key?

Hoffa didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup Sylby had poured into Osilvia to actually let this old-fashioned Slytherin go with them.

He pushed Sylby and asked: "What key?"

Silby: "Guess."

"The key to the Gringotts vault?"

"no."

"The key to the magic stone safe?"

Silby smiled: "You also know about the Philosopher's Stone, you know a lot. However, only an old waste like Nico Flamel who is greedy for life and fear of death would want that kind of garbage. I won't even give it to me."

Silby said proudly and disdainfully.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Osivia gave Silby a warning look, and then said to Hoffa. "Do your job well, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Hoffa curled his lips. He didn't want to care about what Osivia was looking for, but the temporary team itself made him worried.

Osivia is a taciturn person. She thinks to herself most of the time. Only when she encounters professional knowledge questions will she explain them carefully and carefully.

But Silby?

Apart from the fact that he can only move his head, he is just a bastard, a shameless bastard who speaks freely. He doesn't ask any professional questions, and he doesn't care about Osilvia's silence, as if he has a disease that will lead to death if he doesn't speak.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he kept talking. And Osilvia couldn't interrupt him the same way she interrupted Hoffa.

Because he is disabled, there is no such thing as tying his shoes or adjusting his collar. He only has a circle of blankets on his body.

When the three of them arrived at the Spanish Pier parking space, Silby introduced his new car to Hoffa in a rhetorical manner.

"Daimler DB18, have you seen it? I heard that Churchill and I used the same kind of car."

Under the orange lights of the pier, there is a black old-fashioned car. It looks pretty good, but to Hoffa, no matter how good-looking a car is, it is just a classic car.

Too lazy to pay attention to Silby's showoff, Hoffa turned to look at Osivia: "Can you drive?"

Osilvia: "No, why should I know how to use a Muggle vehicle?"

Silby: "I heard that the current Hogwarts school bus was invented by Muggles. Is it really okay to look down on Muggle vehicles so much?"

Osivia turned her head sullenly: "What did I say that I looked down upon?"

Seeing that Silby wanted to speak again, Hoffa quickly raised his hand calmly: "Okay, okay, I'll drive. Senior sister, you sit in the back."

Hoffa took out the keys from Sylby's bag and opened the door. Then he put Sylby in the back, but as soon as he folded the wheelchair and put it into the trunk, Osilvia sat on the passenger seat with a bang.

in the driving position.

Hoffa…

Silby's inappropriate taunting came from behind: "Beauty, you have to wear a seat belt when sitting in the front. Do you know how to wear a seat belt?"

Hoffa felt bad. Sure enough, the witch turned around like lightning in the front seat. The moment she turned around, her head had turned into a shape similar to that of Medusa. Her ferocious teeth were exposed, and every snake on her head was open.

He said, "If you say one more word to me, I will kill you!"

Silby smiled: "Kill me, what will happen to the key?"

puff!

There was a muffled sound.

Hoffa saw that every finger of this senior Ossivia was sunk into the expensive leather armchair, and 10 holes were punched out of the seat.

He covered his head with a headache, then leaned over and helped Osivia fasten her seat belt, although he was sure that even if the car fell under the cliff, Osivia would not fall to death.

Start the car and leave the dock area.

On the dark concrete road, the classic car drove slowly forward.

In 1999, there were no asphalt roads or street lights at all, only dark gravel and cement roads. Especially after entering the suburbs, the ground was rolled into a mess, so Hoffa drove slower.

Behind the vehicle, Silby kept asking Osivia's place of origin, birthplace, age, and name very curiously.

Especially the name, he was very interested in the witch's last name. So he could spell all the Soviet surnames he could think of after the witch's name.

Osilvia Petrova

Osilvia Sidomova

Osilvia Andropova

Osilvia Ulyanoveva

Osilvia Pishkova

Osilvia Khrushcheva

.......

While he was saying random names, he could also pull out his stall to give Hoffa directions.

But no matter what he said, Osivia just stared straight ahead expressionlessly, while Hoffa pursed his lips and looked at the rearview mirror worriedly.

He had no idea that Sylby was so capable of seeking death.

Hoffa can understand Osivia's feelings very well, because Aglaia was almost as annoying to him last year.

But the Snake House Witch endured it forcefully.

After driving nervously for three hours, the road surface began to smooth out, street lights began to appear, and the sky in the distance began to show signs of lightening. Along the undulating mountain road, Hoffa looked at the signs in front of him. They were almost there.

Spain's southern mountain range, Sierra Nevada.

At the foot of the mountain, Hoffa saw a vague mountain town.

At this time, Silby probably said he was tired and said hoarsely: "I want to drink water."

Osilvia didn't move, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Silby said louder: "I'm thirsty!"

Hoffa frowned, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and took out Silby's oversized drink cup from the glove box with the other hand. He handed it back.

"You expect me to reach for it, brother?" said Silby.

Hoffa, who was driving, said to Osivia: "Please help feed her, we are about to arrive at the rest stop."

Osivia turned her head mechanically, her green eyes terrifyingly sinister.

Hoffa: "Just care for the disabled."

The Witch of the Snake House did not move. Around her neck, the necklace turned into a green snake and circled down. It wrapped its tail around the cup and slowly handed it to Sylby's mouth.

Silby took a big sip of it happily and said with emotion: "Wizards are just convenient. I really wish I was a wizard too."

No one paid attention to him.

But after a while.

Silby added: "I need to pee."

Osivia's face was ashen as she squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Endure... hold on."

Hoffa also consoled him: "Be patient, we will be in the town soon.

Silby shut up.

After a while, Osivia suddenly said: "Do you smell anything?"

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, Osilvia held her breath.

Two seconds later.

"Oh, I probably peed my pants." Silby said calmly.

After a few more seconds of silence.

boom!!

Violent magic fluctuations came from around me.

The whole car almost flipped over, and the door of Churchill's car was blown away dozens of meters by a powerful spell. Without saying a word, Osivia disapparated and moved 100 meters away. She bent over and started to feel nauseated.

Hoffa was stunned, braked suddenly, threw out a plume of smoke, stopped on the side of the road, and knocked down a wooden street sign with a bang.

He roared: "You are sick, why do you have to wet your pants!"

Silby said innocently: "I am disabled."

"This is the reason. Are you disgusted?"

Silby said: "I couldn't control myself. My nerves were all broken from the neck down."

"Then why do you feel...?"

"So I reminded you just after I drank the water!"
To be continued...