Key?
Hoffa did not know what kind of magic potion Silby fed Ossivia, to actually make this old-fashioned Slytherin go with them.
He pushed Silby and asked: "What key?"
Silby: "Take a guess."
"The key to Gringotts' vault?"
"No."
"The key to the Sorcerer's Stone safe?"
Silby laughed: "You even know about the Sorcerer's Stone, you know quite a lot. But that kind of trash can only be bought by Nick Lemour, that kind of cowardly old trash. Even if you gave it to me, I wouldn't want it. "
Silby said arrogantly with disdain.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Ossivia gave Silby a warning look, then said to Hoffa. "Do your job well, you don't need to care about other things."
Huo Fa's mouth twitched. He didn't care what Osivia was looking for, but this impromptu team made him very worried.
Ossivia was a man of few words, most of the time he was thinking about his own thoughts. Only when he encountered a professional question, would he explain it in detail.
But Silby?
Other than the fact that he could only move his head, he was a bastard, a shameless bastard who did not know how to filter his mouth. He did not know how to ask professional questions, and did not care about Ossivia's silence, as if he had a disease that would kill him if he did not speak.
Sitting in the wheelchair, he kept talking non-stop. And Ossivia could not interrupt him like how he interrupted Hoffa.
Because he was a disabled person, there was no need for him to tie his shoelaces or tidy his collar. He only had a blanket around him.
When the three of them arrived at the Spanish Pier parking lot, Silby introduced his new car to Hoffa.
"Daimler DB18, have you seen it before? I heard that Churchill and I use the same car."
Under the orange light of the pier, there was a black old car. It looked pretty good, but to Hoffa, no matter how good a car was, it was just an old car.
Too lazy to care about Silby's bragging, Hoffa turned to Ossivia: "Do you know how to drive?"
Ossivia: "No, why would I know how to drive a Muggle's vehicle?"
Silby: "I heard that Hogwarts's school bus was invented by Muggles, is it really good to look down on Muggle's vehicle?"
Sylvia turned around with a gloomy face. "When did I say that I was looking down on you?"
Seeing that Silby was about to speak, Hoffa hurriedly raised his hand: "Ok ok ok, I'll drive, you sit in the back seat seat."
Hoffa took out the key from Silby's bag and opened the door. Then he put Silby in the back, but just as he folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk, Ossivia sat in the front passenger seat with a bang.
Hoffa:
Silby's untimely mockery came from the back: "Beauty, you have to wear your seatbelt if you sit in the front, do you know how to wear your seatbelt?"
Hoffa had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the witch in the front seat turned around at lightning speed. The moment she turned her head, her head turned into a medusa-like shape. She bared her ferocious teeth and every snake on her head opened its mouth: "If you say another word to me, I'll kill you!"
Silby laughed: "If you kill me, what about the key?"
Poof!
There was a muffled sound.
Hoffa saw that Ossivia's fingers had sunk into the expensive leather armchair, and ten holes were dug out on the seat.
He covered his head with his hands, then leaned over and helped Ossivia fasten her seatbelt, although he was sure that even if the car fell off the cliff, Ossivia wouldn't die.
He started the car and drove out of the docks.
On the dark cement road, the old car was slowly moving forward.
In 1939, there were no asphalt roads or street lights. There were only pitch-black gravel and cement roads. Especially after entering the suburbs, the ground was in a mess, so Hoffa drove slowly.
Behind the car, Silby was very curious about Ossivia's place of origin, place of birth, age, and name.
He was very interested in the witch's surname. So he spelled all the Soviet surnames he could think of behind the witch's name.
Ossivia Petrov
Ossivia Sidomov
Ossivia Andropov
Ossivia Ulyanov
Ossivia Peshkov
Ossivia Khrushchev
As he spouted out the names, he was still able to find time to guide Huo Fa.
But no matter what he said, Ossivia just looked straight ahead with an expressionless face. Hoffa pursed his lips and looked at the rearview mirror worriedly.
He didn't expect Silby to be so suicidal.
Hoffa could understand Ossivia's feelings, because Aglaia had annoyed him like this last year.
But the witch of the Snake Courtyard endured it.
After three hours of driving in fear, the road began to level out, street lights began to appear, and the sky in the distance began to brighten. Along the undulating mountain road, Hoffa looked at the signs in front of him. They were almost at Nevada, the southern mountain range of Spain.
At the foot of the mountain, Hoffa saw a blurry town in the mountains.
At this moment, Silby was probably tired and said hoarsely, "I want to drink water."
Ossivia didn't move, as if it didn't hear him.
Silby raised his voice. "I'm thirsty!"
Hoffa frowned, holding the steering wheel with one hand and taking out Silby's oversized drink from the glove box with the other. He handed it back.
"Do you expect me to reach out and take it, brother?" Silby said.
Hoffa, who was driving, said to Ossivia, "Help feed it. We're about to reach the rest stop."
Ossivia turned its head mechanically, its green eyes terrifying.
Hoffa said, "Just take it as showing concern for a disabled person."
The Snake Witch didn't move. The necklace around her neck turned into a green snake and coiled down. It wrapped its tail around the cup and slowly brought it to Silby's mouth.
Silby took a big sip and sighed. "It's so convenient to be a wizard. I really wish I was a wizard."
Nobody paid attention to him.
But after a while.
Silby said again, "I want to pee."
Ossivia's face was pale as it squeezed out two words from between its teeth.
Hoffa also comforted it. "Bear with it. We're about to reach the town.
Silby shut up.
After a while, Ossivia suddenly said, "Do you smell something?"
Hoffa, who was driving, sniffed and frowned. There was indeed a strange smell in the car.
In the car, Hoffa asked Silby, "What's going on? Is the car leaking oil?"
In the darkness, Ossivia held its breath.
Two seconds later.
"Oh, I probably peed in my pants," Silby said calmly.
After a few seconds of silence.
Bang!
There was a violent magic wave beside them.
The whole car almost flipped over. The door of Churchill's car was blown dozens of meters away by a powerful spell. Ossivia immediately used Mirage to move 100 meters away. He bent over and began to vomit.
Hoffa was shocked. He slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road. With a bang, he knocked down a wooden road sign.
He roared, "Are you crazy? Why did you pee in your pants?"
Silby said innocently, "I'm disabled."
"That's a reason. Don't you feel disgusted?!"
Silby said, "I can't control myself. My nerves are all broken from the neck down."
"Oh my god."
Hoffa held his head in pain and groaned.
He pushed the door open and pulled out Silby's wheelchair.
At this moment, an unknown liquid was dripping from the wheelchair.
Ah!
Damn it!
Hoffa couldn't bear to look at it. He pinched his fingers and pulled the blanket away from Silby's body. He saw that Silby's body under the blanket was wearing elastic underwear. His limbs were all shriveled and deformed, old and wrinkled, like an eighty-year-old man. On his chest, there were countless scars left by surgery.
And on the back of his transparent elastic suit, there were several dense bandages to keep his back straight.
This was not the body of a fifteen-year-old boy. Hoffa couldn't imagine how this guy lived to this age.
Seeing this, Hoffa's fingers trembled slightly. He restrained his irritation.
"Clear water like a spring."
He tapped his wand. In the blink of an eye, he cleaned the wheelchair and his body.
After taking care of Silby without saying a word, Hoffa cleaned up the car and put him inside.
Holding the steering wheel tightly, Hoffa turned his head and said coldly, "I think, since your teacher is Headmaster Boothbarton, you should know about the four major schools in Hogwarts."
"I know." Silby smiled.
"You think it's fun to tease a Slytherin?"
Hoffa asked coldly.
The smile on Silby's face gradually disappeared. "She's a Slytherin?"
"That's right, so if you want to live a good life, I advise you to put away that frivolous attitude of yours," Huo Fa calmly advised.
Yes, this Ossivia senior was indeed calm and restrained. But she was a Slytherin, a Slytherin who had graduated as an adult. If it was the Malfoy family or the graduated Lord Voldemort, Silby probably wouldn't even know how he died.
Silby didn't say anything. His expression became inexplicably obscure.
Hoffa started the car again. He drove to Ossivia, who was leaning against a tree in the distance.
On the side of the road, Ossivia's face was pale and she was still nauseous. Hoffa guessed that she had vomited everything she ate last Christmas.
For a germaphobic witch who couldn't even tolerate a button being crooked, someone doing such a thing next to her was simply insane.
Hoffa sympathized with her.
After waiting for a long time, Hoffa said, "Get in, senior."
Ossivia sat in the passenger seat. She turned her head and said to Silby with a pale face, "If I can't get the key, I'll kill you. I mean it."
When she spoke, even the glass seemed to be frosted.
Silby tilted his head and said softly, "I'll be looking forward to it."
The atmosphere in the car became unusually strange.
Hoffa said with some annoyance. "Don't talk, let me drive."
The passenger seat and the backseat quieted down.
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