Chapter 89 Chapter 22, Treasure Beyond the Ordinary

Osilvia: "Can you stop talking?"

Sylby: "Those who get this library can gain the supreme power of wizards. In front of that power, all rights, wealth, and fame are at your fingertips."

Osilvia grabbed his throat violently, and growled: "Are you crazy? Is the unforgivable commandment bullshit to you?"

Hoffa in the woods was shocked, and he turned around slowly.

I saw that Sylby had been strangled by Osylvia, and his pale face was bruised and purple.

"You let him go." Hoffa took a few steps back.

Sylby smiled with difficulty, Osilvia was a little flustered and did not let go.

"Let him go." Hoffa sneered, "Is there any secret you can't tell, do you want to strangle him to death?"

Osilvia removed her palm in extreme annoyance.

Sylby took a few breaths heavily: "Thank you."

"So, there is such a library with hundreds of forbidden spells?" Hoffa asked in disbelief.

"A thousand years ago, all," said Silby.

Hoffa didn't speak for a moment.

Forbidden Art Library?

A secret that was banned thousands of years ago.

Hundreds of spells from ancient top wizards.

For a wizard, Hoffa didn't need to guess what that meant.

If such a place really existed, it would be like a blueprint for nuclear weapons in The Witcher.

As wise as Dumbledore, he was attracted by the secrets of the Deathly Hallows when he was young, if there is such a library. How many wizards will be attracted to fight for it.

After settling his mind, Hoffa asked again: "What does this have to do with you being hunted down?"

Sylby: "The Forbidden Art Library was sealed off thousands of years ago, and the keys were distributed to three families for safekeeping. But ambitious people never disappear."

Sylby collapsed on the ground, looked at Osivia with a light smile and said, "The war is about to begin, and everyone wants to win the war. Those top wizards and top organizations will desperately search for power and use it for themselves. .”

As he spoke, Sylby shook his head: "The British wizarding world is no exception, so this Miss Osylvia is here because she wants to get the key to the library."

"Enough! You've said enough."

Osylvia interrupted Sylby sharply, and she clenched her fists on the spot.

"Can you let him finish first?" Hoffa raised an arm, preventing Osivia from speaking, "But it has nothing to do with you being hunted down. If you kill you, those killers won't get anything Is it?"

"This question is for the beautiful woman next to you."

Sylby slumped on the ground and raised her head: "If it weren't for Miss Osylvia, I think they would just arrest me and save my life, and ask about the whereabouts of the library and the whereabouts of the keys. Even, they didn't find me at all. Not to me, 'cause I'm a Squib."

"However, she is hehe, cough cough cough."

Sylby suddenly sneered, and then began to cough violently, spewing out bits and pieces of blood when coughing.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, I'm not a wizard, and apparating is too much of a burden for me."

Hoffa looked at his pale face, it didn't look like it was okay.

After coughing, Sylby continued: "Since I can't get it myself, I can't let others get it, right?"

"Are you finished?"

Osilvia's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

Sylby closed her mouth, with a faint sarcasm on her face.

She pointed at Silby and looked at Hoffa: "I remember, your goal is to earn living expenses, isn't it? Now, do you still want to complete your goal?"

Both looked at Hoffa, waiting for him to make his choice.

Hoffa took a step forward, bent down and carried Sylby on his back, and looked at Osivia.

Osilvia tosses the atlas to Hoffa.

When the sun rose high, they left the forest.

After walking on the road for half an hour, seeing Osivia's figure disappear into the orange grove at the corner, Hoffa turned his head sideways, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "50 Galleons, you really have it."

Sylby smiled and said, "Otherwise, why don't you spend 5,000 Galleons to ask the headmaster of Hogwarts to send me back?"

Osilvia poked her head out: "No whispering!"

Fearing that the killer would appear again, Hoffa did not enter the city, they only went to the deserted suburbs.

Osivia led the two of them on the rugged mountain road, stopping from time to time to hand the map to Hoffa. Let him orient himself.

Sylby was in poor condition and would always cough violently, but at least Osilvia knew a little bit of herbal medicine and collected some medicines for him to use on the way, which kept his body from collapsing further.

Walking along the coast, the left side of Hoffa is the endless orange grove, while the right side is the vast Mediterranean Sea.

The scenery is picturesque, but the feeling of walking through the wilderness is not very good, especially carrying Sylby, although he is very light, he is also a living person.

Hoffa had to extract some of the power from the magic crystals from time to time to convert it into life, so that the progress was not delayed.

He even thought about turning into Thunderbird quickly, taking Sylby and flying to Barcelona, ​​but this is unrealistic.

The last time I transformed, I consumed 5 bottles of mana recovery potions, and it lasted for less than 3 minutes.

More importantly, after experiencing the assassination, Hoffa dared not underestimate any Muggle anymore, he had to save his magic power for self-protection.

As for Osilvia's back?

Hoffa thought that was a joke.

After Sylby told about the library, she never gave the two of them a good look.

Except for a word or two with Hoffa during alternate vigils, she is silent most of the time.

When she was hungry, she would pick some fruits for the two of them in the wild, or hunt some wild game, as omnipotent as a Muggle special soldier.

Other times she would sit and meditate on a rock, and sometimes she would open that old newspaper and read it over and over again.

Her only pleasure is to take a bath, as long as she passes by a river or a lake, she will take a bath.

She didn't even mind Hoffa watching her shower, but it wasn't a sensual scene. On the contrary, it is a little scary.

Because when she walked slowly into the lake with her clothes on, Hoffa could only see a ten-meter-long green snake swimming slowly in the lake.

July 5, dusk, after crossing a hill.

Hoffa could see the towering peaks like clouds in the distance, which were the Pyrenees Mountains at the junction of West and France, blurred like a stripping girl in the dusk.

They were very close to the end of their journey.

Hoffa took Sylby from behind him, put him on the stone, and adjusted his body a little.

Before long, the surrounding silence was broken by a strange rustling sound, which sounded like the friction between branches.

A tall figure passed through the forest, and it was Osilvia who had returned.

A small green snake was beside her, placing a hare at Hoffa's feet before circling back onto Osivia's shoulder.

"How far are we from Barcelona now?" Osilvia asked.

Hoffa pulled the map out and examined it.

"It shouldn't be far away, it will almost arrive tomorrow."

Hoffa checked the gaps in the map, and Osilvia squinted and asked Silby: "Are you sure your family will pick you up at the station in Barcelona?"

"certainly."

Silby said confidently: "There is a special line that leads directly to our family's residence in Andorra. However, I may have to call my family when I arrive in Barcelona, ​​otherwise"

"Will they bring the key to the library?"

Osylvia interrupts Sylby.

"Yes, as long as I make a phone call." Sylby said helplessly.

Osilvia stared at Sylby for a moment.

"very good."

After speaking, she turned and left. Hoffa knew that she was going to find another place to change into a snake to take a bath.

After completing some daily chores, Hoffa carried Sylby on his back to the fire.

When he was about to get up and call Osilvia back to eat, Sylby stopped him.

"Wait a while, let's chat with me first."

Hoffa sat down, "What's wrong?"

"I have a purse on me, could you please take it out?"

Hoffa fumbled a couple of times on his blanket and found a small leather pouch at the waist of the blanket.

When I opened it, there was a bunch of Galleons in the bag.

"Take it, this is your reward."

Sylby laughed.

"But we haven't arrived in Barcelona yet." Hoffa frowned.

"Is there a difference? Or are you going to run off with the money and leave me alone in the forest."

Hoffa just looked at the flames and didn't speak. He wouldn't do that, but he didn't expect his task to be completed so suddenly.

Unknowingly, he got the magic crystal and earned the living expenses for the next semester.

Sylby: "By the way, I'll show you something nice."

"What?"

"Open the bag."

Hoffa opened the calfskin bag according to his words, but found nothing unusual. There was only a stack of Gold Galleons inside.

"There is also a sandwich inside the bag."

Hoffa took a closer look and indeed saw a small compartment in the middle of the bag. He reached out and felt something hard in the bag.

It was a very old gold coin.

On the obverse of the gold coin is a woman wearing a crown and holding scales. On the back of the gold coin, a circle of words is engraved.

The text is small and delicate. But none of them could understand. "

Hoffa turned his head in surprise, "This"

"Latin, to find the light in the darkness."

Sylby: "The wheelchair is lost. I only have 20 Galleons in cash with me, and I still have five Galleons short, but I never owe anyone anything. I will give you a commemorative coin of our family. Some collectors of this commemorative coin may Willing to pay 100 Galleons to buy it."

The finger that fiddled with the bonfire stopped, and Hoffa held the old gold coin, slightly surprised: "If you still want me to do other things, I will not agree. I will only send you to Barcelona Station , that's all."

Sylby sighed in frustration: "So you still don't agree to be my official secretary?"

Hoffa sneered, and said, "You have asked the question for the third time. With your ability, it is too easy to find a secretary. It is also easy to find twenty models as a secretary. Why do you have to find me?"

"No, you're not like them."

"Finding a wizard is also very simple. I am not the only poor wizard."

"You really shouldn't be going back to Hogwarts this year." Sylby interrupted Hoffa.

"Why?" Hoffa asked in surprise, turning his head to the side.

"This year, that school may become the most dangerous place on the planet, and you shouldn't be going back."

"How dangerous?"

"A battlefield of hyenas and lions, a vortex of ambition and desire, Hoffa, you don't fit there."

The bonfire crackled, and the flickering light made the shadows on Sylby's face sway.

Hoffa stared at Selby. Suddenly, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Sylby.

"No, do you have house elves at home?"

"No, I never use that kind of thing. My servants are all paid seriously." Sylby was at a loss.

Hoffa suppressed his smile and shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I won't drop out, it's as simple as that."