Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

( ) "boom!"

Behind the high-speed Maca, a partition wall was smashed by the two black fogs. The fragments of red bricks mixed with cement debris spread across the entire street behind the wall in a splash.

In the rising dust, the black mist seemed to rush out without knowing it, still chasing straight towards Maca.

"...Interesting," Maca turned his gaze back to the front, but the curiosity in his heart made him eager to try, wishing to catch the two silent people immediately and study it carefully, "Greenward really studied some interesting things. ."

When he crossed the alley again, surpassed the wall smoothly, and came to another street, he quickly took a step to the side and finished the sudden turn in the high speed with ease.

The entrance to Jackson Trade Plaza is over there, very close.

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

Immediately, he turned around calmly and stood, with his right hand gently resting on the glass of the shop window.

Only a few seconds later, the two black mists that followed closely crossed the roof, and engulfed the splashing rubble in an arc in the air, dragging the soot-like long tail towards him.

"Yes, that's right—it's here." Maca's eyes fixed on the two black mists, and he stretched out his left hand as if calling out, "Come on!"

He didn't need to greet him at all, Hei Mist shot directly at him without hesitation, and even faintly accelerated a few points.

At the moment when the black mist approached him like an ink-colored meteor, the window glass on his right hand suddenly looked like a piece of water thrown into stones, and several circles of ripples quietly spread.

The next moment, Maca fell into the glass, and the two black mists that impacted him were also successively swallowed by the glass together with him.

After a while, the translucent water lines gradually calmed down and turned into hard glass again.

...

The window glass is connected by a jagged brick wall.

And outside the brick wall, is a straight alley with almost nothing.If you look forward from here, you can immediately see that there is a square outside.

The Jackson Trade Plaza in the middle of the night is like the Muggle street outside, only the hanging lights for lighting emit a deep dim yellow.

A wizard’s night is lonely and quiet. Compared to the Muggles, who live in a colorful and colorful night life, wizards with a slightly poorer entertainment concept usually sleep earlier.

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

What can become lively at night is probably a place like the wizard bar where Maca just left before?

The number of wizards is really not that much. They live too scattered, and most of them live relatively freely.Unless it is a highly organized event like the Quidditch World Cup, can we get a decent number of participants.

At this moment, in this empty alley, in the brick wall that looked absolutely unsturdy, a figure suddenly appeared, and he rushed towards the square outside the alley without delay.

Immediately afterwards, there were two groups of black mist trailing a long tail, during which sparks were lingering, which was particularly eye-catching in this dim night.

"...Huh? Someone?"

Although most wizards go to bed early, there are always some exceptions.This is the land shared by wizards, no one can force others not to take a walk at night, isn't it?

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

This lady seems to be very old, her face eroded by the years is full of wrinkles.Her snow-white hair was perm and turned into a curly pattern, but it showed her unwillingness to accept the old.

It can be seen to some extent that this old witch should have been a rare beauty when she was young.

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

"Leave immediately... madam!"

Maca whizzed past her, scared her to take a step back, staggering under her feet, and she was about to fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry--" Maca turned her direction suddenly, turned around to support her, "but this is really not the time...the night air is a bit damp, I think it may not be suitable for you For a walk."

He held the old witch's back in one hand, and the staff in the other hand suddenly pointed forward, and two obstacle curses were cast without any gap.

The black mist that followed the impact seemed to hit two invisible walls in succession, and the speed was suddenly reduced, but it was still squeezing toward him.

"The effect is not ideal..."

Maca mumbled, but his hands didn't stop.But seeing him flicking his sleeve decisively, two shrunken eight-eyed giant spiders fell on the ground inconspicuously, and then immediately swelled.

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

"...Give them a look." Maca ordered immediately.

As soon as the black mist that was moving forward in midair came into contact with the sight of the two eight-eyed giant spiders, it was quickly plated with a hazy gray and spread quickly.

Before long, the movement of the black mist that was still flowing gradually stopped, completely turned into two clusters of white mist quietly floating in the air.

If you have to describe it, it looks like a super-large marshmallow made from two balls of white sugar.

"Oh, ma'am..." Maca turned her head and said politely, "You can stand firm."

He helped the somewhat frightened old witch to stand against the wall, then waved his staff, and re-casted the shrinking curse on the two eight-eyed giant spiders behind him, Xiao Ba and Xiao Shi.

"Are you okay, madam?" Maca smiled, "Need a bottle of'sedative potion'? It can help you relax a bit..."

"Ah...no, no need..." The old witch tugged at the thick shawl on her body, stopped her eyes on the two large cotton candy balls in mid-air, and then shook her head slightly, "Thank you, young people……"

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

"...Well, it's probably because I have practiced Occlumency," Maca raised his brows, and he looked at the old witch who seemed to be quite old. "Madam, your mind Is the technique quite powerful?"

"Sorry, young man..." The old witch blinked slowly, "I couldn't control it when I was about your age. I didn't do it just like I liked it..."

"I can feel it," Maca nodded. "It's a bit messy, high intensity, but not focused--ah! Can you keep me a secret about meeting me tonight? It's just accident. Just passing by—"

"Well, of course..."

The old witch answered casually, and then, as if not caring about the chaotic scene that happened just now, she asked a question that was irrelevant to it—

"Young man, are you from England?"

"Oh, did you hear it?" Maca smiled, "I thought I had covered up well..."

"No, you are very good. I am just familiar with the London accent..." the old witch said with some nostalgia. "My sister now lives in England. When she was young, she married a handsome Englishman. ."

"That sounds good," Maca shrugged, "but I think I should go now, and there are still things I have to do as soon as possible! Goodbye, madam!"

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

But when he was about to open the bag around his waist, trying to put the two marshmallows in like this, the voice of the old witch suddenly sounded behind him again.

"America... is there still a silent person?"

"Huh?" Maca stopped his hard-cuffed movement, and looked back at her with a little surprise, "Madam, have you seen them too?"

The old witch tightened her shawl tightly again, showing a reminiscence expression.After a while, she nodded slowly with an old smile.

"Fate is really ingenious..." she said quietly, "I saw it once many years ago, and it was a bit thrilling to say-but I don't hate the excitement."

As she was talking, she suddenly seemed to have thought of something, frowning and saying: "However, this thing has appeared again... Isn't it bad?"

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

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

"……young people?"

The call of the old witch interrupted Maca’s thinking. He shook his head slightly, and put the matter aside for the time being-since I can't remember it, it shouldn't be too important. I think about it later. Row.

"Oh, ma'am..." Maca casually said, "It's pretty bad, but I'm dealing with it! If it's a mess in the Muggle neighborhood, I'll lead them to the square. ."

"You are right," the old witch murmured, "you can't let them make trouble outside..."

"Then, I'll leave first," Maca packed everything up, then waved his hand, "Go home early! It just rained, and the humidity outside is too heavy for you to take a walk... …"

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the street next to the square, looking around quickly.If he guessed correctly, Sirius might be hiding somewhere in this wizarding building.

Behind him, the old witch looked at the back of Maca's departure, and sighed with emotion.

"I haven't been to the UK for a long time, and I don't know how my sister and brother-in-law are doing? Let's take a look some other day..." She said to herself with some nostalgia, "I will bake some marmalade bread. Right..."