Chapter 79, Chapter 12

The vehicle disappeared, and countless green snakes swam back to Osivia's feet, wrapped around her neck, and finally turned back into a green necklace.

Osivia on the roof looked down at the dirty dust on her nightgown, rubbed her temples, and showed a headache in her eyes.

The indistinct shouting and cursing lasted for about thirty seconds.

In the distance came the sound of two Arabs plopping into the sea.

Everything returned to silence.

All around, countless Arabs ran out of the courtyard, looking up at the sky, wondering what just happened.

The girl opened her eyes after taking a deep breath, and slowly recovered her indifference and calmness.

After thinking for a moment, she drew her wand and drew a green pentagram in the air.

She pointed with one hand, and the pentagram quickly circled and disappeared into the air.

Not long after, the voice of Apparition came from beside her. A middle-aged man quickly appeared beside her and bent down.

"Miss Romanov."

Osilvia said coldly: "Where is the nearest sea port to Spain?"

"Port of Tangier." The man said respectfully.

On the other side, in the alleys of the slums in Casablanca, a red Alfa Romeo crawls through the alleys. As long as they left this area, they were considered to have left the city of Casablanca.

After a toss down. Hoffa is already familiar with this old-fashioned car a lot, and he is getting more and more comfortable driving it, but the alley leading to the mountain road in front of him is also getting narrower and narrower.

Boom!

Clap!

After hitting two trash cans lying on the side of the road, Alfa Romeo got out of the alley with a few rotten banana peels on it, knocking off all the rearview mirrors on both sides.

Silby didn't feel sorry for his car at all. He looked sideways and his chest heaved with excitement: "Ma'am. It's so enjoyable. I haven't been as excited as I am today for many years."

Hoffa said nothing, while slowing down the speed of the car, he quickly recovered his magic power with meditation.

The bloody bloom just now had greatly reduced his physical strength, and he had to adjust now.

After being excited for a moment, Sylby said melancholy again: "It's a pity that we got rid of her."

Hoffa, who was driving down the hill, was startled when he heard this.

pity? This man has a bad mind.

"That's a pretty girl," said Sylby sadly, "and a pretty girl of her own, and I hope she won't just give us up."

Don't give up on us?

Hoffa glanced at the other party sympathetically, thinking, you have never met a guy named Aglaia, otherwise you must know how painful it is to be stared at.

The car tooted down the slope, all the way down the mountain road in Casablanca.

Hoffa glanced back from time to time, but no one pursued.

"But, Hoffa, I think I made a wrong decision," Sylby added.

"What?"

"I gave you too little money."

"oh!?"

Hoffa's limp body came alive.

Sylby: "How about being my secretary full-time after this trip is over?"

Hoffa: "What?"

Sylby said seriously: "I think we are a perfect combination, like Fogg and Passepartout, and Holmes and Watson, so I decided to hire you with 500 Galleons a month."

Hoffa shook his hand: "What are you talking about? How much?"

"500 Galleons, every month. With year-end bonus, three days off every week, and half a month off for Christmas."

Hoffa took a breath, pie in the sky?

But after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong: "Then what should I do with my studies?"

"Academics?" Sylby sneered, "Please, how much money can you earn after graduating from Hogwarts to work in the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts? Listen to me, my brother, there is no future in studying."

He was still talking about it, but Hoffa's fiery heartbeat gradually calmed down, and nothing good happened. There was no way he would give up his studies at Hogwarts.

"Forget it, let's talk about it after we send you to your destination."

he said perfunctorily.

Sylby didn't seem to hear the indifference in Hoffer's tone, he was still chattering enthusiastically in his position.

"Okay, you have to seriously think about it these days. Go to the right, yes."

While showing Hoffa the way, he said: "However, I still think that if there are only two of us boys along the way, this journey will definitely be very boring. If we can add a beautiful girl, tsk tsk. Go to the left, then it must be Interesting.

"But your car only has two positions." Hoffa said indifferently.

"What are you afraid of?" Silby said, "I have a boat, in the port of Tangier, think about it, a long-legged beauty in a swimsuit, holding sunscreen and asking you to apply it. Go right, go left. Yes, Hoffa, you drive very well."

"Put on sunscreen, what do you use to apply to others, do you apply it with your tongue?"

For some reason, Hoffa felt a little displeased with the employer's arrogant tone, and he couldn't help but want to satirize him.

As soon as the words were spoken, Hoffa suddenly regretted, whether it would irritate him.

Sure enough, Silby turned his head foolishly.

"Can you say that again?"

Hoffa gave him a cautious look and pursed his lips.

"You are a genius, a genius!"

said Sylby excitedly.

"Using my tongue to apply sunscreen, why never thought of that before! I'm definitely going to try it."

"I…."

Hoffa was caught off guard and ran over a rock, causing the car to jump.

Silby also jumped along with the car, bit his tongue, and cried out in pain: "Can't you fasten my seat belt before driving, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa's head was getting bigger, and he now realized that his task of 50 Galleons was not as easy as he imagined. Not only is this person physically disabled, but his brain is also very different from ordinary people.

He clutched his temples for a moment to calm down, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and walked to the other side, trying to fasten Sylby's seat belt.

However, at this moment, a light came on at the intersection ahead. The harsh light made Hoffa squint his eyes. He covered his brow with his hand,

After a while, a black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz sped past.

The moment they passed by, Hoffa saw a strangely dressed man sitting in the driver's seat.

He was wearing a black suit, black gloves on his hands, black sunglasses on his eyes, and a ring-shaped gold crown on his forehead.

Hoffa stood on the dark street, covered his brows and looked at him. Of course, this look lasted less than a second.

Before he could clearly see what the other person looked like, the man's classic car drove across the mountain roads of Casablanca with skillful drift and smoke, all the way to the high place.

Hoffa muttered, "It's an interesting look."

After speaking, he bent down and fastened his seat belt.

After fastening his seat belt, he found that Sylby was unexpectedly much quieter. For a while, he didn't say anything more. Just occasionally twisting his neck and using his chin to guide Hoffa's driving direction.

An hour later, in the sea breeze with a fishy smell, the two arrived at the brightly lit port of Tangier.

Sylby had a lot of documents, and the two British guards just checked for a while, and then waved him away immediately.

The Strait of Gibraltar, together with the two continents, is as bright as day even at night. The car pulls into the brightly lit parking area of ​​the pier.

Only then did Sylby say, "Hey, let's leave the car here and take me to fetch the boat."

"Why were you so quiet just now?" Hoffa asked as he parked the car.

"Have you?" Sylby pretended to be surprised.

Hoffa pouted, took out the other party's wheelchair from the trunk, then carried Silby out of the co-pilot and put him in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair turned itself, and Hoffa picked up his case. The two walked to the shore of the pier.

"Where's the ship? Which is your ship?"

As Hoffa asked, he thought sadly, I'm afraid no one would ask himself such a question in this life.

Sylby stuck out his tongue precisely, and Hoffa looked along the tongue.

It was not a luxurious and exaggerated yacht as imagined, but an ordinary white small motorboat, which was not conspicuous among a bunch of freighters.

Hoffa had never driven a boat, but in order to make money, he had to bite the bullet.

With Sylby secured on board, Hoffa began fiddling with how the motorboat would start.

Silby has returned to normal. He said with emotion: "Crossing the Strait of Gibraltar at night is really exciting."

He was answered by a bang.

The basic operation of the yacht was figured out by Hoffa, and it wasn't too difficult.

A few minutes later, the long and narrow motorboat sailed on the dark sea.

The sea is not stable, and the night wind blows countless mountains and mountains. The yacht went up and down, and some floating water splashed Hoffa's face. On the surface of the sea, occasionally some phosphorescent sardines can be seen jumping out of the water.

Crossing the channel between Africa and Europe at night sounds like a lot.

But in fact, that's all there is to it, because the strait is only 13 kilometers wide, and its area is not even as large as some lakes.

He doesn't have to worry about getting lost, because the lighthouse on the opposite pier is like a star at night, constantly twinkling.

In the gust of sea breeze, Hoffa couldn't help asking Silby: "By the way, why are you in Morocco? It looks like you've been here for a long time."

Sylby: "Ah, yes, for many, many, many, many years."

There was a moment of silence.

Hoffa: "How do you go to school like this?"

"I didn't go to school at Beauxbatons."

Sylby grinned in the wind and said, "The teachers there have nothing to teach me. In fact, I should be an honorary alumnus of Beauxbatons, not a student."

"As for my stay in Morocco." Silby glanced at Hoffa's watch.

"That's because François Le Brun, the former principal of Beauxbatons, took care of me for a while."

Hoffa raised his eyebrows, there are quite a lot of ways here.

But in short, money really can do whatever it wants.

The principal of Beauxbatons can be hired as a private teacher, and there is nothing that cannot be done.