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Chapter 74

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Raymond's words made Hoffa's eyes widen.

"Ha," Raymond laughed. "Don't look at me like that. I know how to fix this watch too, I just need a magic crystal. But I don't have time to do it for you right now. "

Raymond said as he took out a quill and wrote on the paper.

"How about this, you go to the Casabianca Wizard Auction Market and get a few magic crystals. I'll help you assemble it after you get it. How about that?"

After he finished, he handed the paper to Hoffa.

Hoffa took the paper and looked at it. His face was a little hot. The paper had the specific address and contact person written on it.

"Do I need money?"

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

Hoffa sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I don't have money."

"No money?"

Raymond laughed. "It's not expensive. A magic crystal only costs 20 Galleons. A low-grade crystal can last you more than a year."

20 Galleons was not expensive. But Hoffa thought that he didn't even have 1 Galleon on him. Where could he get 20 Galleons?

"I don't have 20 Galleons," Hoffa said honestly.

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

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Raymond, who was sitting behind the counter, felt that something was wrong. The corner of Osivia's mouth twitched.

"What did you say?" Raymond asked.

Hoffa grabbed the watch and put it on his wrist.

"I said I don't have money. I thought your watches were guaranteed."

"Who sells things with a 100 year guarantee!"

Raymond exclaimed. "Also, this watch was given to Dippet by my father. I didn't sell it to him."

"Okay, don't say anymore."

Hoffa sighed and thought that he had miscalculated. However, he couldn't blame Dippet for this. After all, he didn't force him to come here. It could only be said that poverty was the original sin. His plan to find a job had to be brought forward. Otherwise, his trip to Morocco would have been for nothing.

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

Raymond retracted the stunned expression on his face and snapped his fingers. "What are you good at?"

"Uh …" Hoffa glanced at Ossivia and said, "Transfiguration."

"Transform?"

Raymond muttered to himself for a moment. He took out a long list from under the cabinet, dipped his saliva, and quickly flipped through it.

Finally, he shook his head.

"Tsk, transforming doesn't earn much money. Are you good at potions or herbs? I have a few potion refining jobs here, and the profits are pretty good. "

Hoffa shook his head.

Aglaia would definitely love to refine Magic Potions, but it was true that his level of Magic Potions was not high.

"You can't?"

Raymond frowned. After thinking for a while, he kicked the cabinet and slid far away in his chair.

"Nancy! Nancy? "

He shouted in French.

"What?"

A dark-skinned girl walked out of the hall with a mop in her hand.

"Did anyone send the kid from Spencer's family?"

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

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

"I heard that wizards who are good at transfiguration have good adaptability. Are you like that?"

Before Huo Fa could say anything, Osivia furrowed his brows. "Are you kidding? He just graduated from the first year."

"Well, that seems to be the case." Raymond looked regretful.

"Wait a minute."

Hoffa quickly took out his magic wand and pointed at the pipe in front of Raymond.

In the blink of an eye, the metal straw transformed into a Damascus knife.

Then, the Damascus knife turned back into a straw, and white smoke was still coming out of it.

The wizards nearby gasped. The woman in charge of recording the information of the guests covered her mouth. Ossivia looked at Hoffa with a serious expression.

"What is the mission and how much is it?" Hoffa stepped back and asked calmly.

Raymond was still looking at his hookah pipe in surprise.

"Uh, the mission is not difficult. The reward is 50 Gold Coins. I have a student from Busbarton. Recently, he wants to go home. His home is in Andorra, but due to some special reasons, his family can't come and pick him up. So I need someone to help send him to Barcelona Station in Spain. "

Barcelona, what a familiar name, Hoffa thought.

"Can't he walk by himself?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"Oh, speaking of which." Raymond took a puff and looked serious. "The child is disabled. He has to use a wheelchair when he goes out. He needs someone patient and smart to take care of him."

Child, disabled, Barcelona, Spain, 50 Gold Coins.

Hoffa thought for a moment. This mission could be accepted.

Spain and Morocco were only separated by the Strait of Gibraltar. He just needed to cross the strait and find a train.

"No." At this time, Ossivia suddenly said, "You are not allowed to go out."

Hoffa turned his head in surprise, "Huh? What? "

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

"What about my watch?" Hoffa shook his wrist, "Will you pay to fix it?"

"I still have to buy a ticket back. It's not enough for you to buy magic crystals." She said.

"Then it's fine." Hoffa said.

"No." Ossivia still rejected Hoffa's suggestion. She looked at Raymond. "Thank you for your kindness, but I think we should forget about this mission."

With that, she picked up a key on the table, grabbed Hoffa's wrist, and strode up the spiral staircase.

He tried to break free twice, but it was completely useless. The other party's slender white fingers were like iron hoops, unbreakable.

At this time, Hoffa truly felt the rigidity of his companion. Was she really a robot?

The two of them stayed in a suite on the third floor. There were two rooms with a fireplace, a living room, a sofa, and a red wine rack. The floor was covered with a purple carpet, which looked quite luxurious.

As soon as they entered the suite, Hoffa struggled to break free from Ossivia's hand.

"Hey, senior, what do you mean?"

"You have to stay here with me."

Ossivia said stubbornly.

"I need that money." Hoffa tried to persuade her. "Not only to fix my watch, if I don't have money, I can't even buy textbooks next year."

"Are you poor?"

"I'm an orphan." Hoffa began to act pitiful.

But Ossivia just lowered her eyes. "You can write a letter to the school to apply for subsidies."

"I don't want to use second-hand books," Hoffa said immediately. "I can earn money to buy new books and robes."

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

Hoffa was a little unhappy. 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 rules, underage children are not allowed to cast spells outside of school during the summer vacation. You've violated this rule many times."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Hoffa spread his hands in surprise. "This is not England."

"The French Ministry of Magic has this rule too."

Hoffa stared at the other party's green eyes. She looked at Hoffa calmly.

There was no doubt that this guy was for real. She wasn't reporting in a fit of pique like Aglaia. She really respected the rules.

“ok。”

"Okay." Hoffa raised his hand. "Then, what do you think I should do for the next few days?"

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

Osivia put up a finger as a matter of course. "Every morning, I'll wake you up for breakfast. At noon, I might go to work. At night, I'll come back. In the meantime, you need to be careful. "

"Oh ~"

Hoffa nodded as if he suddenly understood.

"Then what am I supposed to do in the hotel? Laze around 24 hours a day? "

Hoffa pointed at the large pool downstairs. There were many men and women lying around the pool, sunbathing.

Ossivia looked at where Hoffa was pointing.

"No."

"No?"

"That pool is 1.8 meters deep. It's an adult pool. It's not safe for you to go," Ossivia said calmly. "At least, you can't go when I'm not free."

"Ha."

Hoffa let out a short laugh. He quickly tapped his feet on the ground and clenched his fists helplessly on the sofa. Dippet principal really found a good teammate for him.

"So, I'll stay in my room for the next few days. I'll eat and sleep and eat. After you finish your task, you can bring me back to London."

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

"After I return to London, I can do whatever I want, right?"

"That's right."

Hoffa gave her a thumbs up. "You win. As you wish."

Ossivia was stunned. She probably didn't expect Hoffa to agree so readily. However, a rare smile appeared on her stiff machine-like face.

She stood up and patted Hoffa's shoulder. "I'm doing this for your own good. Go and rest. I'll take you out for dinner later."

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

Watching her disappear behind the door, Hoffa sat on the sofa expressionlessly and let out a long breath.

There was no doubt that Ossivia was a conscientious woman. She was completely loyal to her job and her task.

On this point, Huo Fa couldn't say anything, nor would he criticize her.

However, this senior from the Snake Courtyard was also very aggressive and controlling. It was also mixed with some Slytherin's unscrupulous characteristics, which gave him a headache.

She wanted Hoffa to stay in the hotel and sleep for more than half a month before returning to London.

Too stupid.

Hoffa didn't want to live like that.

According to her, what about after he returned to London? What would he eat? Where would he live when he was penniless?

Would he continue to live in a place like the red-light district?

Also, with the money he had now, he probably couldn't even afford to live in the red-light district. He could only sleep in the park with newspapers wrapped around him. If he couldn't find a job quickly, he might not even have food to eat.

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