Chapter 79

The vehicle disappeared, countless green snakes swam back to osivia's feet, wrapped around her neck, and finally turned into a green necklace.

On the roof, osivia looked down at the dirty dust on her nightgown and rubbed her temples with a headache in her eyes.

The cursing lasted about thirty seconds.

In the distance came the sound of two Arabs plopping into the sea.

Everything returned to silence.

Around, countless Arabs ran out of the yard and looked up at the sky, wondering what had just happened.

After taking a deep breath, the girl opened her eyes and slowly recovered her coldness and calmness.

After thinking for a moment, she drew out her wand and drew a green pentagram in the air.

With one hand, the pentagram quickly circled and disappeared in the air.

Not long after, the voice of the phantom came from her side. A middle-aged man quickly appeared beside her and bent down.

"Miss Romanov."

Osivia said coldly, "where is the nearest sea to Spain?"

"Port Tangier." The man said respectfully.

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on the other side of the lane, in the slum of Casablanca, the red Alfa Romeo is drilling through the lane. As long as they leave this area, they are out of the city of Casablanca.

After a toss. Hoffa is already familiar with the old car. He drives more and more skillfully, but the alleys leading to the mountain road are getting narrower and narrower.

Dong!

Pop!

After crashing two trash cans across the road, Alfa Romeo came out of the alley with a few rotten banana peels on his head. The rear-view mirrors on both sides were knocked off.

Sylby didn't care about his car at all. When he looked at it, his chest distance fluctuated with excitement: "it's so... It's so... It's so enjoyable. I haven't been as excited as I am today for many years."

Hoffa did not speak, while slowing down the speed, while quickly recovering his own magic with his mind.

Just the blood bloom let his physical strength drop greatly, he must adjust now.

Excited for a moment, Silby said sadly again, "it's a pity that we've lost her."

Hoffa was driving down the hill, and he was surprised.

What a pity? This man has a bad brain.

"That's a pretty girl." "And a pretty girl with her own persistence, I hope she doesn't just give up on us," said Silby melancholy

Don't give up on us?

Hoffa looked at each other sympathetically, thinking that you have never met a guy named aglia, otherwise you will know how painful it is to be watched.

The car beeped down the slope and down the mountain road in Casablanca.

Hoffa looked back from time to time. No one was chasing him.

"But, Hoffa, I think I made a wrong decision." Said Silby.

"What?"

"I gave you too little money."

"Oh

Hoffa's soft body gave way to his spirit.

Sylby: how about being a full-time secretary after this trip

Hoffa: "what?"

"I feel like we're a perfect combination, like Fogg and Passepartout, like Sherlock Holmes and Watson, so I decided to hire you for 500 galleons for a month," he said seriously

Hoffa shook his hand: "you... What do you say? How much? "

"500 kingalon, every month. With a year-end bonus, three days off a week, half a month off Christmas. "

Hoffa takes a breath and pie falls from the sky?

But when he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong: "then... What should I do with my studies?"

"Study?" Sylby sneered, "come on, can you get some money from Hogwarts and go to work in the Ministry of magic and gulinger? Listen to me, my brother, there is no future in reading..."

he is still boasting, but Hoffa's heart is still hot, and he gradually calms down. It's really nothing good. It's impossible for him to give up Hogwarts.

"Forget it. I'll wait until I get you to your destination."

He said perfunctorily.

Sylby didn't seem to recognize the coldness in Hoffa's voice. He was still talking about his position with great interest.

"Well, you have to think it over these days. To the right, yes

As he pointed out the way to Hoffa, he said: "but I still think that if there are only two boys along the way, the journey will be very boring. If you can add a beautiful girl, tut tut... To the left, it will be very interesting.

"But your car has only two seats." Hoffa hit me coldly."What are you afraid of?" Sylby said, "I have a boat. I'm in port Tangier. Think about it. A long legged woman in a swimsuit, with sunscreen, would you please come and apply it... To the right, then to the left... Yes, Hoffa, you drive very well."

"Apply sunscreen, what do you take to others, take your tongue?"

Don't know why, the employer's big dog tone makes Hoffa feel a little unhappy, he can't help but want to satirize each other.

As soon as he said it, Hoffa suddenly regretted it. Would it stimulate him.

Sure enough, Silby turned his head foolishly.

"You... Say it again?"

Hoffa gave him a stiff look and pursed his lips.

"You are a genius, genius!"

Said Silby excitedly.

"Why have I never thought of applying sunscreen on my tongue before! I must try it. "

"I ... "

Hoffa was caught off guard, ran over a stone and jumped.

Sylby jumped along with the car, bit his tongue, and exhaled: "can't you fasten my seat belt before driving, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa's head is big. Now he finds that his 50 garron task is not as easy as he thought. This man is not only physically disabled, but also mentally different from ordinary people.

He covered his temples for a moment, calmed down, pulled over, opened the door and went to the other side, trying to fasten Silby's seat belt.

At this moment, however, lights were on at the intersection ahead. The glare of the light made Hoffa squint. He covered his forehead with his hand,

after a while, a black old Benz sped by.

Passing by, Hoffa saw a man in the driver's seat dressed strangely.

He was wearing a black suit, black gloves on his hands, black sunglasses on his eyes, and a ring-shaped gold crown on his forehead.

Hoffa stood in the dark street, covered his brows and looked at him. Of course, the look lasted less than a second.

Before he could see what the other person looked like, the man's old car, with skilled drift and smoke, crossed the mountain road of Casablanca and went all the way up.

Hoffa muttered, "it's an interesting look."

Then he bent down to fasten his seat belt.

After wearing his seat belt, he found that sylby was surprisingly quiet. For a while, he didn't say anything. It's just an occasional twist of the neck to direct Hoffa's drive with the chin.

An hour later, in the sea breeze with a fishy smell, the two came to the brightly lit port of Tangier.

Sylby's papers were sufficient, and the two Englishmen who were on guard just checked them out a little, and immediately waved to let them go.

The Strait of gibraltarian, with its two continents, is as bright as day even at night. The car pulled into the brightly lit dock parking area.

Selby said, "well, we'll leave the car here and take me to get the boat."

"Why were you so quiet?" Hoffa asked as he stopped.

"Do you have any?" Sylby pretended to be surprised.

Hoffa curled his mouth, took the other person's wheelchair out of the trunk, and then took Silby out of the co pilot and put him in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair swung around and Hoffa picked up his box. They walked to the shore of the dock.

"Where's the boat? Which is your boat? "

Hoffa asked, thinking bitterly that no one would ask himself that in his life.

Sylby put out his tongue precisely, and Hoffa looked at it.

It's not a luxury yacht as imagined, just an ordinary white small motorboat, sandwiched in a pile of freighters, not conspicuous.

Hoffa has never been a sailor, but in order to make money, he has to stick to it.

After putting Silby steady on the boat, Hoffa began to work on the way the motorboat started.

"It's exciting to cross the Strait of gibraltarian at night," said Silby, who had returned to normal

The answer was a roar.

The basic operation of the yacht has been found out by Hoffa, which is not too difficult.

A few minutes later, the narrow motorboat was driving on the dark sea.

The sea was not smooth, and the night wind rolled countless peaks. Up and down the yacht, some water splashed on Hoffa's face. Occasionally, some sardine, which is phosphorescent, can leaped out of the water.

Crossing the strait between Africa and Europe at night sounds like a lot.

But in fact, that's the same thing, because the channel is only 13 kilometers wide, and its area is not even as large as some lakes.

He doesn't have to worry about losing his way, because the lighthouse on the opposite wharf is flashing like a star at night.

In the sea breeze, Hoffa couldn't help asking Silby: "in other words, why are you in Morocco? You look like you've been here for a long time. "Sylby: ah, yes, many years, many years

There was a moment of silence.

Hoffa: "how do you go to school like this?"

"I didn't go to busbarton."

Sylby grinned in the wind and said, "the teachers there have nothing to teach me. In fact, to be specific, I should be an honorary alumnus of busbarton, not a student."

"As for my stay in Morocco." Sylby glanced at Hoffa's watch.

"That's because Francois LeBron, the former headmaster of buspatton, took care of me for a while."

Hoffa is very picky. There are a lot of gateways.

But in short, money can really do whatever you want.

The headmasters of busbarton can be invited to be private teachers. What else can't be done.