Until the next morning, the blizzard outside the car still showed no sign of letting up, and the people who heard the wind were very upset.
Joel and Sergey's Polyjuice Potion is about to run out, which is not good news.
"How about we use the confusion spell to get over it, and we get out of the car and walk out of the border?" Sergey turned his head and asked Joel while Ivan was getting out of the car to relieve himself.
After sitting in the back seat of the jeep all night, Joel felt sore and numb all over. He tried to stretch out, but after his body became an adult, he couldn't move at all. When he stretched his arms up slightly, he touched the roof of the car, and he slumped back in frustration.
On the seat.
After hearing Sergey's words, Joel twisted his head and said, "No, do you still remember the way you came here? The pointing spell won't work in this weather."
Sergey looked out the window and saw a snowstorm roaring past. It was difficult to navigate in such bad weather and they couldn't even see the sun.
"Wait." There was nothing Joel could do. It would be better if he could apparate.
It's not that he hadn't thought of this method last night, but the spell to teleport movement required 300 galleons, which was a sky-high price. After buying the gold, he didn't have that much change in his hand.
The three of them stayed in the jeep for a whole day, and a big truck was digested by the three of them. Near evening, the snowstorm finally stopped, and the setting sun peeked out from the dense dark clouds, and the sun shone on the vast expanse.
On the land, the white and tender snow without a trace of impurities is reflected dazzlingly.
Ivan excitedly put on the spare tire, pulled the handbrake, and with the last rays of the setting sun, they headed towards the west.
At 7:30 pm, they finally arrived at the Uzbekistan-Uzbekistan border post, and the sentries were changing their guard.
"Just stop here, we can walk over by ourselves." Joel said, pointing the wand in his hand at Ivan, and used the confusion spell again.
Sergey's translation fell into Ivan's ears verbatim, and he did not have any doubts as he was under a confusion spell. He got out of the car and opened the door for Joel and the other.
Joel stepped on the snow, and the snow was much thicker than when he came here. When he stepped down, the snowflakes poured down around him, and even his shoes could not be seen.
Ivan turned the car around and returned along the original route. Joel watched as the jeep emitted white smoke and disappeared from sight.
"How much money did you leave him?" Sergey asked.
"$10."
No more, no less, Joel and Sergey walked towards the whistle one step at a time.
There were many people gathered in front of the whistle. They stood in uniform in uniform. A man's speech was played on the whistle's loudspeaker. The loudspeaker was a bit old and the sound was intermittent, but it was hoarse and had a heavy sense of history.
“Dear compatriots and friends: As a result of the recent situation leading to the establishment of the Commonwealth of Independent States, I announce my resignation as President of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics… Some mistakes could have been avoided, and many things could have been done better.
OK, but I am sure that sooner or later our joint efforts will bear fruit and our country will become a prosperous and democratic society."
Sergei translated softly, and countless loudspeakers transmitted this speech to every country, every city, and every person in the Soviet Union.
The time was fixed at 19:38 on December 25, 1991, and a powerful alliance came to an end and withdrew from the stage of history.
The Soviet sentry, which should now be called the Russian sentry, took down the Soviet flag and replaced it with the white, blue and red Pan-Slavic national flag. The sentry changed the guard and changed his clothes. The Ukrainian sentry not far away was excited and watched silently.
This scene is destined to go down in history.
On the road leading to Ukraine, four rows of footprints slowly emerged. Step by step, the surrounding snow quickly filled the depressions completely. The emotional Ukrainian sentry did not notice this detail.
Joel and Sergey were about to pass the customs when suddenly a figure as strong as a bear, covered in snow, jumped over and ran quickly towards Ukraine.
The Russian sentry did not notice him, but the Ukrainian sentry who was facing him reacted quickly. He raised his gun and muttered Russian in his mouth. Normally he would speak Ukrainian, but this man who came from the opposite country
People probably can't understand it.
Joel and Sergey were staggered by the man, and the phantom spell was almost broken. He didn't care whether he hit something or not, he just rushed forward.
The Ukrainian sentry pulled the bolt and fired, and the bullet accurately hit the snow one step ahead of his feet, and the snow splashed onto Joel's face.
"One more step forward and I'll shoot!" the sentry shouted.
The Russian sentry rushed over the moment he heard the gunfire.
"Don't move!" The sentries from both countries pointed their guns at the strong man at the same time.
The man seemed a little helpless, raising his hands high, and the snow on his body fell to the ground.
It turned out to be Ivanovich. Joel didn't know how he escaped from the KGB pursuit and appeared at the Ukrainian-Soviet border 30 miles away a day later. Before Ivanovich could say anything, the Russian sentry
Wei stepped forward and subdued him, and all he could do was cry out in despair.
Joel and Sergey knew that Ivanovich would definitely end up badly if he was caught, and smuggling gold was a serious crime in any country.
The two took advantage of the sudden chaos and successfully returned to the Ukrainian border. They appeared in a remote corner of the border town. The polyjuice potion had long since lost its effect. The coats and shoes they were wearing were much too big, and they looked a bit funny.
.
They spent this year's Christmas in this small town. The people had learned that the alliance across the town had completely collapsed, and they ran to the streets to cheer. Joel and Sergey could hear it on the street from the second floor of the hotel.
The wanton celebrations and Ivanovich's desperate call on the Ukrainian-Soviet border seemed like a dream.
"Are we going back to England next?" Sergey took a sip of Coke. He had never drunk this before. During dinner, he was still curious about Joel drinking it and bought a can.
Unexpectedly, this sweet but slightly sour drink quickly captured Sergey's mouth. Before going upstairs, he bought a Coke and planned to drink it all the way back to England.
"Yes," Joel nodded, "this gold is enough for us to operate."
"What are your plans?" Sergey found that he couldn't see through this roommate. He always seemed to be unhurried and did everything in an orderly manner, making it difficult for people to find fault, but he often jumped out.
Come up with ideas that make people scratch their heads.
Since the Christmas holidays, Sergey felt like he had been kept in the dark and followed Joel around like a puppet.
"Don't worry," Joel shrugged, "you will understand by then."
Looking at Joel's expression, Sergey obviously didn't want to tell him.
When has he, who has always been proud, been led by someone's lead? But Sergey did not have an attack. Instead, he felt a little frustrated. How could Joel, who was of the same age as him, have such complex and difficult to understand logical thinking?
Where did you get the intelligence information?
I'm afraid I can only be better in terms of magic power, right?
The two of them returned to England much faster than when they arrived, and taking the cross-border bus with the Illusion Charm felt quite familiar.
The date of return to the British mainland happened to be January 1, 1992, the first day of the New Year.