When Maca and Harry were separated, he left Hogwarts and disappeared into the bushes at the school gate.

In the case of Sirius letting Hedwig pass the Blood Book, he must be in some very bad situation. But since even Hedwig can fly away, it may still be in time.

But Maca never imagined that when he reappeared from the spatial movement of the portkey, he would directly cross the North Atlantic.

……

New York, USA, 2 a.m.

New York in the middle of the night is not dark and gloomy.

Even though it had just rained, the dark clouds in the sky had not yet cleared with the night breeze, and the streets were lit up by dazzling neon lights and a large number of headlights of traffic.

Muggle citizens who enjoy New York's nightlife walk the streets fast or slow, enjoying the wonderful air that comes after the rain.

And right next to this bustling street, in a dark, damp alley, a tiny spider is hanging upside down under the eaves of a bakery.

Suddenly, a faint light flickered under the spider's belly, accompanied by an insignificant soft sound, and the space under the eaves contracted and distorted strangely.

"Whoa—"

A teenager dressed in a muggle-like costume suddenly appeared in the distorted space, and sat down in the trash can directly below the spider.

"Whew-"

The young man sighed subtly, and then waved his hand slightly.

Suddenly, the trash can flipped over for half a week, and he poured out the garbage in it. Unexpectedly, the young man was agile and stood firmly on the ground, and the garbage was also stagnant in mid-air.

I saw him stretch out his hand again and wave his hand as if dusting off, and the garbage can and all kinds of garbage in the air immediately returned to their original state like a film rewind.

This boy is naturally Maca.

Just like the last time he infiltrated the British Ministry of Magic, he had drawn positioning runes on the bellies of each eight-eyed spider, and the flexible use of the Portkey would allow him to alleviate the trouble of not being able to apparition properly.

"Jet lag?" Maca looked left and right and said casually, "Hachi, come down!" ”

Without raising his head, he beckoned to the eaves above, but saw the spider crawling under the eaves with a glint in his eyes, and obediently let go of its eight legs and landed on the back of his hand.

"Don't look for this kind of place next time." Maca said angrily.

As he spoke, he reconfirmed that there were no Muggles sighted...... Or something else. Then he turned and walked deeper into the alley.

"Hachi, where's Sirius?"

In the dimly lit alleys where the street lights couldn't be found, he raised his hand behind the back of his hand to ask the spider about the situation.

“…… Raid...... Separate ......"

Getting spiders to learn to speak is not an easy task, their father Aragog has spent decades with Hagrid's help, and Hachichi will obviously be better at learning than their father.

But even so, in its crunchy voice, the patchwork of words seemed rather fragmented. It seems that it will take a lot of effort for Maca to be able to have a smooth conversation.

Because the time was not relaxed, Maca used the Dementor Mind Technique a little bit, and gently and accurately read what Hachi was thinking and seeing.

"The Silent One...... Is it? ”

Although Hachi spends most of his time hiding in Sirius' vicinity, he is not smart enough to know what to observe.

During the time Sirius left Black's house, it spent the rest of the time hiding in Sirius's ragged robes, except for the occasional time when Sirius was resting and running out to hunt.

It wasn't until the moment Sirius was suddenly attacked that it took the initiative to run out and join the battle to protect Sirius.

However, their opponent was a strange and powerful black mist.

To be honest, the alienated eight-eyed giant spider that has been improved by Maca's hand is indeed very terrifying. Although the basilisk's instant gaze ability does not seem to have been fully inherited for some reason, the petrification effect of its four pairs of gray eyes is outstanding.

Neither living creatures nor dead ghosts can escape the effects of petrified sight.

Even the Black Mist of the Silent One, whose specific nature had not yet been discovered, was covered with a layer of gray visible to the naked eye under Hachi's gaze, and his movements became much slower.

It's a pity that the silent ones who attacked Sirius were not one or two, but a whole four!

Hachi dragged two of them, but the black mist that hit in the other direction forced Sirius to fight and dodge, leaving Hachi's protection and disappearing.

"Let's hope Sirius is safe and sound......" Maca thought with a frown as Hachi tufted Hachi into the sleeve of her wizard's robes, "The point is...... What did he come to the United States for? ”

Harry's owl, Hedwig, didn't have a spell to maintain long-range flight, and it wasn't right for the rest of the day. He wasn't sure if Sirius was still in the United States.

But Sirius, now that he had arrived, had put his actions on hold because of the attack. Then, as long as he is not dead, he will definitely set foot on the soil of New York again.

Based on Sirius' stubbornness to not give up, Maca thinks she can't be wrong in her guesses.

"So, now the question is...... Where is he? ”

At the end of the day, finding Sirius and confirming its condition is naturally the first priority. He didn't want to never see that man with a true temperament who was reckless but had a lot of blood.

After experiencing Dumbledore's death, Maca knew one thing in her mind - even if she died, there should be a proper reason and a cemetery to pay her respects to.

Dead or alive, he should find that hopeless fool.

After making sure that no one was watching, Maca took out her staff and stretched it out horizontally. In his vision, the flow of magic became quicker, and Sirius's name was outlined at the tip of the staff.

"Everyone's name is magical, and the longer that name is used and the more people know about it, the stronger the corresponding magic will be." - This is a quote from "The Magic of Names".

But knowing is knowing, but how to apply it is a confusing topic.

Magically adding meaning to her name, as Voldemort did, wasn't too difficult for Maca personally.

But if the object is someone else's name, there is a lot more to cover.

Using a name to find someone, even if it is just to perceive a general direction, it takes a lot of energy to analyze the other person's personality, habits, appearance, experience, etc.

All in all, it's important to get to know each other as much as you can.

Fortunately, Maca knows a lot about Sirius, and he covers everything he should know and what he shouldn't know.

“…… Well. After a few minutes, Maca shook her head.

The result of induction can only be described in one word, and that is "chaos".

In the process of exploration and search, all people or objects related to Sirius will interfere with the detection, and the closer the thing to it, the greater the interference.

If one of Sirius's treasures were to be his own, Maca would have a headache.

Fortunately, the target identified by Maca seems to be somewhere in New York. If you want to talk about the general direction......

“…… Is it West by Southwest? ”

If she sensed something else, then Maca's suspicion would have been stronger. But if it's the same in New York, it's more likely that it's Sirius himself.

After all, he hadn't heard that Sirius had ever been in New York.

Without further thought, Maca put a disillusionment spell on herself, and then stepped on the heavy magic book and soared away in the direction of perception.

In the rapid flight, the colorful street market beneath Maca gradually receded, and he quietly left behind. It didn't take long for the lights below to begin to diminish and the dullness of the night slowly became the dominant color in the field of vision.

The clouds overhead still looked thick and oppressive, and the previous rain didn't seem to be the last rain of the night. The tidal air whistled in Maca's ears, giving him the illusion of being wet.

He continued to fly forward not too high above the city, but at a moment, as if he sensed something, the magic book under his feet swirled with his body and slammed down to the ground.

It was a narrow, deserted street, and the surrounding houses were not too high, and not far away was a dense medium-sized residential area.

On both sides of the street, shops that are closed at night are closed, and only one or two supermarkets are still lit. In this quiet street, by the pale yellow street lamp, there is a feeling of loneliness.

Maca didn't bother with the supermarket, and after taking two quick steps, he turned around and walked to the side of an old-fashioned pizzeria.

The pizzeria looked even older than the shops on either side, with its signs torn and faded, and even the windows were reduced to a frame.

On the side doorknob of the piperia, there is a notice that says "temporarily closed".

Maca noticed this pizzeria because it was constantly exuding regular fluctuations of magical power, revealing the hidden spells within.

"Anyway, let's go and see first......"

He lifted the illusion spell from his body, put away the somewhat conspicuous staff, and then reached out and grabbed the doorknob, twisting it with a "click".

He opened the door without a hitch, and he stepped inside. But his body did not go to the pizzeria as far as his eye could see, but disappeared with a faint fluctuation.

The side door of the pizzeria slowly closes, and a breeze blows in front of the door, blowing the old sign that stands next to the side door, making a few "crunch" sounds.