The car disappeared, and countless green snakes slithered back to Ossivia's feet. They wrapped around her neck and eventually turned back into a green necklace.
On the roof, Ossivia looked down at the dust on her nightgown and rubbed her temples, as if she had a headache.
The indistinct cursing lasted for about thirty seconds.
In the distance, there was the sound of two Arabs jumping into the sea.
Everything returned to silence.
Around her, countless Arabs ran out of their yards and looked up at the sky, wondering what had just happened.
The girl took a deep breath and opened her eyes, slowly recovering her coldness and calmness.
After thinking for a moment, she drew out her magic wand and drew a green pentagram in the air.
She pointed with one hand, and the pentagram quickly spiraled and disappeared in the air.
Not long after, she heard the sound of Mirage moving next to her. A middle-aged man quickly appeared next to her and bent down.
"Miss Romanov."
Ossivia said coldly, "Where's the nearest port to Spain?"
"Tangier Port," the man said respectfully.
On the other side, in an alley in the slums of Casabianca, the red Alfa Romeo was weaving in and out of the alley. As long as they left this area, they would be out of Casabianca.
After a period of torment. Hoffa was already quite familiar with the old car. He drove it more and more smoothly, but the alley leading to the mountain road was getting narrower and narrower.
Dong!
Pa!
After knocking away two trash cans on the side of the road, the Alfa Romeo crawled out of the alley with a few rotten banana skins on its head. The rearview mirrors on both sides were knocked off.
Silby didn't feel sorry for his car at all. He turned his head and looked at it, his chest heaving in excitement. This is so satisfying. I haven't been as excited as I am today for many years. "
Hoffa didn't say anything. He slowed down the car and quickly used meditation to recover his magic power.
The Bloody Bloom just now had greatly reduced his stamina. He had to adjust now.
After a moment of excitement, Silby said sadly, "What a pity. We lost her."
Hoffa was driving down the mountain. He was shocked when he heard that.
Pity? Was there something wrong with this guy's head?
"That's a beautiful girl." Silby said gloomily, "And she's a beautiful girl with her own determination. I really hope she won't give up on us."
Don't abandon us?
Huo Fa looked at him sympathetically and thought to himself, You haven't met a guy named Aglaea, or you would've known how painful it is to be stared at and insulted by someone.
The car chugged down the slope and down the mountain road of Casabianca.
Hoffa glanced back from time to time. No one was chasing after him.
"However, Hoffa, I think I made the wrong decision," Silby said.
"What?"
"I gave you too little money."
"Oh!?"
Hoffa's limp body regained its energy.
Silby: "After this trip, how about you be my secretary full-time?"
Hoffa: "What?"
Silby said seriously, "I think we're a perfect combination, like Fogg and Passepartout, like Holmes and Watson, so I've decided to hire you for 500 Gold Coins a month."
Hoffa's hand trembled. "What, what did you say? How much? "
"500 Gold Coins a month. You'll get a year-end bonus, a day off every Wednesday, and half a month off for Christmas. "
Hoffa gasped. A pie from the sky?
But he thought about it and felt something was wrong. "What about my studies?"
"Studies?" Silby sneered. "Come on, how much money can you earn after graduating from Hogwarts? Do you think you can work at the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts? Listen to me, brother, studying has no future."
He was still boasting, but Hoffa's burning heartbeat gradually calmed down. As expected, it was nothing good.
"Forget it, let's talk about it after I send you to your destination."
He said perfunctorily.
Silby didn't seem to hear the coldness in Hoffa's tone. He was still talking excitedly in his seat.
"Okay, you have to think about it seriously these few days. Turn right, yes. "
As he pointed the way for Huo Fa, he said, "But I still think that if it's just the two of us guys, this trip will definitely be very boring. If we can add a pretty girl, tsk tsk, to the left, it will definitely be very interesting.
"But your car only has two seats," Hoffa said blandly.
"What are you afraid of?" Silby said, "I have a boat at Tangier Harbor. Think about it, a long-legged beauty in a swimsuit is asking you to apply sunscreen. Turn right, then turn left. That's right, Hoffa, you're a good driver."
"Apply sunscreen? What are you going to use to apply it to others? Use your tongue?"
For some reason, this employer's tone made Hoffa feel a little unhappy. He couldn't help but want to mock him.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Hoffa suddenly regretted it. Did he provoke him?
Sure enough, Silby turned his head dumbly.
"Say that again?"
Hoffa looked at him cautiously and pursed his lips.
"You're a genius, a genius!"
Silby said excitedly.
"Use my tongue to apply sunscreen. Why didn't I think of it before! I must try it. "
"I …"
Hoffa was caught off guard and rolled over a rock. The car bounced.
Silby also bounced with the car. He bit his tongue and cried out in pain, "Can't you fasten my seat belt before driving, Mr. Bach?"
Hoffa's head hurt. He now realized that his task of 50 Galleons was not as easy as he thought. Not only was this person disabled, but his brain was also different from ordinary people.
He held his temples and calmed down. He parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and walked to the other side. He wanted to fasten Silby's seat belt.
However, at this moment, a light came on at the intersection ahead. The glaring light made Hoffa squint his eyes. He covered his forehead with his hand.
After a while, a black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz sped past.
The moment they passed, Hoffa saw a strangely dressed man sitting in the driver's seat.
He was wearing a black suit, black gloves, and a pair of black sunglasses. On his head, there was a golden crown in the shape of a ring.
Hoffa stood on the dark street, covered his eyebrows and looked at him. Of course, this gaze only lasted for less than a second.
Before he could see what the other person looked like, the man's old-fashioned car skilfully drifted through the mountain roads of Casabianca and went all the way to the top.
Hoffa muttered, "What an interesting style."
With that, he bent down and fastened his seat belt.
After fastening his seat belt, he found that Silby was unexpectedly much quieter. For a long time, he didn't say anything. He only occasionally twisted his neck and used his chin to point in the direction Hoffa was driving.
An hour later, amidst the fishy sea breeze, the two of them arrived at the brightly lit Tangier Port.
Silby's identification was sufficient. The two British guards on duty only checked briefly and immediately waved their hands to let him in.
The Strait of Gibraltar connected the two continents. Even at night, it was as bright as day. The car drove into the brightly lit parking area at the dock.
Silby said, "Ahem, let's leave the car here. Take me to the boat."
"Why were you so quiet just now?" Hoffa asked as he parked the car.
"Really?" Silby pretended to be surprised.
Hoffa pursed his lips and took out the wheelchair from the trunk. Then, he carried Silby out of the passenger seat and put him in the wheelchair.
The wheelchair turned automatically and Hoffa picked up his suitcase. The two of them walked to the dock.
"Where's the boat? Which one is your boat? "
As Hoffa asked, he thought sadly that no one would ask him such a question in his life.
Silby stuck out his tongue accurately. Hoffa followed his tongue and looked over.
It wasn't the extravagant yacht he had imagined. It was just an ordinary white motorboat. It wasn't conspicuous among a bunch of cargo ships.
Hoffa had never driven a boat before, but in order to make money, he had to bite the bullet.
After putting Silby on the boat, Hoffa began to fiddle with how to start the motorboat.
Silby had already returned to normal. He said emotionally, "Crossing the Strait of Gibraltar at night is really exciting."
The only answer he got was a loud rumble.
Hoffa had figured out the basic operation of the yacht. It wasn't too difficult.
A few minutes later, the long and narrow motorboat was moving on the dark sea.
The sea wasn't smooth, and the night wind swept up countless peaks. Up and down the yacht, some of the water splashed onto Hoffa's face. On the surface of the sea, some phosphorescent sardines could occasionally be seen jumping out of the water.
Crossing the strait between Africa and Europe at night sounded very impressive.
But it was actually just that, because the strait was only 13 kilometers wide, and was even smaller than some lakes.
He didn't have to worry about getting lost, because the lighthouse on the opposite dock was like a star at night, constantly flashing.
In the sea breeze, Hoffa couldn't help but ask Silby, "By the way, why are you in Morocco? You look like you've been here for a long time. "
Silby said, "Ah, yes, I've been here for three years, maybe four."
There was a moment of silence.
Hoffa said, "How are you going to school like this?"
"I didn't go to school in Boothbottom."
Silby said loudly in the wind, "The teachers there don't have anything to teach me, and I can't receive formal magic education. In fact, to be specific, I should be an honorary alumnus of Boothbottom, not a student."
"As for why I'm in Morocco." Silby glanced at Hoffa's watch.
"That's because my real teacher is François Lebrun, the former headmaster of Boothbottom. He took care of me when I first entered the school."
Hoffa raised an eyebrow. There were quite a lot of things going on here.
But to put it simply, you could really do whatever you wanted with money.
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