At six o'clock in the evening, the two had a dinner on the first floor of the hotel in unusually silence, neither of them said a word to each other, and after eating, Hoffa went straight back to the suite.

He lay on the bed, thinking about what to do.

However, at eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock at the door.

Hoffa was slightly surprised: "Please come in." ”

The door opened, and Osivia, who had just finished taking a shower, appeared at the door wearing a green nightgown, holding something in her hand, dressed before going to bed.

However, her wet hair was still meticulous with a sleeping hairnet wrapped around it.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

Hoffa shook his head and lifted the quilt up a little,

She sat down on the edge of Hoffa's bed, and the smell of shampoo in the air suddenly became a little stronger. Hoffa keenly observed that on her white chest, where she could see cyan veins, there was a turquoise necklace that contained mysterious magical fluctuations.

Ossivia said, "I hope you don't mind what happens during the day. My job is more complicated than you think. ”

Hoffa was absent-minded: "Hmm. ”

"Still, to thank you for your cooperation with my work. Ossivia said, "Do you want to hear the story as compensation?"

As she spoke, she raised her arm and shook the book in her hand with the piggy's illustrations.

The Stories of Peter and the Poet

Hoffa almost didn't squirt a sip of salt soda to death, was this guy going to tell her bedtime story?

"No, no. ”

Hoffa shook his hand out of the apparition.

"You'd better go back and rest early. ”

Osylvia was stunned for a moment, she probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so simply.

"Angry?"

"How could it be. Hoffa smiled a little forcefully.

"Okay. She stood up and pressed the switch of the light in the doorway.

"You stay in the hotel and don't run around, understand?"

"Hmm. ”

"Good night. ”

"Wait a minute, Sister Osivia. Hoffa stopped her suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to ask, when are we going back?"

"Between mid-July and August, when I'm done. ”

"Okay, good night. ”

Smack.

The room was pitch black.

After a silent half hour, the lights in the room came back on.

Only this time, Hoffa was standing at the head of the bed neatly dressed. Or rather, he hadn't taken off his clothes at all. He opened the cabinet, threw his bag on his back, and. He stood at the door of his room with socks and shoes in his hand.

Hoffa held the doorknob and thought for a moment, thinking that it must not be easy to be sent out by Dipet to carry out an unknown mission.

If she were her, she would definitely use defensive spells at the door to prevent unknown events from happening.

Sure enough, Hoffa opened his mental force field and felt it a little.

He immediately felt a vague aura of magic near the exit, which should be a warning charm. Not only that, but he also sensed an inexplicable green snake slowly swimming in the corner of the living room. If you go out by yourself, I'm afraid that you will be detected by the little snake in an instant.

"Sure enough, it's a bit of a doorway, Sister Osivia. ”

Hoffa said lightly.

Ghost Walk!

Then, he opened the door, and the whole person disappeared into the material world, those magic fluctuations could not hinder him in the slightest, and the green snake was completely unaware of his presence.

He calmly passed through the two doors, through the protective spell set by Osivia. Quietly came to the corridor of the hotel. As soon as he stepped out of the hallway, he put on his shoes and carried his bag all the way down the stairs.

He didn't know if Ossivia would come looking for him, but Hoffa still wanted to settle the matter of the job quickly, and if he was found and caught, it would definitely not be so easy to run out again.

But when he walked to the counter during the day, Raymond was already off work. There was only one old black woman mopping the floor, and that woman was as thick as five hoffas at the waist.

Hoffa ran up to her and hurriedly asked, "Where is Raymond?"

*%#$(ﾟoﾟ;; ）#@¥-^*#

The huge black woman patted her mountain-like breasts and shouted a bird song that she didn't understand at all, as frightened as if she had eaten a cockroach.

Hoffa anxiously pointed to the counter: "Raymond, Raymond Lebrun." ”

The black woman waved her hand irritably, and her mouth was excitedly muttering an indigenous African language that she did not understand at all.

“WTF！”

Hoffa quickly gave up and asked the old black woman who could only speak the native language, and the old woman was still cursing in an unknown language behind him.

He ran out of the porch, past a group of women frolicking in the pool in old bathing suits, and came to the place where the doorman was during the day.

The doorman was standing guard, and Hoffa stopped in front of him with a sudden brake.

He immediately smiled professionally.

"Where's Raymond Lebrun?" asked Hoffa, "I'm looking for him." ”

The doorman pondered for a moment: "Oh, Monsieur Lebrun is now resting in the underground winery. ”

Although the doorman also has a strong French accent in English, he can communicate with each other.

"Take me there. ”

"Please follow me. ”

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

Following the doorman through several vaulted stone corridors, Hoffa entered the underground winery with brown tiles, and at a glance he saw the coquettish old man sitting in the crowd laughing loudly.

Raymond was sitting at the table, playing cards with someone else.

Not only did he drink so much that his face was red and his neck was thick, but he hugged two scantily clad girls left and right, and those two girls were still feeding him from time to time.

It's too late to lament the drunken lives of these Frenchmen.

He stepped forward quickly and slapped Raymond Lebrun on the shoulder.

"Hey!"

The old man turned his head with drunken eyes, and thought about it for a long time before he remembered.

"Oh, oh. It's you, the one who can transfigulate, what's the matter, are you going to drink?"

As he spoke, he took a glass of wine juice from his female companion and handed it to Hoffa.

The smell of wine in his mouth made Hoffa dizzy, and he quickly took the glass and placed it on the table.

"Thanks, uh, I want to take that job you said you said this afternoon. ”

"Work?"

Raymond was already drunk: "Hiccup, let me ...... Let me find a job with the keys?"

"What to find the key, the disabled, the child. Hoffa reminded him with a breath.

"Oh~ the Spencer one. ”

Raymond suddenly realized, he pushed away the two women beside him, stood up, put his hand in his trouser pocket and rummaged for a long time. He turned out a large string of number plates, counted them for a long time, took out a piece and handed it to Hoffa.

"701, go ahead, hiccup. Just say...... It's me, Hiccup, who recommended me. However, I advise you, that kid has a bit of a strange temper, and it is not very easy to pass his interview. ”

"Still having an interview?" Hoffa was shocked.

But Raymond had already begun to shout and continue to play cards, so he was not happy.

Hoffa had no choice but to take the number plate, quickly walked out of the underground winery, and entered the elevator of the hotel.

701, it should be on the top floor of the hotel.

When he stepped out of the old-fashioned sliding door elevator and made his way to the top floor of the hotel. He found out that there was only one room here.

Room 701.

And on the waiting seat at the door of the room, sat two young men in suits and leather shoes. They had red and yellow hair, crossed Erlang's legs, carried briefcases, and looked solemn.

It's so late, how can there be such a guy dressed as a clerk here, Hoffa muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to push the door in, a yellow-haired young man in the seat spoke.

"You're here to apply?"

Hoffa nodded in surprise.

"Don't you know how to queue up for applications? We've been waiting in line for a day. Another red-haired young man said unhappily.

Hoffa's eyes widened, this ...... Why do you want to earn 50 Galleons, there are so many people competing with you.

Is the world already so difficult?

Things turned out a little more than Hoffa had expected.

Since there was only one bench around, Hoffa nodded to the two and sat down.

The two young men snorted slightly. They were wearing black suits, bow ties, gold watches, and shiny leather shoes, and there was no place on their bodies that did not have the word elite not marked.

The three of them sat quietly for a while, and the yellow-haired young man beside Hoffa asked, "What major are you?"

"Professional, I .....," Hoffa didn't come up with for a while. "Magic?"

The two young men were stunned for a moment, and then they all sneered, "Haha, magic, are you a clown from the circus?" ”

"No kidding, you'd better go back to your mother for such a young child. ”

Hoffa looked at the two of them carefully and was surprised, "Are you Muggles?"

Red-haired youth: "What is a Muggle?"

The yellow-haired young man said unhappily: "Hey, what are you talking about, I am a professional lawyer who graduated from the University of Lisbon, specializes in handling financial affairs, and has a first-class lawyer's certificate." ”

Hoffa was even more confused, he took out the number plate and looked at it again, wondering if Raymond was drunk stupidly and got the wrong number plate for himself. Why do you apply for an escort for Beauxbatons students and meet high-achieving students who have graduated from Muggle universities.

At this time, another young man next to him snorted coldly. He glanced at the yellow-haired man and said, "University of Lisbon, lawyer's certificate? ”

As he spoke, he ostentatiously opened his briefcase.

The briefcase is full of all kinds of shiny documents.

"I have a first-class medical practitioner certificate, a first-class dietitian certificate, a first-class nursing nurse certificate, a first-class psychological counselor certificate, and even a special disability care license, and no one is more suitable to be Mr. Spencer's secretary than me. ”

Hoffa listened in a fog, and it took him a moment before he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Spencer, this surname, why is it so familiar?

So he asked the redhead man.

"Who is this Mr. Spencer?"

"Ahh ”

Hoffa glanced at his orchid finger and said, "I only received the news in the afternoon. ”

"How can you be able to apply like this? The red-haired man arrogantly said, "The Spencers are one of the oldest families in France, and their history dates back more than a thousand years. The assets are numerous and spread across Europe. Each generation of Spencers was the richest, most illustrious, and finest man in Europe, and the young Sirby Spencer of this generation was ......"

Silby ......

Hoffa always felt the name more familiar.

Familiar and inexplicable, where did he hear the name.

Where exactly?

Finally, his face changed.

When Indor took him to Gringotts last year to scam out of money, didn't he pretend to be a guy named Sirby Spencer!!

Bang!

The door to room 701 suddenly opened

The redhead stopped talking.

A fat man in the same suit and leather shoes came out of the room sweating profusely, and his crotch was wet.

A dark-skinned little girl said indifferently behind him, "It's your turn, come here." ”

The dark-skinned girl was none other than the mopper that Hoffa had seen during the day, Nancy.

As soon as she finished speaking, the young man who graduated from the University of Lisbon stood up proudly and looked at the fat man with a wet crotch with disdain.

But the little dark-skinned girl was a little irritated and said, "Come in together, you three, Mr. Spencer is tired." ”