() After Maca and Harry were separated that day, he left Hogwarts's area and disappeared into the bushes at the gate of the school.

In the case of Sirius allowing Hedwig to pass the blood book, he must be in a very bad situation. But since even Hedwig could fly away, it might be too late.

But Maca never thought that when he reappeared from the space movement of the door key, he even directly crossed the North Atlantic Ocean.

...

New York, USA at two in the morning.

Late night New York is not gloomy.

Even though it has just rained, the dark clouds in the sky have not dissipated with the night wind, and the dazzling neon lights and a lot of traffic headlights have illuminated the entire street like daylight.

Muggle citizens who linger on New York's night life, walking fast or slow down the street, enjoying the wonderful air unique to the rain.

And right next to this bustling street, a tiny spider was hanging upside down under the eaves of a baking shop in a dark, wet alley.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flickered under the spider's belly, accompanied by an insignificant sound, and a strange contraction and distortion of the space under the eaves.

"Wow--"

A juvenile in a costume different from Muggle appeared in the twisted space, and then sat down in the trash bin directly below the spider.

"call--"

The boy sighed subtly, then waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, the trash can flipped for half a week, dumping the trash inside him. It never occurred to him that the boy was agile and stood firmly on the ground, and the garbage was stuck in the air.

I saw that he reached out his hand again, and waved his hands as if dusting out the dust, and the trash can and all kinds of garbage in the air were restored to the original state like a rewind of the movie.

This boy is naturally Maca.

Just as he sneaked into the British Ministry of Magic last time, he drew a rune for positioning on the stomach of each eight-eyed giant spider. The flexible use of the door key can slightly relieve him from the trouble of abnormal phantom shift.

"Is the jet lag?" Maca looked around and said casually, "Little Eight, come down!"

He beckoned toward the eaves above without raising his head, but he saw a grey flash in the eyes of the spider crawling under the eaves, and he loosened eight legs and landed on the back of his hand.

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

As he spoke, he reconfirmed that Muggle hadn't witnessed ... or anything else. Then he turned and walked deep into the alley.

"Little Eight, what about Sirius?"

In the dim alley where street lights were hard to find, he raised his back to ask the spider about the situation.

"... attack ... separate ..."

It's not easy for spiders to learn to speak. Their father, Alagok, spent decades with the help of Hagrid, and the young eight are obviously better at learning than their fathers.

But even so, in its crunchy voice, the intermittent patchwork of vocabulary still seemed rather fragmented. It seems that if they can have a smooth conversation, Maca needs to spend a lot of work.

Because time is not loose, Maca used a bit of devotion to read the thoughts and thoughts in Xiao Ba's heart gently and accurately.

"The silent one ...?"

Although Xiao Ba is hiding near Sirius most of the time, his wisdom is not enough to understand what to observe.

In these days when Sirius left Black's old house, except that he occasionally ran out to hunt while Sirius was resting, the rest of the time he had been hiding in Sirius' robes.

It wasn't until the moment when Sirius was suddenly violently attacked that it voluntarily ran out and joined the battle to protect Sirius.

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

To be honest, the alienated eight-eyed giant spider modified by the hand of Maca is really terrible. Although for some reason, the Basilisk's dying gaze ability did not seem to be fully inherited, the petrified effect of its four pairs of gray eyes was outstanding.

Neither the living creature nor the dead ghost can escape the influence of petrified sight.

Even the dark mist of the tacit one whose maca has not yet discovered the specific nature, has been covered with a layer of visible gray under the eyes of Xiao Ba, and his action has become much slower.

It is a pity that the silent people who attacked Sirius were not one or two, but four.

Xiao Ba dragged two of them, and the black mist that could strike in the other direction, forced Sirius to fight and avoid, and thus left Xiao Ba's protection scope and disappeared.

"I hope Sirius will be safe and sound ..." Maca put Xiaoba in the sleeve of the wizard's robe, and frowned, "The point is ... what did he come to the United States for?"

Harry's owl, Hedwig, did not have the enchantment to maintain long-distance flight, and it was not the right time. He is not sure whether Sirius is still in the United States.

But when Sirius came here, he was put on hold by the attack. Well, as long as he is not dead, he will definitely set foot on the land of New York again.

According to Sirius' unswerving stubborn temperament, Maca thinks his guess should not be wrong.

"So the question now is ... where is he?"

Looking for Sirius in the end and confirming its condition is naturally the top priority. He didn't want to stop seeing that man who, despite being reckless, had a passion for blood.

After experiencing Dumbledore's death, Maca made it clear that even if she died, there should be a proper reason and a graveyard where people can hang.

Dead or alive, he should find the hopeless fool.

After reconfirming that no one was watching, Maca took out her staff and stretched out flat. In his vision, the flow of magic became quicker, and the name of Sirius was sketched on the top of the staff.

"Everyone's name is magical. The longer a name is used and the more people know it, the stronger its corresponding magic effect will be."-This is a sentence in "Name Magic" .

Knowing how to know, how to apply it is a confusing subject.

Adding meaning to your name with magic, as Voldemort did, is not difficult for Maca personally.

But if the object is someone else's name, there is more to be involved.

Using names to find people, even if they only perceive an approximate location, it takes considerable effort to analyze the other person's personality, habits, appearance, experience, and so on.

In short, you must know as much as possible about each other.

Fortunately, Maca's understanding of Sirius is quite rich, and he should be involved in what should be known and what should not be.

"... Um." After a few minutes, Maca shook her head.

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

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

If one of Sirius's babies was taken as his own, Maca would have a headache.

Fortunately, the target confirmed by Maca seems to be somewhere in New York. If you want to say the general direction ...

"... is it west-southwest?"

If other locations are perceived, Maca's suspicion will surely be stronger. But if it's the same in New York, it's most likely Sirius himself.

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

After thinking about it, Maca put a magic spell on her, and stepped on the thick magic book in the direction of perception.

During the fast flight, the colorful market under Maca gradually receded, and he was quietly left behind. It didn't take long for the lights below to start to diminish, and the dimness of the night slowly turned into the dominant color in the field of vision.

The dark clouds above him still looked thick and depressed, and the previous rain did not seem to be the last rain of the night. The tide of air was whistling in Maca's ears, giving him the illusion of getting wet.

He continued to fly forward over the city and not too high, but at a certain moment, he seemed to be aware of something, the magic book under his feet took his body to spin, and dropped suddenly to the ground.

It was a narrow, unoccupied street, and the surrounding houses were not too high. Not far away was a dense middle residential area.

On both sides of the street, the shops that are no longer open at night are closed, and only one or two supermarkets are still lit. In this quiet street, beside the pale yellow street lamp, there was a little loneliness.

Maca didn't care about the supermarket. After two quick walks ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, he decisively turned and walked to the side of an old-fashioned pizzeria.

This pizzeria looks older than the shops on both sides. Not only are the signs damaged and faded, but even the windows have only a circle of frames left.

On the side door handle of the pizzeria, a notice of "suspended business" is being posted.

Maca noticed this pizzeria because it was constantly experiencing regular magic fluctuations, showing the hidden curses.

"Anyway go check it out ..."

He lifted the magic spell on his body, put away some conspicuous staff, then reached for the doorknob, and twisted it with a click.

The lintel was opened smoothly by him, and he stepped in and went inside. But his body didn't walk into the pizzeria shop that he could see, but disappeared with a slight fluctuation.

The pizzeria's side door closed slowly, and a breeze blew across the door, blowing the old signboard standing next to the side door, and making a few "creaks".