Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Raymond's words made Hoffa's eyes widened.

"Ha," Raymond smiled. "Don't worry about that look, I will fix this watch too, just a piece of magic crystal. But for the time being, I don't have time to help you get it."

As Lemmon said, he drew out the quill pen and wrote on the paper.

"In this way, you go to the wizard auction market in Casablanca to get some magic crystals back. After getting them, I will help you assemble them, how about?"

After speaking, he handed the note to Hoffa.

Hoffa took a look at the note, his face was a little hot. The specific purchase address and contact person are written on the note.

"Do you want money?"

"Of course you need money." Lei Meng's eyes widened. "The auction house doesn't do charity. Now there are very few people producing magic crystals. Why don't everyone use that stuff anymore."

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

"No money?"

Raymond laughed blankly: "It's not expensive, only 20 gallons for a magic crystal is enough, and a low-level crystal can last more than a year."

20 gallons, it's really not expensive. But Hoffa thought that he would be less than 1 gallon all over his body, and 20 gallons where he could go.

"I don't have twenty gallons." Hophala said honestly.

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

The air was a little embarrassed for a while, and Raymond, who was sitting behind the counter, noticed that something was wrong. Osivia's mouth twitched infrequently.

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

Hoffa grabbed the watch and put it on his wrist.

"I said that I have no money. I thought your watches are under warranty."

"Whoever sells things will be guaranteed for 100 years!"

Raymond exclaimed: "Moreover, this watch was given to Dipeter by my father, and it was not sold to him..."

"Okay, stop talking."

Hoffa sighed, thinking it was a miscalculation. But Dipeter can't be blamed for this, after all, he didn't force himself to come over either. It can only be said that poverty is the original sin, and the plan to find a job has to be advanced. Otherwise, a hard trip to Morocco would be a trip for nothing.

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

Raymond took back the shock on his face, snapped his fingers and said quickly: "What are you good at?"

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

"Deformation?"

Raymond groaned for a while, he took out a long list from under the cabinet, dipped his mouth, and quickly turned it over.

Finally, he shook his head.

"Tsk, you can't make any money from deforming. You are not good at potions or herbal medicines. I have a few potions refining jobs here. Both oil and water are good."

Hoffa shook his head.

Refining potions, this kind of living Aglaia would definitely like it very much, but he really didn't have a high level of potions.

"No way...?"

Raymond frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he stepped on the cabinet and sat on the chair to draw a long distance.

"Nancy! Nancy?"

He yelled in French.

"What are you doing?"

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

"Is that kid from the Spencer's family sent to him?"

"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 polymorphism have good resilience, are you like this?"

Before Hoffa spoke, Osivia frowned. "What a joke, he just graduated from first grade."

"Well, it seems so." Raymond showed a regretful look.

"Wait."

Hoffa quickly drew out his wand and tapped the dry smoke straw in front of Raymond.

In an instant, the metal straw deformed a Damascus knife.

Then, the Damascus knife turned back into a straw, and the inside was still emitting white smoke silently.

The wizards next to him took a breath, and the Bobo girl who was in charge of recording the information of the tenants covered her mouth. Osivia looked at Hoffa with a serious look.

"What task and how much money?" Hoffa stepped back and asked calmly.

Raymond still looked at his hookah in surprise.

"Uh... the task, the task is not difficult, the remuneration is 50 gallons, I have a student from Busbarton here. Recently he wants to go home and see, his family is in Andorra, the border between Spain and France, but Due to some special reasons, his family couldn't come to pick him up, so I need someone to help him take him to Barcelona Station in Spain."

Barcelona, ​​a familiar name, Hoffa thought.

"Won't he go?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"Oh, talking about this." Raymond took a breath and looked straight. "The child is a handicapped person. He needs to be in a wheelchair when he goes out. He needs a patient and clever guy to take care of him."

Child, handicapped, Barcelona, ​​Spain, 50 gold gallons.

Hoffa thought for a moment, but the list was acceptable.

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

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

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

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

"What about my watch?" Hoffa shook his wrist. "Do you pay to repair it?"

"My money still has to buy back tickets, not enough for you to buy magic crystals." She said.

"That's all right," Hoffa said.

"No." Osivia still rejected Hoffa's proposal, and she looked at Raymond. "Thank you for your kindness, I think this task is over."

After speaking, she picked up a key on the table, pulled Hoffa's wrist, strode down the spiral staircase to the stairs.

After breaking free twice in a row, it was completely useless. The other side's slender and white fingers were like iron hoop, unbreakable.

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

......

The place where two people live is a suite on the third floor, with two rooms with fireplace, living room, sofa and wine rack. There are purple carpets on the ground, which looks quite luxurious.

As soon as he entered the suite hall, Hoffa struggled to get away from Osivia's palm.

"Hey, senior sister, what do you mean?"

"You have to stay here, with me."

Osivia said stubbornly.

"I need that amount of money," Hoffa persuaded, "not only to fix the watch, if I don't have money, I won't be able to buy textbooks by the time of next year."

"Are you poor?"

"Orphan." Hoffa began to sell badly.

But Osivia just lowered his 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 earn money for new books and new robes."

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

Hoffa became a little unhappy, and his face turned cold. "It's summer vacation, senior sister. It's not Hogwarts either."

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

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Hoffa was stunned: "This is not Britain."

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

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

There is no doubt that this guy is here for real. She wasn't Aglaia's kind of arrogant report, this person really respected the rules.

"Ok."

"Ok." Hoffa raised his hand: "Then what do you think I should spend these days."

"First of all, you can't get out of the hotel because it's messy outside. Once you get out, no one knows what will happen."

Osivia raised a finger of course. "Every morning, I will wake you up for dinner. At noon, I may go to work, and at night, I will come back. During this time, you need to be safe."

"Oh~"

Hoffa nodded as if suddenly realized.

"Then what am I doing in the hotel? Do you paddle around the clock."

Hoffa pointed to the large swimming pool downstairs, where many men and women lay and sunbathe by the pool.

Osivia glanced down Hoffa's finger.

"No way."

"No way?"

"The swimming pool is 1.8 meters deep. It is an adult swimming pool. It would be unsafe for you to go there." Osivia said calmly. "At least you can't go when I'm not free."

"what."

Hoffa gave a short laugh. The soles of his feet quickly touched the ground, and his five fingers clenched helplessly on the sofa. Principal Dippet really found a good teammate for himself.

"So these days, I stay in the room, eat and sleep, and eat, and when you finish your task, you can take me back to London."

There was a moment of silence, Osivia: "That's right."

"When I return to London, I can do whatever I want, right?"

"Yes."

Hoffa gave a thumbs up, "You won, as you wish."

Osivia was taken aback for a moment. He probably didn't expect Hoffa to agree so readily, but rarely, a smile appeared on her machine-like stiff face.

She got up and patted Hoffa on the shoulder: "I am doing it for your own good too. Go and rest. I will take you to dinner later."

After speaking, she carried her bag into her room and closed the door.

Seeing her disappearing behind the door, Hoffa sat on the sofa blankly and let out a sigh of relief.

There is no doubt that Osivia is a conscientious woman, she is completely loyal to her job and her mission.

At this point, Hoffa could not say anything, let alone blame her.

But this Snake Academy's strength and desire to control are also far beyond common sense, and it is mixed with some Slytherin's unscrupulous qualities, which makes him a headache.

She hoped that Hoffa stayed in the hotel, then slept for more than half a month, and returned to London once the time was up.

That's stupid.

Hoffa didn't want to live like that.

According to her, what about after I return to London? What to eat Where do I live without money?

Continue to live in a place like the red light district?

Moreover, with the amount of money he has now, it is estimated that he can't even afford to live in the red light district, so he can only sleep in the park like a tramp wrapped in a newspaper. If he can't find a job quickly, I'm afraid he won't even have to eat.

That kind of life is terrible to think about.