"Bang!"

Behind the speeding Maca, a partition wall was shattered by the two clouds of black mist, and the broken blocks of red bricks mixed with cement debris spread across the street behind the wall in a splattering fashion.

In the dust that had been raised, the black mist seemed to rush out without realizing it, still chasing straight after Maka.

“…… Interesting," Marca looked back to the front, but the curiosity in his heart made him eager to catch the two silent ones and study them right away, "Greenwald really studied something interesting. ”

As he crossed the alleyway again, smoothly over the fence and onto another street, he quickly took a step to the side and made a sharp turn in the high speed with ease.

The entrance to the Jackson Trade Square is over there, and it's already close.

Maca bypassed a bus stop sign and jumped over the green belt without pause, standing firmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass vitrines of a watch shop.

Immediately, he calmly turned and stood, his right hand lightly resting on the glass of the window.

Only a few seconds later, the two black mist that followed crossed the rooftop, swept through the air in an arc with flying rubble, dragging its long tail like soot towards him.

"yes, that's right – this is it." Maca's eyes were fixed on the two black mist, and she stretched out her left hand as if calling, "Come on! ”

There was no need for him to greet him at all, the black mist shot straight at him without hesitation, and the speed even faintly increased by a few points.

At the moment when the black mist approached him like an inky meteor, the window pane on his right hand suddenly seemed to be a piece of water that had been thrown into stones, and several circles of ripples quietly spread.

The next moment, Maca fell into the glass, and the two black mist that rushed towards him one after the other, as he was swallowed by the glass one by one.

It didn't take long for the translucent water streaks to subside and turn into hard glass again.

……

The window pane was connected by a jagged brick wall.

Beyond the brick walls, there is a straight alley with almost nothing. If you look at it from here, you can immediately see that it looks like a square outside.

Jackson Trade Square in the middle of the night was like the Muggle street outside, with only the hanging lamps silently emitting a deep dusk.

Wizards' nights are lonely and quiet, and wizards with a little less entertainment tend to go to bed earlier than Muggles, who have a colorful nightlife.

This is true in London, and it seems to be the same in the United States.

The place that can become lively at night is probably a place like the wizard's bar where Maca just left, right?

The number of wizards who are indeed not very large live too scattered, and most of them live relatively freely. Unless it's a highly organised event like the Quidditch World Cup, you can get a decent number of attendees.

At this moment, in the middle of this deserted alley, in the brick wall that looked by no means sturdy, a figure suddenly appeared, and without delay rushed towards the square outside the alley.

This was followed by two black fogs with long tails, between which the sparks were swirling, which stood out in the twilight of the night.

“…… Well? Someone? ”

While most wizards go to bed early, there are some exceptions. This is all land shared by wizards, and no one can force others not to take a walk at night or anything, right?

As soon as Maca came out of the alley, she caught a glimpse of a witch wearing a thick shawl.

The lady looked very old, and her face, eroded by the years, was full of wrinkles. Her snow-white hair was permed into a curly style, but it showed her heart of disobedience to old age.

It can be seen that this old witch should also be a rare beauty when she was young.

But after all, this is no longer young, and I don't know what to do when I run out so late.

"Leave now...... Lady! ”

Maca whizzed past her, causing her to take a step back and stumble on her feet, about to fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" Maca staggered, turned around and helped her, "but this isn't the right time...... The air at night is a bit damp, so I don't think it's a good place for you to walk. ”

He held the old witch's back with one hand, and the staff in the other hand jerked forward, and two obstacle spells were cast without interval.

The black mist that followed seemed to hit two invisible walls in a row, and his speed was greatly reduced, but he was still squeezing towards him.

"The effect is not ideal......"

Maca muttered, but her hand didn't stop. But seeing that he decisively flicked his sleeves, the two shrunken eight-eyed giant spiders fell to the ground inconspicuously, and then immediately swelled.

In the blink of an eye, the black spider, which was originally the size of a thumb, turned into a terrifying monster taller than a human.

“…… Glaring at them. Maca immediately commanded.

The black mist that was struggling to move forward in mid-air quickly coated with a hazy gray as soon as it came into contact with the sight of the two eight-eyed giant spiders, and quickly spread.

Not long after, the black fog that was still flowing gradually stopped, and completely turned into two white fog clouds floating quietly in the air.

If I had to describe it, it looked like a super-sized marshmallow made from two balls of white sugar.

"Oh, ma'am......" said Marca, turning her head politely, "you can stand firm." ”

He helped the frightened old witch to stand against the wall, and then he waved his staff and recast the two eight-eyed spiders behind him, Hachi and Shiten, with a shrinking charm.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" Maca smiled and said, "Do you need a bottle of 'tranquilizer'?" It can help you lighten up your mood......"

"Ah...... No, no need......" The old witch tugged at the thick shawl on her body, her eyes lingered on the two large marshmallows in mid-air, and then she shook her head slightly, "Thank you, young man......"

The old witch seemed to look at Maca's face habitually, but immediately showed some doubts.

“…… Well, probably because I've practiced Occlumency," Maca raised her eyebrows and looked at the older-looking old witch with a slight hesitation, "Ma'am, your Dementor Mind Technique is quite powerful, huh?" ”

"I'm sorry, young man......" said the old witch with a slow wink, "I didn't control it when I was about your age, I didn't like it......"

"I can feel it," Maca nodded, "it's a bit of a mess, it's very intense, but it's not focused—ah! Can you keep me a secret for you when you meet me tonight? It's just a passing by—"

"Well, of course ......"

The old witch replied casually, and then, as if she didn't care about the chaos that had just happened, she asked a question that had nothing to do with it—

"Young man, are you from England?"

"Oh, do you hear that?" Maca laughed, "I thought I had covered it well......"

"No, you're right, I'm just familiar with the London accent......" said the old witch with some nostalgia, "my sister lives in England now, and she married a handsome Englishman when she was young. ”

"That sounds good," Maka said, shrugging her shoulders, "but I think I should go, and I have more to do than I need to get done as soon as possible!" Goodbye then, ma'am! ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his staff and made a move into the air, and the two gray-white mist clouds immediately drifted towards him.

But just as he was about to open the bag around his waist and try to stuff the two lumps of marshmallows into it, the voice of the old witch suddenly sounded behind him again.

"American...... Is there still a silent one? ”

"Huh?" Maca stopped the hard thrusting and looked back at her in some surprise, "Ma'am, have you seen them too?" ”

The old witch tightened her shawl again, revealing a look of remembrance. It was a long time before she nodded slowly with an old smile.

"Fate is ingenious......," she said quietly, "I've seen it once years ago, and it's kind of thrilling to say—but I don't hate the thrill." ”

As she was talking, she suddenly frowned as if she had thought of something, "However, this thing has reappeared...... Isn't that wonderful? ”

Maca didn't answer the question, he just looked at the old witch in front of him again, and somewhere in his heart was faintly touched.

He thought he ought to know the old lady, but he couldn't remember anything for a while.

“…… Youngster? ”

The old witch's call interrupted Maca's thoughts, and he shook his head slightly, putting the matter aside for the time being—since he couldn't remember, it shouldn't be too important, and he could think about it again.

"Oh, ma'am...... "Marca casually said, "it's not good, but I'm not dealing with it!" It would be a big deal to make a fuss in the Muggle Quarter, so I led them to the square. ”

"You're right," murmured the old witch, "and they can't be allowed to make trouble outside......

"Well, then, I'll go first," Maca said, packing up her things and waving her hand, "Go home early!" It's just rained and it's too humid outside for you to go out for a walk......"

With that, he turned and walked down the street next to the square, taking a quick look around. If he guessed correctly, Sirius was probably hiding somewhere in this wizarding building.

Behind him, the old witch looked at the back of Maca's departure from afar and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I haven't been to the UK for a while, and I don't know how my sister and brother-in-law are doing. Let's take a look another day......" she muttered to herself, a little nostalgic, "go back and bake some marmalade bread......"