Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

key?

Hoffa didn't know what ecstasy Silby had poured Osivia into, so that he could get the old-fashioned Slytherin on the road with them.

He pushed Silby and asked, "What key?"

Silby: "Guess."

"The key to the Gringotts vault?"

"No."

"The key to the Philosopher's Stone safe?"

Silby smiled: "You also know the Sorcerer's Stone, and you know a lot. However, that kind of trash can only be used by Nick Lemay's old trash that is greedy for life and fear of death.

Silby proudly dismissed it.

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

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

Osivia is a taciturn person. Most of the time, he is thinking about it. Only when he encounters professional knowledge problems, he will explain it carefully and carefully.

But Silby?

Except for the fact that only the head can move, he is a bastard, a shameless **** with no words. He doesn't ask any professional questions, let alone Osivia's silence, as if he would die if he didn't speak.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he kept talking. And Osivia couldn't interrupt him by interrupting Hoffa.

Because he is a disabled person, there is no such thing as tying shoelaces or tidying up his collar. There is only a circle of blankets on his body.

When the three came to the parking space at the Spanish Wharf, Silby introduced his new car to Hoffa arrogantly.

"Daimler D18, have you seen it before? I heard that Churchill and I use a car."

Under the orange lights of the dock, there is a black old-fashioned car. It looks pretty good, but for Hoffa, the most beautiful car is just a classic car.

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

Osivia: "No, why should I use Muggle vehicles."

Silby: "I heard that your Hogwarts school bus was invented by Muggles. Is it really good to look down on Muggle vehicles?"

Osivia turned her head sullenly: "Which sentence do I look down on?"

Seeing Silby wanted to talk again, Hoffa quickly calmed down and raised his hand: "It's all right, I'll drive, Sister, sit back."

Hoffa took the key from Silby's satchel and opened the car door. Then Silby was put in the back, but as soon as he folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk, Osivia slammed into the seat of the co-pilot.

Hoffa...

Silby's untimely ridicule sounded from behind: "Beauty, you have to wear a seat belt in front of you. Will you wear a seat belt?"

Hoffa had a bad heart. Sure enough, the witch turned her head in the front seat like lightning. The moment she turned her head, her head had become a shape similar to Medusa. She showed her hideous teeth, and every snake on her head was open. He closed his mouth: "Say one more word to me, and I will kill you!"

Silby smiled: "Kill me, what about the key?"

puff!

There was a muffled sound.

Hoffa saw that every finger of the Osivia-senpai was stuck in an expensive leather chair, and the seat was buckled out of 10 holes forcibly.

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

Start the car and leave the dock area.

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

In 1939, there were no asphalt roads and no street lights. There were only black-lacquered gravel and concrete roads. Especially after entering the suburbs, the ground was messed up and the Hoffa cars drove slowly.

Behind the vehicle, Silby had been very curious to ask Osivia's hometown, birthplace, age, and name.

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

Osivia Petrov

Osivia Sidomov

Osivia Andropov

Osivia Ulyanov

Osivia Bishkov

Osivia Khrushchev

.......

He said the name in a mess, while still pulling out the stall to give Hoffa direction.

But no matter what he said, Osivia just stared straight ahead blankly, Hoffa's lips pressed tightly, and he looked worriedly in the rearview mirror.

He hadn't expected Silby to be so capable.

Hoffa can understand Osivia's feelings, because last year Aglaia almost bothered him so much.

But the witch of the Snake House abruptly endured it.

After driving fearfully for three hours, the road surface began to become flat, street lights began to appear, and the sky began to light up in the distance. Along the undulating mountain road, Hoffa looked at the signs in front of them, and they were almost there. Sierra Nevada in southern Spain.

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."

Osivia didn't move, as if unheard of.

Silby increased the volume: "I'm thirsty!"

Hoffa frowned, holding the steering wheel in one hand, and taking out Sylby's oversized drink cup in the glove box with the other. Pass it back.

"Do you expect me to reach for it, man?" Silby said.

Hoffa, who was driving, said to Osivia, "Help me, I'm going to the rest stop soon."

Osivia turned her head mechanically, and her green eyes were horrible.

Hoffa: "Just take care of the disabled."

The witch of the Snake Yard did not move. On her neck, the necklace turned into a green snake and hovered. It wrapped its tail around the cup and slowly passed it to Sylby's mouth.

Silby took a big breath comfortably, and said with emotion: "The wizard is convenient. I really hope I am also a wizard."

No one cares about him.

But after a while.

Silby said again, "I want to pee."

Osivia squeezed out two words from her teeth with a sullen expression: "Endure...."

Hoffa also counseled: "Forbearance, forbearance, I will be in 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 carriage.

In the carriage, Hoffa asked Silby: "What's the situation, is the car leaking oil?"

In the darkness, Osivia held her breath.

Two seconds later.

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

After a few seconds of silence.

boom! !

There was a violent magic wave around him.

The whole car almost didn't turn over directly. The door of Churchill's car was blasted tens of meters away by a powerful curse. Without a word, Osivia moved to a distance of 100 meters away from the Apparition, and started to feel nauseous when he bent over.

Hoffa was stunned. He slammed the brakes and stopped on the side of the road with a slick of smoke, knocking down a wooden sign.

He roared: "You are sick, why do you pee your pants!"

Silby said innocently: "I am disabled."

"This is the reason, are you disgusting!?"

Silby said: "I can't control myself, my nerves are all broken from underneath my neck."

"Oh my God....."

Hoffa covered his head in pain and groaned.

He pushed the car door heavily and pulled out Silby's wheelchair.

At this moment, an unknown liquid was dripping down the wheelchair.

what! !

Damn it!

Hoffa couldn't bear to look straight. He squeezed his fingers away from Silby's blanket, only to see that the body under Silby's blanket was wearing elastic underwear. The limbs were all atrophied and deformed, old and wrinkled, as if they were eighty years old. Like an old man, there are countless surgical scars on his chest.

On the back of his transparent elastic suit, there are several dense bandages to keep his back straight.

This is not the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all. Hoffa could hardly imagine how this guy lived so big.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa's fingers trembled slightly, reducing his irritability.

"Clear water is like a spring."

He knocked his magic wand, and between the clear water springs, he cleaned the wheelchair and his body.

After taking care of Silby without saying a word, Hoffa cleared the car again and put him in the car.

Holding the steering wheel tightly, Hoffa turned his head and said coldly: "I think, since your teacher is Headmaster Busbarton, then you should know the four colleges of Hogwarts."

"I know." Silby smiled.

"You think it's fun to molest a Slytherin?"

Hoffa asked coldly.

Silby's smile gradually faded: "Is she Slytherin?"

"Yes, so if you want to live well, I advise you to put away that cynical style." Hoffa calmly suggested.

That's right, this Sister Osivia is indeed calm and restrained. But she was a Slytherin after all, a Slytherin who had graduated in adulthood. If it were replaced by the Malfoy family or the graduated version of Voldemort, it is estimated that Silby would never know how to die.

Silby didn't speak, and his expression became a little obscure.

Hoffa started the car again. Drove to Osivia, who was holding a tree in the distance.

On the side of the road, Osivia was pale and nauseous, and Hoffa estimated that she had already vomited everything she ate last Christmas.

For a sanitarian witch who can't even tolerate crooked buttons, someone doing that kind of thing next to her is simply frantic.

Hoffa sympathized with her very much.

After waiting for a long time, Hoffa said, "Get in the car, senior sister."

Osivia got into the co-pilot. She turned her head pale and resolutely said to Silby: "If you can't get the key, I will kill you. I will do what I say."

When she spoke, it seemed that even the glass had been frozen with hoarfrost.

Silby tilted his head and said softly, "I'm looking forward to it."

Seeing that the atmosphere inside the carriage has become strange.

Hoffa said irritably. "Don't talk, let me drive well."

The co-pilot and the back seat became quiet.

Both of them unexpectedly closed their eyes and calmed down.