Chapter 403 The Old Witch of Jackson Square

( ) "boom!"

Behind Maca, who was running at high speed, a partition wall was shattered by the two clouds of black mist, and the fragments of red brick mixed with cement debris spread across the entire street behind the wall in a splashing manner.

Amidst the rising dust, the black mist seemed to rush out unconsciously, still chasing Maca straight.

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

When he passed through the alleyway again, climbed over the fence smoothly, 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's Trade Square is over there, and it's pretty 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 and stood up calmly, with his right hand lightly resting on the glass of the window.

Only a few seconds later, the two clusters of black mist followed over the roof, enveloping the flying debris and drawing an arc in the air, dragging their soot-like long tail towards him.

"Yes, that's right—it's here." Maca stared at the two clouds of black mist, stretched out his left hand and beckoned, "Come on!"

He didn't need to call at all, the black mist shot straight at him without hesitation, and the speed even sped up a little bit.

At the moment when the black mist approached him like a black meteor, the window glass on which his right hand rested suddenly seemed like a piece of water on which stones were thrown, and several circles of ripples quietly spread out.

The next moment, Maca fell into the glass, and the two clouds of black mist that hit him followed one after another, and he was engulfed by the glass one by one.

Not long after, the translucent water lines gradually calmed down and turned into hard glass again.

...

What the window glass connected to was a jagged brick wall.

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

Late at night, Jackson's Trade Square is like the Muggle street outside,

Only the hanging lamps for lighting are quietly exuding a deep dim yellow.

A wizard's night is lonely and quiet. Compared with Muggles, who have a rich and colorful night life, wizards with a little less entertainment concept usually go to bed earlier.

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

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

The really small number of wizards live too scattered, and most of them live relatively freely. Unless it's a highly organized event like the Quidditch World Cup, it can't get a decent number of participants.

At this moment, in this deserted alley, in that brick wall that looked absolutely not solid, a figure suddenly appeared, and rushed towards the square outside the alley without hesitation.

Followed by two groups of black mist with long tails, sparks linger in the middle, which is particularly eye-catching in this dim yellow 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, right?

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

The lady seemed to be very old, her face eroded by the years was full of wrinkles. Her snow-white hair was permed into a curly style, but it showed her unyielding heart.

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

But after all, he was no longer young, and he didn't know what he was doing running out so late.

"Leave immediately... madam!"

Maca whizzed by in front of her, making her take a step back in fright, staggering under her feet, and she was about to fall down.

"Oh, I'm sorry——" Maca made a wrong step, turned around suddenly, and turned around to support her, "But this is really not the time... The air at night is a bit damp, I think it might not be suitable for you for a walk."

He supported the back of the old witch with one hand, and pointed the staff in the other hand forward suddenly, and cast two impediment spells without interval.

The black mist that came after it seemed to hit two invisible walls in a row, and the speed was greatly reduced immediately, but it was still squeezing towards him.

"The effect is not ideal..."

Maca muttered in his mouth, but his hands didn't stop. But he flicked his sleeves decisively, and the two shrunken acromantulas fell to the ground inconspicuously, and then swelled up immediately.

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

"...glaring at them." Maca ordered immediately.

The black mist that was struggling to move forward in mid-air, as soon as it came into contact with the sight of the two giant spiders, was quickly coated with a layer of hazy gray and spread quickly.

Not long after, the black mist that was still flowing gradually stopped, and completely turned into two white mist clusters floating quietly in the air.

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

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

He helped the old witch who was still in shock to stand against the wall, and then he waved his staff and cast the shrinking spell on the two giant eight-eyed spiders behind him——Little Ba and Xiao Ten.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Maca smiled. "Do you need a bottle of 'sedative potion'? It can help you calm down..."

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

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

"...Well, it's probably because I have practiced Occlumency." Maca frowned, and looked at the old witch with a little hesitation, "Ma'am, your Legilimency The technique is quite powerful, isn't it?"

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

"I can feel it," Maca nodded. "It's a bit messy, with a lot of intensity, but it's not focused—ah! When you meet me tonight, can you keep a secret for me? It's just a coincidence, Just passing by—"

"Well, of course..."

The old witch answered casually, and then, as if she didn't care about the chaotic scene just now, she asked an irrelevant question——

"Young man, are you from England?"

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

"No, you speak very well, I'm simply familiar with the London accent..." The old witch said with some nostalgia, "My sister lives in England now, and she married a handsome British guy when she was young .”

"That sounds good," Maca shrugged, "but I think it's time for me to go, and there are still things I have to do as soon as possible! So goodbye, ma'am!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his magic staff and made a move towards the air, and the two clusters of gray-white mist immediately drifted towards him.

But when he was about to open the bag at his waist and try to stuff the two balls of marshmallows in like this, the old witch's voice suddenly sounded from behind him again.

"Are there...there are still silent people in the United States?"

"Huh?" Maca stopped her thrusting movements, and looked back at her in surprise, "Ma'am, have you seen them too?"

The old witch tightened her shawl again, showing an expression of reminiscence. 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 that thrill."

While she was talking, she suddenly seemed to have thought of something, frowned and said, "However, this thing appeared again... Isn't this very bad?"

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

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

"……young people?"

The old witch's call interrupted Maca's thinking, he shook his head lightly, and put the matter aside for the time being - since he couldn't remember it, it shouldn't be too important. Row.

"Oh, ma'am..." Maca said casually, "It's not good, but I'm dealing with it! It would be a big deal if there was a disturbance in the Muggle district, so I led them to the square. .”

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

"Then, I'll go first," Maca packed up her things, then waved her hands and said, "Go home early! It's just rained, and the humidity outside is too heavy, so it's not suitable for you to go for a walk... ..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the street next to the square, while quickly observing the surroundings. If he guessed correctly, Sirius was probably hiding somewhere in this wizarding building.

Behind him, the old witch looked at Maca's leaving back and let out a sigh of relief.

"I haven't been to England for a long time, and I don't know how my sister and brother-in-law are doing. Let's go and see some other day..." She said to herself with some nostalgia, "Bake some bread with marmalade later. Bar……"