Chapter 399 New York at 2 AM

( ) After Maca separated from Harry that day, he left Hogwarts straight away and disappeared into the bushes at the school gate.

Judging from the situation where Sirius asked Hedwig to pass on the blood book, he must be in a very bad situation. But since even Hedwig can fly away, maybe there is still time.

But Maca never expected that when he reappeared from the Portkey's spatial movement, he would directly cross the North Atlantic Ocean.

...

New York, USA, two o'clock in the morning.

New York is not dark and gloomy late at night.

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 large number of traffic headlights illuminate the whole street as if it were daytime.

Muggle citizens lingering in the night life of New York, walking fast or slowly on the street, enjoying the unique wonderful air after the rain.

And just beside this bustling street, in a dark and damp alley, there is a small spider hanging upside down under the eaves of a bakery.

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

"Wow--"

A young man dressed differently from a Muggle suddenly appeared in the distorted space, and then sat down into the trash can directly below the spider.

"call--"

The young man sighed subtly, then waved his hand lightly.

Immediately, the trash can flipped over for half a circle, dumping him and the trash inside. Unexpectedly, this young man was agile and stood firmly on the ground, while the rubbish was also stagnant in mid-air.

He stretched out his hand again and waved his hand as if brushing off dust. The trash can and all kinds of garbage in the air immediately returned to their original state like a film rewinding.

This young man is naturally Maca.

Just like the last time he sneaked into the British Ministry of Magic, he drew positioning runes on the stomachs of each acromantula. Using the Portkey flexibly would allow him to slightly alleviate the trouble of not being able to apparate normally.

"Are you jet-lagged?" Maca looked around,

He said casually, "Xiaoba, come down!"

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

"Next time, don't look for such a place to lie on your stomach." Maca said angrily.

As he spoke, he reconfirmed that there were no Muggles to witness...or whatever. Then, he turned around and walked deep into the alley.

"Xiao Ba, where's Sirius?"

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

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

It is not an easy task for spiders to learn to speak. Their father, Aragog, spent decades with the help of Hagrid, and Xiaoba will obviously be better at learning than their father.

But even so, in its creaking voice, the patchwork of words is still quite fragmented. It seems that Maca still needs to spend a lot of effort before they can have a smooth conversation.

Because the time is not loose, Maca used Legilimency to read what Xiao Ba was thinking and seeing gently and accurately.

"The Obscure...?"

Although Xiaoba hides near Sirius most of the time, it is not smart enough to understand what to observe.

During the days when Sirius left Black's old house, except for occasionally running out to hunt when Sirius was resting, the rest of the time was always hiding in Sirius' torn robe.

Until the moment when Sirius was suddenly violently attacked, it ran out on its own initiative and joined the battle to protect Sirius.

However, their opponents are several strange and powerful black mist.

To be honest, the Alienated Acromantula modified by Maca is indeed terrifying. Although the basilisk's death staring ability did not seem to be fully inherited for some reason, the petrification effect of its four pairs of gray eyes is outstanding.

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

Even the Black Mist of the Obscure, whose specific nature has not been ascertained by Maca, is covered with a layer of gray visible to the naked eye under Xiao Ba's gaze, and his movements have become much slower.

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

Xiao Ba held back two of them, but the black mist coming from the other direction forced Sirius to fight and avoid, thus leaving Xiao Ba's protection range and disappearing.

"I hope Sirius is safe and sound..." Maca put Xiao Ba into the sleeve of the wizard robe, frowned and thought, "The key is... what is he coming to America for?"

Harry's owl, Hedwig, is not enchanted to maintain long-distance flight, and the timing is wrong. He wasn't sure if Sirius was still in America right now.

But since Sirius came here, he put his actions on hold because he was attacked. Then, as long as he is not dead, he will definitely set foot on the land of New York again.

According to Sirius' stubborn nature of not giving up until he reached his goal, Maca believed that his speculation should be correct.

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

In the end, finding Sirius and confirming its condition is naturally the top priority. He didn't want to never see that reckless, but passionate man with true temperament again.

After experiencing Dumbledore's death, Maca made one thing clear in his heart - even if he died, there should be a proper reason and a cemetery for people to pay tribute to.

Dead or alive, he should find that hopeless idiot.

After reconfirming that no one was watching, Maca took out his staff and stretched it forward. In his field of vision, the flow of magic power became faster, and the name of Sirius was outlined on the top of the staff.

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

But what you know is what you know, but how to apply it is a confusing subject.

It is not difficult for Maca to use magic to add meaning to his name, just like Voldemort did.

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

Using names to find people, even if you only perceive a general location, requires considerable energy to analyze the other person's personality, habits, appearance, experience, etc.

All in all, it is imperative to know as much as possible about each other.

Fortunately, Maca's knowledge of Sirius is quite rich, and he has been involved in both what he should know and what he should not know.

"...Hmm." A few minutes later, Maca shook his head.

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

In the process of detection and search, all the people or things related to Sirius will interfere with the detection, and the things that are more closely connected with it, the greater the interference.

Maca would have a headache if he took one of Sirius' treasures for himself.

But fortunately, Maca's confirmed target seems to be somewhere in New York. If you want to talk about the general direction...

"... West by Southwest?"

If he sensed another location, Maca's suspicion would definitely be stronger. But if it's also in New York, it's more likely to be Sirius himself.

After all, he had never heard that Sirius was still stranded in New York.

Without thinking about it, Maca put an illusion spell on himself, stepped on the heavy magic book and flew towards the direction of perception.

During the fast flight, the colorful city below Maca gradually receded, and he quietly left behind. Not long after, the lights below began to decrease, and the drowsiness of the night gradually became the main color in the field of vision.

The dark clouds overhead still looked heavy and oppressive, and the previous rain didn't look like it would be the last of the night. The tidal air kept whistling in Maca's ears, giving him the illusion of being wet.

He continued to fly forward at a place that was not too high above the city, but at a certain moment, as if he sensed something, the magic book under his feet whirled with his body, and suddenly dropped to the ground.

It was a narrow street with no one around, and the surrounding houses were not too tall, and not far away was a dense medium-sized residential area.

On both sides of this 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 is a little feeling of loneliness.

Maca didn't pay attention to the supermarket. After walking two quick steps, he turned decisively and walked to the side of an old-fashioned pizza shop.

This pizzeria looks older than the shops on both sides. Not only is the signboard damaged and faded, even the windows are only left with a frame around them.

And on the side doorknob of the pizzeria, there is a "closed business" notice.

The reason Maca noticed this pizzeria was because it was constantly exuding regular fluctuations in magic power, revealing the hidden magic spell.

"Anyway, let's go in and have a look..."

He lifted the illusion spell on his body, put away the somewhat conspicuous staff, and then reached out to hold the doorknob, and twisted it with a "click".

The door was opened smoothly by him, and he took a light step and walked inside. But his body didn't go to the pizzeria that he could see, but disappeared with a faint fluctuation.

The side door of the pizzeria was slowly closed, and a gust of wind blew past the door, blowing the old signboard next to the side door, and making a few "creaking" sounds.