()"boom!"

Behind Maca flying at high speed, a partition wall was smashed by the two black mists, and the broken bricks were mixed with cement debris, which spread the entire street behind the wall in a splattering manner.

Amidst the rising dust, the black mist seemed to burst out unknowingly, still chasing Maca straight.

"... Fun," Maca set her eyes back, but the curiosity in her heart made him eager to try, and he couldn't immediately catch the two silent people to study it. "Greenwood really researched something interesting. . "

When he crossed the lane again, smoothly over the wall, and came to another street, he quickly took a step to the side and lightly completed the sudden turn at high speed.

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

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

Immediately, he turned calmly and stood with his right hand against the glass of the window.

Just a few seconds later, the two dark clouds that followed followed the roof, wrapped in splashes of rubble across an arc in the air, dragging his sooty tail toward him.

"Yes, that's right-that's it." Maca's eyes stared at the two black mists, and her left hand stretched out like a call, "Come on!"

He didn't need to greet him at all, Heiwu shot straight at him without hesitation, and even speeded up a little bit.

The moment the black mist was like a meteor in front of him, the window glass on his right hand suddenly looked like a piece of water thrown into the stones, and a few circles of ripples spread quietly.

The next moment, Maca fell into the glass, and the two black mists that hit him also successively engulfed him as he was swallowed by the glass.

Before long, the translucent water pattern gradually flattened and turned back into hard glass.

...

The window glass was connected by an uneven brick wall.

Outside the brick wall was a straight alley with almost nothing. Looking forward from here, you can immediately see that it looks like a square outside.

Late at night, the Jackson Trade Square is like the Muggle street outside. Only the hanging lamps are silently exuding a deep yellow.

Wizard nights are lonely and quiet. Compared to Muggles, which has a rich night life, the wizards who have a lesser entertainment concept usually sleep earlier.

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

I can become lively at night, I am afraid that this is the place like the wizard bar that Maca just left.

The number of wizards is indeed too scattered, and most of them live more freely. Unless there is a highly organized event like the Quidditch World Cup, a decent number of participants can come together.

At this moment, in this empty alley, a figure suddenly appeared in the brick wall, which seemed absolutely not solid, and rushed towards the square outside the alley without delay.

Followed closely by two groups of black mist trailing long tails, while Mars dangled in the dark night, is particularly eye-catching.

"... Um? Someone?"

Although most wizards go to bed early in the morning, there are always some exceptions. This is the land shared by the wizards, and no one can force others to take a walk at night or something?

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

The lady seemed to be very old, and her face eroded by the years was engraved with wrinkles. A pair of white hair was curled into a curly pattern, but it showed her dissatisfaction with the old.

To some extent, this old witch should be a rare beauty when she is young.

But this is no longer young, after all, do not know what to run out so late.

"Leave now ... madam!"

Maca whistled past in front of her, scaring her to take a step back, her feet slumped, and she was about to fall.

"Oh, sorry—" Maca made a mistake, turned her direction suddenly, and turned around to support her. "But this is really not the time ... the air at night is a little humid, I think it may not be suitable for you For a walk. "

He held the old witch's back in one hand, and the wand in the other hand suddenly pointed forward, and two obstacle spells were cast in succession.

The black mist that came with it seemed to hit two invisible walls in succession, and the speed dropped suddenly, but he was still squeezing over him.

"The effect is not ideal ..."

Maka muttered, but didn't stop her hand. When he saw that he slammed his sleeves decisively, the two shrinking eight-eyed giant spiders fell to the ground inconspicuously, and then inflated immediately.

Just in a blink of an eye, the black spider, which was originally the size of a thumb, turned into a terrible monster higher than humans.

"... glare them." Maca commanded immediately.

The dark mist struggling to move forward in mid-air, as soon as he touched the eyes of the two eight-eyed giant spiders, he quickly coated a layer of hazy gray and spread quickly.

Not long after, the still-moving black mist gradually stopped, completely turning into two white mists floating quietly in the air.

If you want to describe it, it's like an oversized marshmallow made from two groups of white sugar.

"Oh madam ..." Maca turned her head, politely, "you can stand firm."

He helped the rather frightened old witch to stand against the wall, and then waved his staff and recast the two eight-eyed giant spiders behind him-Xiaoba and Xiaoshi.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" Maca smiled. "Do you need a sedative potion? It can help you relax ..."

"Ah ... no, no need ..." The old witch dragged the thick shawl on her body, her eyes stopped on the two large marshmallows in the air, then she shook her head slightly, "Thank you, young people……"

The old witch looked at Maca's face habitually, but a little doubt appeared immediately.

"... Well, probably because I've practiced the technique of enclosing the brain," Maca raised an eyebrow, and looked at the rather old witch with a hesitant look. "Ma'am, your devotion But the surgery is pretty powerful? "

"Sorry, young man ..." the old witch blinked slowly, "I was not under control when I was about the same age as you, I didn't do it like it ..."

"I can feel it," Maca nodded. "It's a bit messy and strong, but it's not concentrated-ah! Can you keep a secret for me when you encounter me tonight? Just by chance, Passing by-"

"Well, of course ..."

The old witch replied casually, and then she seemed to not care about the chaos that just happened, and asked an irrelevant question—

"Young man, are you from England?"

"Oh, you hear me?" Maka laughed. "I thought I was covering up well ..."

"No, you speak very well, I'm just more familiar with the London accent ..." The old witch said with nostalgia, "My sister lives in Britain now, and she married a handsome Englishman when she was young . "

"That sounds great," Maca shrugged, "but I think I should go, and there are things I have to do as soon as possible! Then goodbye, madam!"

While he was talking, he stretched out his staff in one hand and made a move in the air, and the two gray mists immediately floated towards him.

But when he was about to open the bag around his waist and tried to stuff the two masses of marshmallow into it, suddenly the voice of the old witch sounded again behind him.

"America ... are there still silent people?"

"Hmm?" Maca stopped her hard plugging and looked back in surprise at her. "Ma'am, have you ever seen them?"

The old witch tightened her shawl again, revealing a look of memory. After a while, she nodded slowly with an old smile.

"Destiny is really clever ..." she said quietly. "I saw it many years ago and it was really thrilling to say it-but I don't hate that excitement."

She was talking, and suddenly seemed to think of something, frowning: "But this thing has reappeared again ... isn't that terrible?"

Maca didn't answer this question, he just re-examined the old witch in front of him, and somewhere in his heart was vaguely touched.

He felt that he should know the old lady, but he couldn't remember anything for a while.

"……young people?"

The call of the old witch interrupted Maca's thinking, he shook his head slightly, and set aside the matter for a while-since it can't be remembered, it should not be too important ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ Think back.

"Oh, ma'am ..." Maca casually said, "It's pretty bad, but I'm not dealing with it! If it makes a lot of noise in the Muggle neighbourhood, I will lead them to the square . "

"You're right," the old witch murmured, "you can't let them out ..."

"Then, I'll go first," Maca packed her things and waved her hands. "Go home earlier! It's just raining now, and the outside is too humid to go out for a walk ... ... "

After speaking, he turned and walked down the street next to the square, and looked around quickly. If he was right, Sirius would probably be hiding somewhere in this wizard building.

Behind him, the old witch gazed at the back of Ma Ka's departure with a sigh of relief.

"I haven't been to the UK for a long time, and I don't know how my sister and brother-in-law's family are doing recently? Let's check it out ..." She thought to herself with a bit of nostalgia. Right ... "