Raymond's words made Hoffa's eyes widen.

"Ha," Raymond smiled, "don't look like that, I can also repair this watch, it's just missing a magic crystal. But I don't have time to help you get it yet."

As Raymond spoke, he took out his quill and wrote on the paper.

"How about you go to the Wizarding Auction Market in Casablanca and get some magic crystals? After you get them back, I'll help you assemble them. How about that?"

After speaking, he handed the note to Hoffa.

Hoffa took the note and looked at it, his face felt a little hot. The specific purchase address and contact person were written on the note.

"Do you want money?"

"Of course it costs money." Raymond's eyes widened. "Auction houses don't do charity. There are very few people who produce magic crystals now. Why don't everyone use that thing anymore?"

Hoffa sighed and rubbed his forehead: "I have no money."

"No money?"

Raymond laughed dumbly: "It's not expensive. A piece of magic crystal only costs 0 Galleons. A low-level crystal can be used for more than a year."

0 Galleons is indeed not expensive. But Hoffa thought that his whole body was less than 1 Galleons, so where could he get 0 Galleons?

"I don't have twenty galleons," Hoffa said honestly.

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

The air felt awkward for a moment, and Raymond, who was sitting behind the counter, noticed that something was wrong. Osivia's mouth twitched in a rare way.

"What...what did you say?" Raymond asked.

Hoffa grabbed the watch and put it on his wrist.

"As I said, I don't have money. I thought your watch was covered by warranty."

"Whoever sells something will have a 100-year warranty!"

Raymond exclaimed: "Besides, this watch was given to Dippet by my father, not sold to him..."

"Okay, stop talking."

Hoffa sighed, thinking that it was a miscalculation. But he couldn't blame Dippet, after all, he didn't force himself to come here. It can only be said that poverty is the original sin, and his plan to find a job must be advanced. Otherwise, he will have to work hard.

A trip to Morocco is a trip in vain.

He asked Raymond: "Do you know any jobs nearby?"

Raymond retracted the surprise on his face, snapped his fingers and said quickly: "What are you good at?"

"Um..." Hoffa glanced at Osivia and said, "Transformation."

"Transformation?"

Raymond pondered for a while, then he took out a long list from under the cabinet, wet it with saliva, and quickly turned it over.

Finally, he shook his head.

"Tsk, you can't make much money by transforming. Are you good at potions or herbal medicines? I have several jobs here refining potions, and they're all pretty good."

Hoffa shook his head.

Aglaia must have enjoyed refining potions, but she was indeed not very good at potions.

"Can't you...?"

Raymond frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he kicked off the cabinet and sat on the chair all the way away.

"Nancy! Nancy?"

he shouted in a French accent.

"what?"

A dark-skinned little girl came out of the hall dragging a mop.

"Is anyone sending that boy from the Spencer family?"

"No, he hasn't found a suitable candidate yet." The little girl named Nancy said loudly.

The old man kicked his chair back and looked at Hoffa:

"I heard that wizards who are good at transformation have good adaptability. Is this true of you?"

Before Hoffa could speak, Osivia frowned. "Are you kidding? He just graduated from the first grade."

"Well, it seems so." Raymond looked regretful.

"Wait a moment."

Hoffa quickly pulled out his wand and lit the hookah straw in front of Raymond.

In an instant, the metal straw transformed into a Damascus knife.

Then, the Damascus knife turned into a straw again, with white smoke still silently emitting from it.

Several wizards nearby took a slight breath, and the bob-haired girl who was responsible for recording tenant information covered her mouth. Osivia looked at Hoffa and began to look a little solemn.

"What mission? How much does it cost?" Hoffa stepped back and asked calmly.

Raymond still looked at his hookah pipe in surprise.

"Uh... The mission is not difficult. The reward is 50 Galleons. I have a Beauxbatons student here. He wants to go home recently. His home is in Andorra, on the border of Western France, but

Due to some special reasons, his family cannot come to pick him up, so I need help from here to send him to Barcelona Station in Spain."

Barcelona, ​​such a familiar name, Hoffa thought.

"Won't he leave on his own?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"Oh, speaking of this." Raymond took a puff of cigarette and looked serious. "The child is a disabled person. He needs to use a wheelchair when going out. He needs a patient and smart guy to take care of him."

Children, disabled people, Barcelona, ​​Spain, 50 gold galleons.

Hoffa thought for a moment and realized that this was an acceptable order.

Spain and Morocco are separated by the Strait of Gibraltar. Just cross this strait and find a train...

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

Hoffa turned his head in surprise: "Ah? What?"

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

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

"My money still needs to buy a return ticket, which is not enough for you to buy the magic crystal." She said.

"That's okay," Hoffa said.

"No." Osilvia still rejected Hoffa's proposal. She looked at Raymond. "Thank you for your kindness. I think this task should be forgotten."

After saying that, she picked up a key on the table, took Hoffa's wrist, and strode along the spiral staircase to the heights.

Hoffa tried to break free twice in succession, but to no avail. The opponent's slender white fingers were like iron hoops, unbreakable.

At this time, Hoffa really felt the rigidity of his accompanying teammate. Is she really a robot?

...

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

As soon as he entered the suite lobby, Hoffa tried his best to break free from Osilvia's hand.

"Hey, senior, what do you mean?"

"You have to stay here with me."

Osivia said stubbornly.

"I need that money," Hoffa said kindly, "not only to repair the watch, but if I don't have the money, I won't be able to buy textbooks next year."

"Are you poor?"

"Orphan." Hoffa began to be miserable.

But Osivia just lowered her eyelids, "You can write to the school to apply for subsidies."

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

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

Hoffa was a little unhappy, and his face turned cold, "It's summer vacation now, senior. This is not Hogwarts."

"I don't know how you managed to hide it from the Ministry of Magic, but according to regulations, underage children are not allowed to cast spells outside of school during the summer vacation. You have violated this rule many times."

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Hoffa spread his hands in shock: "This is not England."

"The French Ministry of Magic also has this regulation."

Hoffa stared at the other party's green eyes, and she looked at Hoffa calmly.

There is no doubt that this guy is serious. She is not the kind of angry reporter like Aglaia. This person really respects the rules.
To be continued...