Chapter 74 7, Rigid Teammates

Raymond's words made Hoffa's eyes round.

"Ha," Raymond smiled, "Don't make that expression, I can repair this watch, it's just missing a magic crystal. But I don't have time to help you get it right now."

As Raymond spoke, he took out the quill and wrote on the paper.

"Well, how about you go to the wizard auction market in Casablanca and get some magic crystals back, and I'll help you assemble them after you get them back?"

After speaking, he handed the note to Hoffa.

Hoffa took the note and looked at it, his face was a little hot. The specific purchase address and contact person are written on the note.

"Do you want money?"

"Of course it needs money." Raymond's eyes widened. "The auction house doesn't do charity. There are very few people who produce magic crystals now. Why don't everyone use them?"

Hoffa sighed and rubbed his forehead: "I have no money."

"No money?"

Raymond laughed dumbly: "It's not expensive. A piece of magic crystal only needs 20 Galleons, and a piece of low-level crystal can be used for more than a year."

20 galleons, not expensive indeed. But Hoffa thought that his whole body was less than 1 Galleon, so where would he go to get 20 Galleons.

"I don't have twenty Galleons," Hoffa said honestly.

After a few seconds of silence, the witch in charge of registration raised her eyelids and gave Hoffa a sideways look. A wizard wearing a Spanish pointed hat who came to stay next door pinched his mustache and looked at him in surprise.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and Raymond, who was sitting behind the counter, felt that something was wrong. The corner of Osilvia's mouth twitched in a rare way.

"What did you say?" Raymond asked.

Hoffa snatched back the watch and slipped it around his wrist.

"It's been said that I have no money. I thought your watches were under warranty."

"Who sells things with a 100-year warranty!"

Raymond exclaimed: "Besides, this watch was given to Dippet by my father, and it was not sold to him."

"Okay, stop talking."

Hoffa sighed, thinking what a miscalculation. But Dippet couldn't be blamed for this, after all, he didn't force himself to come here. It can only be said that poverty is the original sin, and the plan to find a job has to be advanced. Otherwise, a trip to Morocco is a waste of time.

He asked Raymond, "Do you know any jobs nearby?"

Lei Meng withdrew the astonishment on his face, snapped his fingers and said quickly, "What are you good at?"

"Uh" Hoffa glanced at Osilvia and said, "Transfiguration."

"Deformation?"

Raymond pondered for a while, then he took out a long list from under the cabinet, dipped in his saliva, and quickly flipped through it.

Finally, he shook his head.

"Tsk, transformation doesn't make much money. Are you good at potions or herbal medicines? I have a few jobs here to refine potions, and they're good."

Hoffa shook his head.

Refining potions, this kind of work Aglaia must like very much, but he is indeed not very good at potions.

"Can't you?"

Raymond frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he kicked off the cabinet, sat on the chair and walked far away.

"Nancy! Nancy?"

He yelled in French.

"what?"

A dark-skinned little girl dragged a mop and turned out of the hall.

"Anyone deliver that kid from the Spencers?"

"No, he hasn't found a suitable candidate yet," said the little girl named Nancy loudly.

The old man kicked back the chair and looked at Hoffa:

"I heard that wizards who are good at transfiguration have good adaptability, is that true for you?"

Before Hoffa could speak, Osivia frowned. "Are you kidding, he just graduated from the first grade."

"Well, it seems to be the same." Raymond showed a regretful look.

"Wait a moment."

Hoffa quickly pulled out his wand, and lit the hookah pipe in front of Raymond.

In an instant, the metal straw transformed into a Damascus knife.

Then, the Damascus knife turned back into a straw, and the inside was still smoking white smoke silently.

A few wizards next to him took a breath, and the bob-haired girl who was in charge of recording the tenant information covered her mouth. Osilvia looked at Hoffa with a serious expression.

"What mission? How much?" Hoffa asked calmly, stepping back.

Raymond still looked at his hookah pipe in surprise.

"Eh, the task is not difficult. The reward is 50 Galleons. I have a student from Beauxbatons here. He wants to go home recently. His home is in Andorra, on the border of West France, but due to some special reasons, his home I can't come to pick him up, so I need someone to help him send him to the Barcelona station in Spain."

Barcelona, ​​such a familiar name, Hoffa thought.

"Won't he go by himself?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"Oh, let's talk about this." Raymond took a puff of his cigarette and looked straight. "The child is disabled and needs a wheelchair to go out. He needs a patient and clever guy to take care of him."

Children, disabled, Barcelona, ​​Spain, 50 Galleons.

Hoffa thought for a moment, and the order was acceptable.

Spain and Morocco are separated by the Strait of Gibraltar. Just cross the strait and find a train.

"No." At this moment, Osilvia said suddenly, "You are not allowed to go out."

Hoffa turned his head in surprise: "Ah? What?"

"Because I promised Principal Dippet to protect you. If you go to Spain, I can't follow you." Osivia said calmly.

"Then what about my watch?" Hoffa shook his wrist, "Do you pay for the repair?"

"My money still needs to buy tickets to go back, not enough for you to buy magic crystals." She said.

"That's fine," Hoffa said.

"No." Osilvia still rejected Hoffa's proposal, and she looked at Raymond. "Thank you for your kindness, I think this task should be forgotten."

After finishing speaking, she picked up a key on the table, pulled Hoffa's wrist, and strode up the spiral staircase to the high place.

Hoffa broke free twice in a row, but it was completely useless. The opponent's slender, white fingers were as unbreakable as iron hoops.

At this time, Hoffa really felt the rigidity of this accompanying teammate. Is she really a robot?

The place where the two stayed was a third-floor suite with two rooms, a fireplace, a living room, a sofa, and a wine rack. There is a purple carpet on the ground, which looks quite luxurious.

As soon as he entered the suite hall, Hoffa struggled to break away from Osivia's palm.

"Hey, senior sister, what do you mean?"

"You have to stay here with me."

Osivia said stubbornly.

"I need that sum of money," Hoffa persuaded, "not only to repair the watch, but if I don't have the money, I won't be able to buy textbooks next year."

"Are you poor?"

"Orphan." Hoffa began to sell miserably.

But Osivia just lowered her eyelids, "You can write to the school to apply for a subsidy."

"I don't want to use a second-hand book," Hoffa said immediately. "I can make money buying new books and robes."

"Sorry, rules are rules." Osivia said, "You have to stay in the hotel."

Hoffa was a little upset, his face turned cold, "It's summer vacation, senior. This is not Hogwarts."

"I don't know how you managed to hide from the Ministry of Magic, but according to the regulations, underage children are not allowed to cast spells outside of school during the summer vacation. You have violated this regulation many times."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Hoffa spread his hands in astonishment: "This is not England."

"The French Ministry of Magic also has this regulation."

Hoffa stared into the other's green eyes, and she also looked at Hoffa calmly.

There is no doubt that this guy is serious.

"Ok."

"Ok." Hoffa raised his hand, "Then what do you think I should do these days."

"First of all, you can't leave the hotel because it's a mess outside. Once you go out, no one knows what will happen."

Osilvia raised a finger as a matter of course. "Every morning, I will wake you up for dinner. At noon, I may go to work, and at night, I will come back. During this period, you need to pay attention to safety."

"Oh~"

Hoffa nodded as if suddenly realizing.

"Then why am I staying in the hotel? Is it paddling 24 hours a day?"

Hoffa pointed to the large swimming pool downstairs, where many men and women were lying by the pool and basking in the sun.

Osilvia glanced at Hoffa's finger.

"no."

"no?"

"The swimming pool is 1.8 meters deep, and it's an adult pool. It won't be safe for you to go there." Osivia said calmly. "At least you can't go when I'm not free."

"ha."

Hoffa gave a short laugh. He quickly tapped the soles of his feet to the ground, and clenched his fingers helplessly on the sofa. Principal Dippet really found a good teammate for himself.

"So these days, I just stay in the room, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and after you finish the task, bring me back to London."

After a moment of silence, Osilvia said, "That's right."

"I can do whatever I want when I get back to London, right?"

"That's right."

Hoffa gave a thumbs up, "You won, as you wish."

Osilvia was taken aback, probably not expecting Hoffa to agree so readily, but rarely, a smile appeared on her mechanically stiff face.

She got up and patted Hoffa on the shoulder: "It's for your own good too, you go and have a rest, and I'll take you to dinner later."

After finishing speaking, she carried her bag into her room and closed the door.

Seeing her disappear behind the door, Hoffa sat on the sofa expressionlessly and let out a sigh of relief.

There is no doubt that Osilvia is a conscientious woman, she is completely true to her work, her mission.

At this point, Hoffa can't say anything about others, let alone accuse her.

But the strength and desire for control of this senior from the Snake Academy were also far beyond common sense, and some of Slytherin's unscrupulous qualities were mixed in, which caused him a lot of headaches.

She hoped that Hoffa would stay in the hotel, sleep for more than half a month, and return to London when the time came.

So stupid.

Hoffa didn't want that to happen.

According to her, what about when she returns to London? what to eat Where do you live when you are penniless?

Continue to live in a place like the red light district?

Moreover, with the money he has now, he probably can't even afford to live in the red-light district, so he can only sleep in the park wrapped in a newspaper like a homeless man. If he can't find a job quickly, I'm afraid he won't even have food to eat.

Such a life is scary to think about.