81 Chapter 14, Killing Intent

key?

Hoffa didn't know what ecstasy soup Sylby had poured into Osylvia, so that the old-fashioned Slytherin could go on the road with them.

Pushing Sylby, he asked, "What key?"

Sylby: "You guess."

"The key to the Gringotts vault?"

"no."

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

Sylby smiled: "You still know about the Sorcerer's Stone, you know a lot. However, that kind of rubbish is only wanted by Nicole May, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and I don't even want to give it to me."

Sylby said proudly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Osylvia gave Sylby a warning look, and then said to Hoffa. "Do your part well, don't worry about other things."

Hoffa curled his lips. He didn't want to care about what Osylvia was looking for, but the temporary team itself made him feel very worried.

Osilvia is a taciturn person, most of the time she thinks on her own, and only when she encounters professional knowledge issues, she will explain carefully and carefully.

But Sylby?

Apart from the fact that only his head can move, he is a bastard, a shameless bastard with no words. He didn't ask any professional questions, and he didn't care about Osilvia's silence, as if he had a disease that would kill him if he didn't speak.

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

Because he is disabled, there is no such thing as tying shoelaces or adjusting collars. He only has a blanket around him.

When the three of them arrived at the parking space at the Spanish docks, Silby gave Hoffa another bombastic introduction to his new car.

"Daimler DB18, have you ever seen it? I heard that Churchill and I used a kind of car."

Under the orange light of the pier, there is a black old-fashioned car, which looks pretty good, but to Hoffa, no matter how good-looking a car is, it is just a classic car.

Too lazy to pay attention to Silby's showing off, Hoffa turned to look at Osilvia: "Can you drive?"

Osilvia: "No, why should I know Muggle vehicles."

Sylby: "I heard that the current Hogwarts school bus was invented by Muggles. Is it really good to look down on Muggle vehicles?"

Osilvia turned her head sullenly: "Which sentence do I look down upon?"

Seeing that Sylby wanted to talk again, Hoffa quickly raised his hand calmly: "Okay, okay, I'll drive, senior sister, sit in the back."

Hoffa took the keys from Sylby's satchel and opened the car door. Then he put Sylby in the back, but just as he folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk, Osivia slammed into the passenger seat.

Hoffa

Silby's untimely taunt came from behind again: "Big beauty, you have to wear a seat belt in the front seat, do you know how to wear a seat belt?"

Hoffa was in a bad mood, and sure enough, the witch turned her head in the front seat like lightning. The moment she turned her head, her head had changed into a shape similar to Medusa. She showed her ferocious teeth, and every snake on her head opened. Opened his mouth: "If you talk to me one more word, I will kill you!"

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

puff!

There was a muffled sound.

Hoffa saw that every finger of the Osivia-sister sank into the expensive leather armchair, and forced out 10 holes in the seat.

He covered his head with a headache, then leaned over and helped Osilvia fasten his seat belt, although he was sure that even if the car fell under the cliff, Osilvia would not die.

Start the car, out of the dock area.

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

In 1939, there were no asphalt roads and no street lights at all, only dark gravel and concrete roads, especially after entering the suburbs, the ground was rolled in a mess, and Hoffa drove relatively slowly.

Behind the vehicle, Silby has been curiously asking about Osivia's native place, place of birth, age, and name.

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

Osivia Petrova

Osivia Sidomova

Osilvia Andropova

Osivia Ulyanoveva

Osivia Peshkova

Osivia Khrushcheva

While he was babbling names, he could still pull out the stall to give Hoffa directions.

But no matter what he said, Osivia just stared straight ahead blankly, Hoffa pursed his lips and looked worriedly in the rearview mirror.

He hadn't expected Sylby to be so deadly.

Hoffa can understand Osilvia's feelings very well, because last year Aglaia almost bothered him the same way.

But the witch of the Snake Court endured it forcefully.

After driving in fear for three hours, the road surface began to level off, street lights began to appear, and the sky in the distance began to show signs of brightening. Along the undulating mountain road, Hoffa looked at the signs in front of him, and they were about to arrive. Spain's southern Sierra Nevada.

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."

Osilvia didn't move, as if she hadn't heard.

Sylby turned up the volume: "I'm thirsty!"

Hoffa frowned, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and took out Sylby's oversized drinking glass from the glove box with the other. Pass it back.

"You expect me to reach for it, boy?" said Selby.

Hoffa, who was driving, said to Osivia: "Help feed me, we are going to the rest stop soon."

Osilvia turned her head mechanically, her green eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

Hoffa: "Just take care of the disabled."

The witch of the Snake Court didn't move. Around her neck, the necklace turned into a green snake and circled down. It wrapped its tail around the cup and slowly handed it to Sylby's mouth.

Sylby took a big breath comfortably, and said with emotion: "Wizards are convenient. I really wish I was a wizard."

No one paid any attention to him.

But after a while.

Sylby said again, "I want to pee."

Osilvia squeezed out two words between her teeth with a livid face: "Endure."

Hoffa also comforted: "Be patient, we are going to the town soon.

Sylby shut up.

After a while, Osilvia suddenly said, "Do you smell anything?"

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

In the carriage, Hoffa asked Silby: "What's the matter, is the car leaking oil?"

In the darkness, Osilvia held her breath.

Two seconds later.

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

After a few seconds of silence.

boom! !

Violent magic fluctuations came from around.

The whole car almost fell over directly. The door of Churchill's car was blasted dozens of meters away by a powerful spell. Without a word, Osivia disapparated and moved 100 meters away. She bent over and started to feel sick.

Hoffa was stunned, slammed on the brakes, threw a cloud of smoke and stopped on the side of the road, knocking down a wooden road sign with a bang.

He growled: "You are sick, why are you peeing your pants!"

Sylby said innocently: "I'm disabled."

"This is the reason, are you disgusting!?"

"I couldn't control myself again, my nerves were gone from the neck down," Sylby said.

"Then how do you feel it?"

"So I reminded you just after drinking the water!"

"Oh My God"

Hoffa groaned, clutching his head in pain.

He slammed the door open and pulled out Sylby's wheelchair.

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

ah! !

Damn it!

Hoffa couldn't bear to look directly at him. He pinched his fingers and pulled the blanket off Sylby's body, only to see that Sylby's body under the blanket was wearing elastic underwear. All his limbs were shriveled and deformed, old and wrinkled, as if he was eighty years old. Like an old man, on his chest, there are scars left by countless operations.

And on the back of his transparent elastic suit, there were several densely packed bandages to keep his back straight.

This was not the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all. Hoffa couldn't imagine how this guy lived to be so big.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa's fingers trembled slightly, restraining his violent emotions.

"Clear water is like a spring."

He tapped his wand, and with a spring of clear water, he cleaned the wheelchair and his body.

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

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

"I know." Sylby laughed.

"You think it's fun to tease a Slytherin?"

Hoffa asked coldly.

The smile on Sylby's face gradually disappeared: "Is she a Slytherin?"

"That's right, so if you want to live a good life, I advise you to put away that cynical demeanor." Hoffa suggested calmly.

That's right, this Osilvia-senpai is indeed calm and restrained. But she was a Slytherin after all, a Slytherin who graduated as an adult. If it was replaced by the Malfoy family or the graduated version of Voldemort, it is 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. It drove to Osivia who was holding a tree in the distance.

On the side of the road, Osivia was pale and still sick to her stomach. Hoffa estimated that she had vomited out all the food she ate last Christmas.

For a sorceress who couldn't tolerate crooked button buttons, someone did that kind of thing next to her, it was simply insane.

Hoffa sympathized with her very much.

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

Osilvia sat in the co-pilot, she turned her head pale and said decisively to Silby: "If I can't get the key, I will kill you, I will do what I say."

When she spoke, it seemed that even the glass was frosted.

Sylby tilted his head and said softly, "I'm looking forward to it."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the carriage has become strange.

Hoffa said a little annoyed. "You all don't talk, let me drive well."

Both the co-pilot and the back seat fell silent.

They both started to close their eyes and meditate at the same time.