Chapter 76, 9, Sylby

The three filed in and entered the room.

If Hoffa first saw his hotel room, he thought it was a good place to live. So now it seems that poverty has limited his imagination.

This room is completely comparable to the goblin office he saw in Gringotts last time. The room occupies a huge area, with elegant carpets inlaid with silver threads, towering mahogany cabinets with exquisite porcelain, and There is a black piano in the corner.

Of course, the most striking thing was the center of the room, where Hoffa saw a young man in a wheelchair.

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

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

What's more striking is that on his right hand side, there is an oversized cup, and a huge long transparent straw protrudes from the cup. The straw wraps around his neck and stops at his mouth.

His dim eyes swept across the faces of several people, and paused on Hoffa's face for a while.

"Are you applying too?"

"Um."

Hoffa lowered his head, thinking what a coincidence. Last year, I went to Gringotts with Indo to cheat 5,000 gold coins by using this guy's name. Now that I see the deity, I will inevitably feel awkward and uneasy.

Sylby opened his mouth and turned his head to suck water from the huge straw.

"sit."

The three sat on the sofa.

"Let me just ask a few words." The boy wrapped in a blanket said, "Can you speak Spanish?"

Huang Fanan immediately said: "Yes, I can not only speak Spanish, but also Italian, French, Portuguese, German, and even Russian."

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

"And you?"

Hoffa lowered his head: "No."

"Then what do you do?" the boy asked calmly.

"Chinese English."

Hoffa said.

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

"What are you laughing at?" asked Sylby quietly. The two shut up immediately, but this small boy had an astonishing aura.

"Why do you want this job?" the boy continued to ask.

Huang-haired man's chest straightened out: "In order to improve my abilities, I have always believed that only the collision between geniuses can produce the most beautiful sparks. On this point, I am very confident."

Red-haired man: "Humanistic caring and helping others is what I have always wanted to do. Especially for the disabled, I have always had great love, and I think it is the most honorable thing to let them live an active life."

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

Hoffa frowned: "Lack of money."

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

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

Hoffa felt a little unhappy, he just sent someone to Spain, why did it look like selecting the secretary of the president.

"Administrative management, I am best at." Huang Fanan said. "Including financial management, asset restructuring, by the way, the intern I graduated from was British Prime Minister Chamberlain, and he spoke highly of me."

The red-haired man gave him a sideways glance, proudly unwrapped his briefcase, and revealed his ID.

"I have the world's most authoritative first-level nutritionist, first-level nurse, and first-level mental health doctor license, and I have served many non-profit charities. I believe that Mr. Silby will definitely help me Under the care of you, experience like never before”

While the red-haired man was boasting, Sylby looked up at the ceiling, as if caught in a state of fugue for a while, and suddenly became interested in the carvings on the ceiling.

Finally, the red-haired man finished talking about his resume.

"gentlemen.?"

"gentlemen."

"Mr. Spencer?"

Sylby lowered his head, as if he had just realized it.

The little black girl who had been standing at the door took a step forward, and started to refill his glass with the jug.

It can be next second.

The little black girl suddenly threw the kettle at the three of them, took out a fruit knife from her pocket like a ghost, and stabbed the paralyzed boy's temple with her elbow like lightning.

Killing intent!

Suddenly, in the drowsy scene, Hoffa's hairs stood on end. It was useless to chant the spell at such a close distance.

He had less than a second to react.

He directly initiates the art of transformation

life transformation

Life: 8

Mana: 2

Amidst the severe headache, Hoffa's muscles swelled. He kicked the chair away and threw himself like a sharp arrow. He hugged the girl's waist and pressed her on the carpet. He dragged her on the ground for more than 3 meters. Far.

"What are you doing!?"

Hoffa pressed the opponent's wrist and asked in surprise.

The knife was shining coldly, this is not a joke, this is a real knife.

The little girl grinningly compared her fingers to the muzzle of a gun, and made a gesture of shooting towards Hoffa's head.

"Boom, your reaction is quite fast."

Silby was sitting in a wheelchair, and looked coldly at the two young men sitting on the chairs with their mouths wide open. The warm water in the jug slowly dripped from their faces and slid on their crotches.

"The door's at the back," said Sylby, "you can get out of here."

The two of them hadn't realized what was going on, their faces were pale, and they got out of the room wet all over.

The wheelchair rolled and came to Hoffa. Hoffa let go of the little girl and stood up with a frown. He was a little confused about the wheelchair boy in front of him.

The little black girl Nancy picked up the fruit knife, went out, and closed the door.

Only Hoffa and Sylby were left in the room.

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

"No."

Sylby sticks out her tongue and starts gurgling the liquid in the straw. After sucking for a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

May I have your name.

"Hoffa Bach."

"Are you a wizard?"

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

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

"Okay, that's right." Hoffa nodded.

"I am a wizard."

"How old are you."

"Fifteen," Hoffa said.

"I'm 15, why do you look much younger than me?"

"Short," Hoffa said.

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

The wheelchair turned, and he was on Hoffa's right.

"Cheap clothes, the price and workmanship will not exceed 20 shillings, the old shoes worn for more than a year, but there is a precious François magic watch on your body, why did you show up at the Le Brun Hotel?"

"Then why did you keep me here?"

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

"Curiosity." Sylby took another sip of water and said lightly, "Among the 49 applicants these days, you are the youngest one, but the one with the fastest response, 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?"

"Have not heard."

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

"Where's Chopin?" asked Sylby persistently.

"No."

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

Hoffa was baffled by this series of messy questions. Why did he ask these irrelevant things just to send someone to Barcelona.

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

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

Hoffa was displeased. When it comes to music, he didn’t know how many good songs he had heard in his previous life. This guy actually pretended to be 13 in front of him after listening to a few classical songs. 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?" Hoffa said: "I just heard that there is a person who is going to Barcelona and needs an escort. The escort fee is 50 gold galleons, so I came here."

Sylby said slowly, sipping water, "You don't like art."

Well, it seems that the plan to find a job may be shelved. Do I really have to sleep in Morocco for half a month?

"I like it, but I won't force others to like it as much as I do." After speaking, Hoffa stood up. intend to leave.

"I'm a Squib." Sylby suddenly and slowly answered Hoffa's initial question.

Hoffa glanced at him in surprise, but he didn't care too much. He nodded, and continued to walk outside the door after oh.

"Don't you pity me?" asked Sylby suddenly behind Hoffa.

"What?" Hoffa turned around and opened his mouth, "What did you say?"

"I said, do you sympathize with me? Squib, crippled, only the head can move." He squinted his eyes and asked.

"Sympathy?" Hoffa smiled. He pointed to the ceiling in puzzlement and wondered, "Why should I sympathize with you? You live in the presidential suite."

Sylby's eyes widened instantly.

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

Hoffa glared at him too.

The girl tugged at him and whispered, "Let's go."

Hoffa muttered, "Strange guy."

"Wait a moment."

Sylby's voice came from behind.

Hoffa turned his head and saw his eyes narrowed into crescents. Sylby smiled and said, "You've been hired."

The little girl next to her opened her mouth wide open.

The wheelchair rolled to Hoffa's side. Sylby raised his head slightly and looked at Hoffa carefully.

Hoffa couldn't understand the brain circuit of the other party: "Mr. Spencer, are you serious?"

"Just call me Sylby." The boy smiled slightly.

After finishing speaking, he turned his wheelchair: "My plan is to set off tomorrow, from Casablanca to Tangier Port, then cross the Strait of Gibraltar, pass through Spain, and return to Barcelona, ​​where someone from my family will pick me up.

If you can complete this task as an escort, I will not only pay you 50 Galleons, but also consider giving you a full-time job. "

Hoffa frowned: "What are you talking about, I'm just a temporary worker, I don't need a full-time job."

"Let's talk about it before you pass." Saying that, Sylby nodded to the little girl.

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

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

Sylby: "Since you are a wizard, I will pay you Galleons. I will give you 25 Galleons first, which is regarded as a deposit for successful application. After completing the task, I will give you the final payment, and maybe a bonus. Now, help me return to Barcelona Rona, do you have any suggestions? If not, you can come to me tomorrow."

Hoffa weighed the leather bag in his hand, thinking that the young man seemed quite cheerful.

just tomorrow

He put the leather bag into his chest, looked at the moonlight outside the window and thought for a moment.

Tomorrow, I'm afraid that Osilvia will find that she is not in the room early in the morning.

"No." Hoffa said decisively.

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

"We're leaving tonight." Hoffa asked, "Is that okay?"

Sylby hesitated for a moment: "May I ask why? Bach."

"Because I'm busy, I have something urgent to come back," Hoffa said.

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

"immediately."

"OK."

This time it was Hoffa's turn to be surprised. This employer is so easy to talk to? Not only was he surprised, even the little girl named Nancy also exclaimed.

"Silby!"

"Needless to say, it doesn't make any difference if you walk half a day early or half a day late. You don't have to worry about my affairs, first help me pack my luggage, and then help me to thank Raymond for taking care of me."

As he said that, he turned his wheelchair 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 want to leave this place more urgently than himself.