Chapter 410

"... there used to be a strange old man living here. He was a herbalist, but he didn't seem to be very famous - at least I've never heard his name anywhere else."

"He didn't get a wife and have children all his life. He devoted his life to the poisonous tentacle. Well... He finally died under the sharp thorn and venom of the poisonous tentacle."

On the Bank of the Hudson river sits an old house that Muggles can't see.

Last night, Olivia and Abigail sisters came to this clean but empty house with Sirius phantom.

The scenery here is wonderful, with the fragrance of grass and soil everywhere. You can see the sparkling river not far away. There's really nothing bad except that the wind is stronger on this small slope.

At the back of the old house, a small garden was enclosed by the original owner with a wooden fence, but no one took care of it all the year round. It has been filled with weeds.

"Well, it's in the back garden -" Olivia said leisurely as she sat by the window of her room, enjoying the rising sun. "Before, there were poisonous tentacles, and no one dared to go in!"

"... really?"

Sirius was half lying and half sitting in bed, leaning against the pillow and squinting his eyes slightly to avoid the slightly dazzling sun outside the window.

"Yes!" Olivia said, rocking herself in her chair, "I was still studying in ifamani and had not learned about poison tentacles! For this, I went to the library to check a lot of information... Originally, the leaves of poison tentacles are valuable! Each one is worth 35 dargots!"

"Oh, that's expensive," Sirius said casually.

The 35 Zhuo pots in the North American magic world are equivalent to 10 golden galleons in the British magic world - that's really expensive, but Sirius is not very interested in the topic of poisonous tentacles at present.

The middle of the night passed and it was already dawn, but his physical condition did not improve at all. Although he used too many spells in his escape and suffered an attack from the black fog, he would not be like this.

Olivia had already given him magic medicine, and most of the injuries were getting better, but he still couldn't use half of the spell - his ability to make a feather float was gone.

The thought that there was something urgent to do could hardly hide his anxiety.

Early this morning, in fact, not long ago, Sirius asked Abigail to post a letter for him.

That's actually a very kind girl. Although she said unforgiving words last night, she helped him take out his robe later.

But it's a pity that before the robe came into real use, it ran into the enemy.

"... it's good to escape smoothly."

Sirius shook his head at the thought.

At that time, when he was chased and killed, he deeply realized the power of the strange black fog. For a time, he was forced to only move in a short distance, but could not concentrate on further places.

The speed is fast, the resistance to the spell is high, and the destructive power is surprisingly strong. One or two wizards alone can't deal with that unreasonable thing - even Auror of the Ministry of magic.

So when Abigail came upstairs to tell them that there were enemies, he immediately asked them to start casting a long-range phantom shift to escape there.

It seems that his choice is correct. At least he didn't hurt the two girls, which is the best proof.

"... poisonous tentacles are very aggressive, that is, their seeds will rattle if they don't move!"

Olivia was still talking about the poisonous tentacles, as if she wouldn't get tired of singing a monologue alone.

"Oh, really?" Sirius forced himself to wait patiently.

To be honest, he said, "ah --" Abigail suddenly regained his mind and smiled shyly, "right away! Right away!"

She hurriedly filled out the mailing list. After she reconfirmed it, she hurried to hand it to the counter clerk. I saw that the other party stamped the postmark without hesitation, and then threw it into the letter basket behind him, which is regarded as a temporary disposal.

After delivering the letter to the post office, Abigail quickly walked out of the post office hall. She hesitated on the steps at the entrance of the hall, and finally gave up her plan to go home and have a look.

Anyway, I have to postpone my business trip. I'll leave my luggage at home for the time being! She was about to move out of here. Unexpectedly, there was a cold behind her. Then she found that she couldn't move.

"Sorry, this beautiful lady... Please come with me!"

A rather gentle voice sounded behind her. Then she only felt a blank in her mind, and an unparalleled sense of happiness suddenly rose in the bottom of her heart.

"Follow me."

It was that voice again, but this time it sounded in her heart. The voice seemed to have some irresistible magic that made her involuntarily want to obey.

No, or she didn't want to resist at all. Because she felt that she was the happiest only if she obeyed that order.

Immediately Abigail turned around, followed behind a young wizard in a delicate wizard's robe, and slowly left in a certain direction.

The young wizard is naturally Maka. When he left Jackson Square to track Joshua last night, he didn't take back all the eight eyed giant spiders he scattered to search. Who knows, when he came back here early this morning with those children, he got a piece of good news from a little guy.

In the post office, a witch with the smell of Sirius appeared.

According to Maka's understanding of spiders, spiders' sense of smell is absolutely not sharp in both magical and ordinary biological circles. The harvest this time can only be said to be a coincidence.

Just now, when Maka saw the little girl directly, he finally confirmed that there was no deviation in the coincidence merger.

Last night, he only saw one of the two wizards, and he ran away from her. Who thought she dared to show up here today?

Maka, who has always had doubts about "luck", really wants to say lucky this time.

He took Abigail, who had been cursed by him, and walked down the street to the west side. As the number of pedestrians decreased, they came to the humble hut soon.

This is the place Joshua proposed to temporarily accommodate the children. After all, there are those baby eight eyed giant spiders patrolling and monitoring around Jackson Square. The degree of security is naturally higher than that in other places.

"Squeak --"

Maka opened the door and walked into the shed. There were more than a dozen children sitting or lying in a small space, which made it look a little crowded.

He went inside the door and stepped aside. Abigail behind him was in a trance. She walked forward with her eyes straight, and then stood at the door.

Maka waved casually, and the door of the shed closed with a "creak".

"Are you hungry? Have something to eat first -"

He took out his staff and gently pointed to the round table in the middle. On it, a large bread basket filled with all kinds of freshly baked bread immediately appeared out of thin air.

Beside the basket, several pots were steaming, and a wonderful smell of milk floated from the mouth of the pot and filled the whole house.