Chapter 404

"Bang!"

Behind Maka, who was running at high speed, a partition wall was smashed by the two clouds of black fog. The broken blocks of red bricks mixed with cement debris splashed the whole street behind the wall.

In the rising dust, the black fog seemed to rush out imperceptibly, and still came straight after Maka.

"... interesting," Marca looked back, but his curiosity made him eager to try. He wished he could catch the two silent people immediately and study them. "Greenward really studied some interesting things."

When he crossed the roadway again, smoothly climbed over the wall and came to another street, he quickly took a step to the side and easily completed the sudden turn in the high speed.

The entrance of Jackson Trade Square is over there. It's very close.

Maka bypassed a bus stop sign, jumped over the green belt without stopping, and stood steadily in front of the floor glass window of a watch shop.

Then he calmly turned and stood, his right hand gently resting on the glass of the window.

Just a few seconds later, the two regiments of black fog followed him across the roof, carrying the splashing debris in an arc in the air, dragging a long tail like soot towards him.

"Yes, that's right - it's here." Maka stared at the two black fog, stretched out her left hand as if calling, "come on!"

He didn't need to say hello at all. The black fog came straight to him without hesitation, and the speed even increased a little.

At the moment when the black fog was like an inky meteor in front of him, the window glass on his right hand suddenly looked like a piece of water thrown into stones, and several circles of ripples spread quietly.

At the next moment, Maka fell into the glass, and the two black fog that hit him successively swallowed him one by one.

Before long, the translucent water lines gradually flattened and turned into hard glass again.

……

The window glass is connected by an uneven brick wall.

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 Trade Square is like the Muggle street outside. Only the hanging lamps for lighting are silently emitting deep yellow.

The night of wizards is lonely and quiet. Compared with Muggles with rich and colorful night life, wizards with slightly poor entertainment concept usually sleep earlier.

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

I'm afraid the place that can become lively at night is like the wizard bar that Maka just left before?

The number of wizards is really small. They live too scattered, and most of them live more freely. Unless it is a highly organized event like the Quidditch World Cup, a decent number of participants can be gathered.

At this moment, in this deserted alley, in the brick wall that never looked strong, a figure suddenly appeared and rushed to the square outside the alley without delay.

Followed by two groups of black fog with long tails, during which Mars is shrouded, which is particularly eye-catching in this 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, can't they?

As soon as Maka ran out of the alley, she caught a glimpse of a witch in a thick shawl for the first time.

The lady should look very old. Her face eroded by years is full of wrinkles. A head of snow-white hair was permed into a curly style, but it showed her dissatisfaction with her old heart.

It can be seen that the old witch should also be a rare beauty when she was young.

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

"Leave now... Madam!"

Marca roared in front of her, scared her to step back, stumbled under her feet, and was about to fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry -" Maka suddenly turned around and held her, "but this is really not the time... The air at night is a little damp. I don't think it's suitable for you to take a walk."

He held the old witch's back in one hand, and the magic wand in the other hand suddenly pointed forward, and two obstacle spells were released without any separation.

The black fog from the impact seemed to hit two invisible walls in a row. Suddenly, the speed decreased greatly, but it was still pushing towards him.

"The effect is not ideal..."

Maka mumbled, but her hand didn't stop. But he threw his sleeves decisively, and two shrunk eight eyed giant spiders fell to the ground, and then expanded immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the black spider, which was only the size of a thumb, turned into a terrible monster taller than a man.

"... stare at them," Marca ordered immediately.

As soon as the black fog, which was struggling to move forward in mid air, touched the sight of two eight eyed giant spiders, it quickly coated with a hazy gray and soon spread.

Before long, the black fog that was still flowing gradually stopped and completely turned into two groups of white fog floating quietly in the air.

If you have to describe it, it's like a super large marshmallow made of two balls of white granulated sugar.

"Oh, madam..." Maka turned her head and said politely, "you can stand firm."

He held the frightened old witch against the wall and stood still. Then he waved his magic wand and put the shrinking spell on the two eight eyed giant spiders behind him - Xiao Ba and Xiao 10.

"How are you, madam?" Marca smiled. "Do you need a bottle of 'tranquilizer'? It can help you relax..."

"Ah... No, no..." the old witch pulled the thick shawl on her body, looked at the two big marshmallows in mid air, and then shook her head slightly, "thank you, young man..."

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

"... well, it's probably because I've practiced brain sealing," Maka raised her eyebrows and looked at the old witch who looked quite old. "Madam, your mind taking is quite powerful?"

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

"I can feel it," Marca nodded. "It's a bit messy, intense, but not focused - ah! Can you keep a secret for me when you meet me tonight? It's just an accident, passing by -"

"Well, of course..."

The old witch answered casually, and then as if she didn't care about the chaos that had just happened, she asked a question that had nothing to do with it——

"Young man, are you from England?"

"Oh, you hear me?" Marca smiled. "I thought I had covered it up well..."

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

"That sounds good," Marca shrugged. "But I think I should go. I have to do something as soon as possible! Goodbye, madam!"

As he spoke, he reached out his staff and waved into the air. The two gray fog clouds immediately floated towards him.

But just as he was about to open the bag around his waist and tried to put the two balls of marshmallows in, the voice of the old witch sounded again behind him.

"Are there any silent people in the United States?"

"Hmm?" Marca stopped the hard plug and looked back at her in some surprise. "Have you seen them, madam?"

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

"Fate is so clever..." she said faintly. "I saw it once many years ago. It's really thrilling to say - but I don't hate that excitement."

As she was saying this, she suddenly frowned as if she thought of something and said, "however, this thing appears again... Isn't it very bad?"

Maka didn't answer this question. He just looked at the old witch again and vaguely touched somewhere in his heart.

He thought he should know the old lady, but he couldn't remember for a moment.

"... young man?"

The old witch's call interrupted Maka's thinking. He gently shook his head and put it aside for the time being - since he can't remember, it shouldn't be too important. Just think about it later.

"Oh, madam..." Maka said casually, "it's not good, but I'm dealing with it! It's terrible if it gets noisy in Muggle block, so I led them to the square."

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

"Well, I'll go first," Marca packed up everything, then waved her hand and said, "go home early! It's just rained, and the humidity outside is too heavy for you to go out for a walk..."

With that, he turned and walked towards the street next to the square, looking around quickly. If he guessed right, Sirius might be hiding somewhere in this wizard building.

Behind him, the old witch looked away at Maka's back and sighed with emotion.

"I haven't been to England for a long time, and I don't know how my sister and brother-in-law's family are doing? Go and have a look another day..." she said to herself with some nostalgia, "bake some bread with marmalade later..."