Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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

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

The vague yelling continued for about thirty seconds.

From a distance came the sound of two Arabs jumping into the sea with a plop.

Everything returned to silence.

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 indifference and calmness.

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

She pointed with one hand, and the pentagram quickly hovered and disappeared into the air.

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

"Miss Romanov."

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

"Port of Tangier." The man said politely.

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On the other side, in the alleys of the slums of Casablanca, the red Alfa Romeo pierced through the alleys. As long as they leave this area, they are considered to have left the city of Casablanca.

After a tossing down. Hoffa was already familiar with this vintage car. He drove more and more easily, but the alley leading to the mountain road in front of him became narrower.

Boom!

Pop!

After hitting two trash cans on the side of the road, Alfa Romeo drilled out of the alley with a few rotten banana peels, knocking off the rearview mirrors on both sides.

Silby didn't feel sorry for his car at all. He turned his head to look, and the excitement of his chest was up and down: "Too...too...too enjoyable. I haven't been like this for many years. Excited."

Hoffa didn't say anything, while slowing down, he quickly restored his magic power with meditation.

The **** bloom just now caused his physical strength to drop drastically, and he must adjust now.

Excited for a moment, Silby said melancholy: "It's a pity, we dumped her."

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

unfortunately? This man's brain is not bad.

"That's a pretty girl." Silby said sadly, "and she is a pretty girl with her own persistence. I really hope she doesn't just give us up like that."

Don't give up on us?

Hoffa glanced at each other sympathetically and thought, you haven't met a guy named Aglea, otherwise you will know how painful it is to be stared at.

The car dashed down the slope, down the mountain roads of Casablanca.

Hoffa glanced back from time to time, no one was chasing.

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

"what?"

"I gave you too little money."

"Oh!?"

Hoffa's limp body suddenly felt refreshed.

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

Hoffa: "What?"

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

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

"500 gold gallons, every month. With year-end bonus, every Wednesday day holiday, Christmas half month holiday."

Hoffa took a breath, pie in the sky?

But he changed his mind and felt something was wrong: "Then...what about my studies?"

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

He was still talking about it, but Hoffa's already hot heartbeat gradually calmed down, and it really wasn't a good thing.

"Forget it, I'll talk about it when I get you to your destination."

He said perfunctorily.

Silby didn't seem to hear the indifference in Huo's French language, and he was still talking about his position with great interest.

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

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

"But your car only has two places." Hoffa attacked calmly.

"What are you afraid of?" Silby said, "I have a boat, in the port of Tangier, think about it, the long-legged beauty in a swimsuit, holding suntan lotion, please come and apply... to the right , Go further to the left...yes, Hoffa, you drove very well."

"Paint sunscreen, what do you use to apply to others, do you use your tongue?"

I don't know why, the employer's big dog tone made Hoffa feel a little displeased, and he couldn't help but want to sarcasm.

As soon as he said it, Hoffa suddenly regretted it, whether it would irritate him.

Sure enough, Silby turned his head innocently.

"pardon?"

Hoffa glanced at him cautiously, pursing his lips.

"You are a genius, genius!"

Silby said excitedly.

"Using my tongue with sunscreen, why I have never thought of it before! I must try it."

"I…..."

Hoffa was caught off guard by a rock, and the body jumped.

Silby also jumped with the body, bit his tongue, and exhaled in pain, "Can't you fasten my seat belt before driving, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa's head is big, and now he realizes that his 50-gallon mission is not as easy as he thought. This person is not only physically disabled, but his brain is also very different from ordinary people.

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

However, at this moment, there was a light on the intersection ahead. The dazzling light made Hoffa narrow his eyes. He covered his forehead with his hand,

After a while, a black old Mercedes Benz galloped past.

The moment he passed by, Hoffa saw a very strangely dressed man 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 golden crown on his forehead.

Hoffa stood on the dark street, covered his brow and glanced at him. Of course, this glance lasted less than a second.

Before he could see what the other party looked like, the man's classic car dashed across the mountain roads of Casablanca with skillful drift and soot, and went all the way to a high place.

Hoffa mumbled: "It's a really interesting look."

After speaking, he bent down and fastened his seat belt.

After he fastened his seat belt, he found that Silby was unexpectedly much quieter. For a while, he didn't even say anything. Only occasionally twisted his neck and used his chin to guide Hoffa's driving direction.

An hour later, in the fishy sea breeze, the two arrived at the brightly lit Port of Tangier.

Silby's documents were sufficient, and the two British guards on guard waved to let them go after only a little check.

The Strait of Gibraltar, along with the two continents, is as bright as day even at night. The car drove into the brightly lit parking area of ​​the dock.

Silby just said, "Well, let's just leave the car here and take me to pick up the boat."

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

"Is there?" Silby pretended to be surprised.

Hoffa pouted his lips, took out the opponent's wheelchair from the trunk, and then took Silby out of the co-pilot and placed it in the wheelchair.

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

"What about the boat? Which one is your boat?"

Hoffa asked, thinking sadly, I'm afraid no one will ask himself that in this life.

Silby stuck out his tongue accurately, and Hoffa glanced over it.

It is not a luxurious and exaggerated yacht as imagined, but an ordinary white small motorboat, sandwiched in a pile of cargo ships, inconspicuous.

Hoffa had never sailed, but in order to make money, he had to bite the bullet.

After setting Silby firmly on the boat, Hoffa began to play around with how to start the motorboat.

Silby has returned to normal, he said with emotion: "Crossing the Strait of Gibraltar at night is really exciting."

The answer to him was a bang.

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

After a few minutes, the long and narrow motorboat started driving on the dark sea.

The sea is not stable, and the night wind blows countless peaks. As the yacht went up and down, some floating water splashed on Hoffa's face. On the sea surface, occasionally some phosphorescent sardines can be seen jumping out of the water.

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

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

He doesn't have to worry about getting lost, because the lighthouse on the opposite pier flashes like a star at night.

In the sea breeze, Hoffa couldn't help but ask Silby: "By the way, why are you in Morocco? It looks like you have been here for a long time."

Silby: "Ah, yeah, it's been three years, maybe four years."

There was a moment of silence.

Hoffa: "How do you go to school like this."

"I haven't gone to school in Busbarton."

Silby said loudly in the wind: "The teachers there have nothing to teach me, and I can't receive formal magic education. Specifically, I should be an honorary alumnus of Boothbarton, not a student."

"As for I stay in Morocco." Silby glanced at Hoffa's watch.

"That's because my real teacher is François Le Brun, the former principal of Busbarton, who took care of me when I first entered school."

Hoffa raised his eyebrows, there were quite a few doorways.

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

The principals of Busbarton can invite them to be private teachers, but there is nothing else they can't do.