In the waves of the Strait of Gibraltar, the distant lighthouse was getting closer and closer. The rotating light swept across the motorboat in the waves. The two teenagers in the motorboat had wet hair.

It was Hoffa and Silby who left the dock in Morocco. The speed of the motorboat was very fast. In less than half an hour, Hoffa returned to Europe from Africa in one day.

"Do you have a plan and how to proceed?"

Hoffa asked as we neared the shore.

"Any way you want to go. As long as you can get to Barcelona, ​​you can go any way." Silby said lazily.

Hoffa frowned: "I'm asking you if you remember the way and if you have ever been to Spain."

Silby smiled and said, "Believe me, I have the map of the whole world in my head, and I won't get lost."

However, Hoffa had not yet started his journey to Barcelona.

A figure on the dock slowly stood up from the waiting seat.

The motorboat beeped to slow down, and then Hoffa saw a slender figure standing under the lighthouse on the dock at night with his arms folded.

The sea water lapped at her feet, soaking her green nightgown.

Osilvia, wearing a hairnet, folded her arms. She had been waiting at the end of Hoffa's journey for a long time. Her expression was like the head teacher who caught two students sneaking into the Internet cafe during their self-study classes.

There was uncontrollable anger in his green eyes.

About five meters away from the pier.

The steamboat stopped.

Both people on the boat became quiet and looked straight ahead.

I saw that woman's face alternately between the light of the lighthouse and the night, sometimes as cold as white jade, sometimes as gloomy as obsidian.

How did she get here?

Disapparate or take a boat.

Hoffa didn't know, he swallowed, then without hesitation, he turned the key and tried to start the motorboat again and leave here.

The motorboat's butt made a beeping sound.

However, Osilvia was already prepared and raised her hand.

A huge green snake emerged from the sea, its green scales shone, and it instantly overturned the motorboat as it rolled.

Hoffa fell into the sea and became furious. This senior was simply bullying others.

Seeing the green snake wrapping around him again, Hoffa lifted the wet Silby out of the sea with one hand, and the wand in his right hand quickly deformed into a huge lion's head glove.

He punched the green snake on the head, causing it to turn its head away with a thud. Then he stepped on the snake's body and jumped onto the pier.

"What on earth do you want to do!?"

Hoffa was furious and dragged Sylby from the sea to the dock, and then strode up to Osilvia.

He asked angrily: "You have your job, and I have mine. Why can you work but I can't work?"

"My job is to protect you!"

Osilvia took an equally angry step forward, looked down at Hoffa, and pointed her finger at his chest.

"Principal Dippet made this very clear!"

"Protect?"

Hoffa spread his hands and sneered: "You call this protection. Give me a room and a bed and let me stay in the room for half a month. This is imprisonment!"

"It's a dangerous world out there, Bach! What do you want me to say so that you understand?"

“Then what am I doing in Morocco?”

Hoffa was annoyed by the soft-hearted woman in front of him. He spread his arms and said, "Are you sleeping? After you sleep, I will go back to England. I will eat and drink whatever I want, and you will support me?"

The witch in front of her pursed her lips tightly.

Hoffa added: "Dippet definitely didn't tell you that he was going to put me in the room for half a month, right?"

The witch's eyes widened.

Hoffa sighed: "I'm sorry, I am a living person, I also want to survive, and I am not a tool for you to complete your mission."

The witch's chest began to rise and fall more intensely, as if she was pressing down something with force. Then, she opened her eyes and said coldly: "I'm sorry."

She reached out and grabbed Hoffa's wrist, intending to take Hoffa to apparate away from here.

But at this moment.

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

Sylby, who was leaning against the rope pole of the pier, suddenly let out a violent gasp. While gasping, his head was twitching.

Hoffa's expression changed, and he hurriedly knelt down and patted the other party's back in a hurry.

"Hey...hey, what's wrong with you?"

Osivia also frowned and looked at Sylby, and didn't move for a while.

"I...ho..."

"I......"

"I have...ho,...ho"

"Acute asthma...ho..."

"And...slow...chronic lung, emphysema."

As he spoke, he shook his head twitchingly and drooled.

Hoffa was shocked: "Well, have you brought any medicine with you?"

Sylby struggled to shake her head: "No, no... no, oh, I walked too fast, too fast."

Hoffa panicked for a moment. He stood up and took two steps left and right.

"What should I do? Send you to the hospital?"

"No... no, cough."

Silby glanced at Osilvia.

"Ahem...I, I can't be frightened, that...that snake."

Hoffa turned his head. In the sea, the big green snake put its head on the dock and looked at its master with some confusion.

As soon as Osivia stretched out her hand, the big snake quickly shrank, from a large python to a small snake, and returned to the witch's neck, becoming a necklace.

But the giant snake disappeared, and Silby had no intention of recovering. He continued to collapse on the ground, panting fiercely.

Hoffa didn't know if something was really wrong with his employer or what, so he quickly stepped forward to ask Osilvia.

"Is there anything you can do? We have to take him to the hospital."

"This has nothing to do with me. My job does not include protecting him." Osivia said indifferently.

"Are you a robot!?"

Hoffa screamed.

Osilvia: "What is a robot?"

Asthmatic Sylby laughed out loud, and then he immediately rolled his eyes and became asthmatic even more exaggeratedly.

He was having asthma and foaming at the mouth at the same time, and his voice was very alarming.

"Tell... tell... tell my mother that I..., that I love..."

But Osilvia had seen through his trick. She strode forward and kicked Silby.

"Your body temperature and heart rate haven't changed at all from the beginning to the end." Osivia looked at him with disgust. "You're still here pretending to be sick!"

Sylby stopped his asthma and felt a little embarrassed. Then he started to get angry again. He looked at Osivia angrily: "You kicked me?"

Osivia's eyes were cold.

Silby: "Kick me!! Look at me, look at me! I can only move my head. As a wizard, do you have the nerve to bully a disabled person like this?"

Silby suddenly burst into tears and said: "If you don't let me go, you still want to take away my caregiver? Are you going to leave me alone on the dock to die?"

Osilvia: "I..."

Without giving her a chance to speak, Silby burst into tears and accused: "Where is your compassion? Do you have any humanistic... humanistic... humanistic concern? Do you have any?"

With the most basic moral values, do you know how difficult it is to allow disabled people to return to society?"

Silby was slobbering, but such a severe accusation did not shake Osilvia at all. She said: "You are not qualified to dictate my work."

"Come on," Silby said, stopping her tears, "What is your job, to take care of this Hoffa boy? With all due respect, he can drive, sail a boat, and is good at applying sunscreen. He doesn't need it at all.
To be continued...