dying.

Hoffa could quite understand Osivia's feelings, because Aglaia had been bothered by herself almost like this last year.

But the witch of the snake courtyard endured it stubbornly.

After three hours of worrying driving, the road surface began to smooth out, the street lights began to appear, and the sky began to brighten in the distance.

At the foot of the mountain, Hoffa saw a vague mountain town.

At this time, Sylby probably said that he was tired, and said hoarsely, "I want to drink water." ”

Ossivia didn't move, as if he hadn't heard it.

Sylby turned up his voice: "I'm thirsty!"

Hoffa frowned, holding the steering wheel in one hand and taking out Sylby's oversized drink glass in the glove box with the other. Hand it back.

"Do you expect me to reach for it, brother?" said Sylbie.

Hoffa, who was driving, said to Osivia, "Help feed me, it's about to get to the rest stop." ”

Ossivia turned his head mechanically, his green eyes grim and terrifying.

Hoffa: "Just take care of the disabled." ”

The Snake Courtyard Witch didn't move, and around her neck, the necklace turned into a turquoise snake and circled down, wrapping its tail around the cup and slowly passing it to Sylbie's mouth.

Sylby took a big sip and sighed, "Wizards are convenient, I really wish I was a wizard too." ”

No one paid any attention to him.

But after a while.

Sylby said, "I want to pee." ”

Osivia's face turned pale, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Patience... Make move. ”

Hoffa also reassured: "Bear with me, we will be in town soon."

Sylby shut up.

After a while, Ossivia suddenly spoke, "Do you smell anything?"

Hoffa, who was driving, sniffed and frowned, there was indeed a strange smell in the car.

In the car, Hoffa asked Sylby, "What's the matter, is the car leaking?"

In the darkness, Ossivia held her breath.

Two seconds later.

"Oh, I guess I peed my pants. Sylby said calmly.

After a few more seconds of silence.

Bang!!

There were violent fluctuations in magic around him.

The whole car almost didn't flip over directly, the door of Churchill's car was blown away by a powerful spell for dozens of meters, and Ossivia moved 100 meters away without saying a word, and began to regurgitate as he bent over.

Hofa was stunned, braked sharply, threw out a puff of smoke and stopped on the side of the road, knocking down a wooden street sign with a thud.

He roared, "You're sick, why are you peeing your pants!"

Sylby innocently said, "I'm disabled. ”

"That's the reason, aren't you disgusting!?"

"I couldn't control myself, my nerves were all broken from the bottom of my neck," Sylby said. ”

"My God.....

Hoffa covered his head in pain and groaned.

He thumped the door open, pulling out Sylbie's wheelchair.

At this moment, an unknown liquid was dripping from the wheelchair.

Yes!!

Damn!

Hoffa couldn't bear to look directly, he pinched his fingers and pulled away the blanket on Sylby's body, but saw that Sylby's body under the blanket was wearing elastic underwear, and all the limbs were atrophied and deformed, old and wrinkled, like an eighty-year-old man, and on his chest, there were scars from countless surgeries.

On the back of his transparent elastic suit, several dense bandages were attached to keep his back straight.

It wasn't the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all, and Hoffa couldn't imagine how this guy had survived to be so big.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa's fingers trembled slightly, and he restrained his irritable emotions.

"Clear water is like a spring. ”

He tapped his wand, and between the springs of clear water, he cleaned the wheelchair and his body.

After taking care of Sylby without saying a word, Hoffa cleaned the carriage again and loaded him into the car.

Gripping the steering wheel, Hoffa turned his head and said coldly: "I think, since your teacher is the headmaster of Beauxbatons, then you should know the four major houses of Hogwarts." ”

"I know. Sylby laughed.

"You think it's fun to flirt with a Slytherin?"

Hoffa asked coldly.

The smile on Sylby's face faded, "She's Slytherin?"

"That's right, so if you want to live well, I advise you to put away that cynicism. Hoffa calmly suggested.

That's right, this Osivia-senpai is indeed calm and restrained. But she was a Slytherin after all, a Slytherin who graduated as an adult. If it were the Malfoy family or the graduation version of Voldemort, it would be estimated that Sylby would not know how to die.

Sylby didn't speak, and his expression became a little inexplicably obscure.

Hoffa started the car again. He drove to Osivia, who was holding on to a tree in the distance.

On the side of the road, Osylvia was pale and sick to her stomach, and Hoffa estimated that she had vomited everything she had eaten last Christmas.

For a cleanliness witch who couldn't even tolerate crooked buttons, it was maddening to have someone do that kind of thing next to her.

Hoffa felt very sympathetic to her.

After waiting for a long time, Hoffa said, "Get in the car, senior sister." ”

Ossivia sat in the co-pilot, and she turned her head to the side and said to Sylby with a pale and decisive face, "If you can't get the key, I'll kill you, and I'll do what I say." ”

When she spoke, it was as if even the glass had been frozen with frost.

Sylby tilted his head and whispered, "I'm looking forward to it." ”

I saw that the atmosphere inside the carriage had become strange.

Hoffa said with some irritation. "Don't talk, let me drive well. ”

The co-pilot and the back seat were quiet.

They both began to close their eyes and recuperate.