Chapter 400

After Marca separated from Harry that day, he left Hogwarts and disappeared into the bushes at the school gate.

As far as Sirius asked Hedwig to pass the blood book, he must be in a very bad situation. But since even Hedwig can fly away, it may still be in time.

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

……

New York, USA, 2 a.m.

Late at night New York is not dark.

Even if it has just rained, the dark clouds in the air have not dispersed with the night wind. The dazzling neon lights and a large number of traffic headlights illuminate the whole street as if it were day.

Muggle citizens who linger in the nightlife of New York walk fast or slow on the street and enjoy the unique wonderful air after the rain.

Just next to this busy street, in a dark and humid alley, a small spider is hanging upside down under the eaves of a bakery.

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

"Wow -"

A teenager with different clothes from Muggle suddenly appeared in the twisted space, and then sat down in the trash can directly below the spider.

"Call -"

The boy sighed subtly, and then waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, the trash can suddenly turned over for half a week and poured him out together with the garbage in it. Unexpectedly, the young man was agile and steady on the ground, and the garbage stagnated in mid air.

He held out his hand again and waved like dusting off the dust. The garbage can and all kinds of garbage in the air immediately returned to their original state like a rewind of the film.

This young man is naturally Maka.

Just like the last time he sneaked into the British Ministry of magic, he drew a positioning Rune on the stomach of each eight eyed giant spider. The flexible use of the door key can slightly alleviate the trouble that he can't move the normal phantom.

"Jet lag?" Maka looked around and said casually, "Xiao Ba, come down!"

Without raising his head, he waved to the eaves above, but saw the gray awn flash in the eyes of the spider crawling under the eaves, obediently loosened his eight legs and fell on the back of his hand.

"Don't look for such a place to lie down next time." Maka said angrily.

As he spoke, he reconfirmed that there were no Muggles... Or anything else. Then he turned and walked deep into the alley.

"Little eight, where's Sirius?"

In the dark alley where the street lights could not be found, he raised the back of his hand and asked the spider about the situation.

"... attack... Separate..."

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

But even so, in its creaking voice, the intermittent patchwork of words still seems quite scattered. It seems that to wait for them to have a smooth dialogue, Maka still needs to spend a lot of effort.

Because the time was not loose, Maka used the technique of taking the mind slightly, and read what Xiao Ba thought and saw gently and accurately.

"The silent...?"

Although the little eight hid near Sirius most of the time, its wisdom is not enough to understand what to observe.

During the days when Sirius left black's old house, except that he occasionally ran out to hunt while Sirius was resting, he hid in Sirius's broken robe all the time.

It was not until the moment when Sirius was suddenly attacked violently that it took the initiative to run out and join the battle to protect Sirius.

However, their opponent is several strange and powerful black fog.

To tell the truth, the alienated eight eyed giant spider improved by Maka's hand is really terrible. Although the snake monster's ability to stare at death does not seem to be fully inherited for some reasons, the petrification effect of its four pairs of gray eyes is outstanding.

Neither living creatures nor dead ghosts can escape the influence of petrified sight.

Even the silent black fog, which has not yet proved the specific essence of Maka, has covered a layer of gray visible to the naked eye under Xiao BA's gaze, and his action has become much slower.

Unfortunately, the silent attackers of Sirius were not one or two, but four!

Xiao Ba dragged two of them, but the black fog that could impact in the other direction forced Sirius to fight and avoid, which broke away from Xiao BA's protection range and disappeared.

"I hope Sirius can be safe..." Maka put Xiao Ba into the sleeve of the wizard's robe and frowned and thought, "the key is... What does he do in the United States?"

Harry's Owl Hedwig doesn't have a spell to maintain long-distance flight, and it's not right in terms of time. He is not sure whether Sirius is still in the United States.

But since Sirius came here, he shelved his action because of the attack. So, as long as he is not dead, he will set foot on the land of New York again.

According to Sirius's stubbornness to achieve his goal, Maka believes that her speculation should not be wrong.

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

In the end, looking for Sirius and confirming its status is naturally the first priority. He didn't want to never see the man who was reckless but had a warm blood.

After experiencing Dumbledore's death, Marca made it clear that even death should have a proper reason and a cemetery for people to pay attention to.

Dead or alive, he should find that hopeless fool.

After reconfirming that no one was watching, Maka took out the staff and stretched it out. In his vision, the flow of magic became fast, and the name of Sirius was outlined at the top of the staff.

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

But how to apply it is a complicated subject.

It is not difficult for Maka to add meaning to his name by magic, just as Voldemort did.

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

Using a name to find someone, even if you only perceive a general direction, you also need to spend considerable energy to analyze each other's personality, habits, appearance, experience and so on.

In a word, we must know each other as much as possible.

Fortunately, Maka has a rich understanding of Sirius, and he is involved in what he should know and what he should not know.

"... well." a few minutes later, Maka 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 exploration. The more closely related things are, the greater the interference will be.

If one of Sirius's treasures is taken for himself, Marca will have a headache.

Fortunately, however, the goal confirmed by Maka seems to be somewhere in New York. If you want to say the general direction

"... West southwest?"

If she sensed another location, Maka's suspicion would be stronger. But if it were the same, it would be more likely to be Sirius himself in New York.

After all, he hasn't heard of Sirius. Sirius was still stranded in New York.

Don't think about it any more. After Maka put a magic spell on herself, she stepped on the thick magic book and flew away in the direction of perception.

In the fast flight, the neon market under Maka gradually retreated and was quietly left behind by him. Before long, the light below began to decrease, and the darkness of the night slowly became the main color in the field of vision.

The dark clouds overhead still look thick and oppressive, and the previous rainfall doesn't seem to be the last rain of the night. The tidal air kept whistling in Maka's ears, making him have the illusion of being wet.

He continued to fly forward in a place not too high above the city, but at one moment, he seemed to notice something. The magic book at his feet whirled with his body and fell suddenly to the ground.

It was a narrow street without people, and the surrounding houses were not too high. Not far away was a dense medium-sized residential area.

On both sides of this street, shops that are no longer open at night are closed, and only one or two supermarkets are still on. In this silent street, beside the light yellow street lights, there is a sense of loneliness.

Marca didn't care about the supermarket. After taking two quick steps, he resolutely turned and walked to the side of an old pizza shop.

The pizza shop looks more old than the shops on both sides. Not only the signs are damaged and faded, but even the windows have only a circle of frames left.

On the side door handle of the pizza shop, there is a notice of "suspension of business".

The reason why Maka noticed this pizza shop is that it is constantly sending out regular magic waves, showing the hidden magic spell.

"In short, go and have a look first..."

He lifted the magic spell on his body, put away some conspicuous staff, and then reached out to hold the door handle, "click" to twist it.

The door was smoothly opened by him, and he took a light step inside. But his body didn't go to the pizza shop in sight, but disappeared with a faint wave.

The side door of the pizza shop closed slowly. A breeze blew in front of the door, blew the old signboard set up next to the side door, and made a few "crunchy" sounds.