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

Osivia on the roof looked down at the dirty dust on her nightgown, rubbed her temples, and showed a headache.

The vague yelling lasted for about thirty seconds.

In the distance there was the sound of two Arabs jumping into the sea with a splash.

Everything returned to silence.

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

The girl took a deep breath and opened her eyes, slowly regaining her coolness and calmness.

After thinking for a moment, she took out her wand and drew a green five-pointed star in the air.

She pointed with one hand, and the five-pointed star quickly circled and disappeared into the sky.

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

"Miss Romanoff."

Osivia said coldly: "Where is the nearest seaport to Spain?"

"Port of Tangier." The man said respectfully.

...

...

On the other side, in the alleys of the slums of Casablanca, red Alfa Romeos were weaving through the alleys. Once they left this area, they were considered to have left the city of Casablanca.

After a lot of trouble, Hoffa was already familiar with this old car. He was getting more and more comfortable driving it, but the alley leading to the mountain road in front of him was getting narrower and narrower.

Boom!

Snap!

After knocking over two trash cans lying on the roadside, the Alfa Romeo emerged from the alley carrying a few rotten banana peels, with all the rearview mirrors on both sides knocked off.

Silby didn't feel sorry for his car at all. He looked sideways, his chest rising and falling with excitement: "It's so...so...so enjoyable. I haven't been like this for many years."

I’m so excited.”

Hoffa said nothing, while slowing down the car, he quickly used meditation to restore his magic power.

The bloody bloom just now caused his physical strength to drop significantly, and he had to adjust now.

After being excited for a moment, Silby said melancholy: "What a pity, we got rid of her."

Hoffa was driving down the mountain and was shocked when he heard this.

What a pity? This man must have a bad mind.

"That is a beautiful girl." Silby said sadly, "And she is a beautiful girl who has her own persistence. I really hope she won't give up on us just like that."

Don't give up on us?

Hoffa glanced at the other party sympathetically and thought, you have never met a guy named Aglaia, otherwise you will definitely know how painful it is to be stared at and scolded.

The car beeped down the slope and along the mountain road of Casablanca.

Hoffa glanced back from time to time, but no one was pursuing him.

"However, Hoffa, I think I made a wrong decision." Silby said again.

"What?"

"The money I gave you is too little."

"oh!?"

Hoffa's limp body suddenly became energetic.

Silby: "How about being my secretary full-time after this trip is over?"

Hoffa: "What?"

Silby said seriously: "I think we are a perfect combination, like Fogg and Passepartout, or Holmes and Watson, so I decided to hire you for 500 galleons a month."

Hoffa's hand shook: "You...what did you say? How much?"

"500 gold galleons, every month. With year-end bonus, three days off per week and half a month off at Christmas."

Hoffa gasped, pie in the sky?

But then he thought about it and felt something was wrong: "Then... what should I do with my studies?"

"Study?" Silby sneered, "Please, how much money can you get after graduating from Hogwarts and go to work at the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts? Listen to me, brother, there is no future in studying...

....”

He was still boasting, but Hoffa's heartbeat, which was still a little hot, gradually calmed down. Sure enough, nothing good happened. He could not give up his studies at Hogwarts.

"Forget it, let's wait until we get you to your destination."

He said perfunctorily.

Silby didn't seem to hear the coldness in Hoffa's tone, and he continued to talk enthusiastically in his position.

"Okay, you have to think about it seriously these days. Go to the right, yes."

While giving Hoffa directions, he said: "But I still feel that if there are only two of us boys along the way, this trip will definitely be very boring. If we can add a beautiful girl, tsk tsk...

Left, that must be interesting.

"But your car only has two positions," Hoffa said flatly.

"What are you afraid of?" Silby said, "I have a ship. I am in Tangier Port. Think about it. A long-legged beauty in a swimsuit is holding sunscreen and asking you to apply it... Turn to the right.

, and further to the left...Yes, Hoffa, you drive very well."

"When applying sunscreen, what do you use to apply it on others? Do you apply it on your tongue?"

For some reason, Hoffa felt a little displeased with the bossy tone of his employer, and he couldn't help but want to ridicule him.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Hoffa suddenly regretted whether he had offended him.

Sure enough, Silby turned her head stupidly.

"Can you say that again?"

Hoffa looked at him cautiously and pursed his lips.

"You are really a genius, a genius!"

Silby said excitedly.

"Using your tongue to apply sunscreen, why have I never thought of it before! I must try it."

"I…..."

Hoffa was caught off guard and hit a rock, causing the car to jump.

Silby also jumped along with the car, bit his tongue, and cried out in pain: "Can't you fasten my seat belt before driving, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa's head was getting big, and he realized now that his 50 Galleons task was not as easy as he thought. Not only was this man physically disabled, but his brain was also very different from ordinary people.

He held his temples to calm down, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and walked to the other side, trying to fasten Sylby's seat belt.

However, at this moment, a light came on at the intersection ahead. The dazzling light made Hoffa couldn't help but squint his eyes. He covered his forehead with his hands.

After a while, a black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz sped past.

The moment they passed each other, Hoffa saw a man dressed very strangely sitting in the driver's seat.

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 on the dark street, covering his brows and looking at him. Of course, this look only lasted less than a second.

Before he could even see what the other person looked like, the man's classic car was drifting skillfully and smoky as it passed through the mountain roads of Casablanca and headed for higher ground.

Hoffa muttered: "What an interesting look."

After saying that, he bent down and fastened his seat belt.

After fastening his seat belt, he found that Silby was surprisingly quiet. For a while, he didn't say anything more. He only occasionally twisted his neck and used his chin to guide Hoffa in the direction of driving.

An hour later, amid the fishy-smelling sea breeze, the two arrived at the brightly lit Tangier Port.

Silby's credentials were sufficient, and the two British men on guard only checked briefly and immediately waved him through.

The Strait of Gibraltar connects two continents, and it is as bright as day even at night. The car drives into the brightly lit dock parking area.

Silby then said: "Well, let's leave the car here and take me to get the boat."

"Why were you so quiet just now?" Hoffa asked as he parked the car.

"Is there any?" Silby pretended to be surprised.

Hoffa pouted, took out the opponent's wheelchair from the trunk, then took Silby out of the passenger seat and placed him in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair turned automatically, and Hoffa picked up his suitcase. The two of them walked to the shore of the pier.

"Where's the boat? Which one is your boat?"
To be continued...