Chapter 768

"Ms. St. Guiana, I knew you were wrong about this! In a weather like today, some of you who can't sleep at night will choose to walk around..."

At the moment, Maka is standing next to a small building with a black umbrella. He raised his head and looked up over the edge of the umbrella - it was a closed window. Because of the reflection, he couldn't see anything in the window.

But in fact, from here, you can vaguely sense the magic wave from that room.

"Yes, today's young people can't stand loneliness. They will prefer busy days." next to Maka, Saint Guina held another umbrella and whispered, "Oh, but you know, I'm not very old in the family."

"Of course, if you're interested, I can invite you to Professor Slughorn's little activity another day," Marka nodded, looked up and said casually. "He also likes excitement... I'll inform him in advance, so he might prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you?"

"I hear he'll teach at Hogwarts again?" Saint Guiana smiled. "I'll look forward to it."

Just behind them, a teenager who looked at the most 17 or 18 years old stroked his wet hair with his hand and looked at Maka and St. Guiana with doubts.

He is also a vampire, and this place is where he brought Marca and St. Guiana.

Vampires are very sensitive to fresh and flowing blood, but they are more sensitive to blood containing magic. Therefore, they have rarely shot Muggles since ancient times, because in their view, the blood of wizards with just good magic content will be more delicious.

Oh! By the way, they seem to call the magic in the blood "blood energy".

Well, well... It doesn't matter whether you mention such unimportant knowledge or not. After all, it has always been a fact that wizards are more and more powerful than vampires. It's never easy to suck a wizard's neck.

To get back to the point, as Marka just mentioned - he guessed that vampires would walk around London today, and the man he was tracking appeared here.

If you want to ask what is most likely to have a certain clue, it is undoubtedly some members of the London headquarters of the vampire tolerance Association.

Then the facts proved that his guess was absolutely right!

"Seriously, I thought we needed to let everyone around! But the result was better than I expected," said Marca, suddenly retracting her eyes and taking them out of her waist pocket.

"Thank you!" he turned to the young vampire. "If you don't mind, I'll buy your breakfast today!"

After that, Maka took out a glass tube of scarlet slurry and handed it to the boy as big as he looked.

"This was originally prepared for some little guys, but later I think they actually prefer to eat meat directly."

While he was talking, he stretched out his left hand and patted the cuff of his right hand, and patted back several small black spots.

The young man nodded and hesitated to take the large test tube.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Marca shrugged and then turned around again. "Ms. Saint Guiana, I think I should go up and have a look... Oh, thank you very much for your trouble today."

"No, don't do that. This is what we should do for you..." Saint Guina pursed her mouth and watched Maka go to the back door of the building.

"Grandma, don't you think you should keep up? My mother always says that the more active you are when chasing a man, the more effective it is." under the rain and fog, the boy looked at St. Guina and whispered.

But when Saint Guiana heard it, he immediately gave him an angry stare.

"Don't call me 'grandma'!"

……

"The generation of vampires is really hard to understand."

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maka couldn't help shaking her head while listening to the conversation outside. With such a feeling, he raised his legs and went up the stairs.

According to the sense of magic, the guys who had escaped from him once were on the top floor of the building. So far, there has been no change.

As he went up, he was closer to the source of the magic wave, and his perception of the target became clearer and clearer.

"... two missing?"

Yes, he could feel that there were only three people in that room. Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage taken away, Mr. Smith, deputy director of owl post office in Xuegang street, seems to be lying horizontally inside.

"You have to make sure you're alive -" she silently walked to the door of the room, and Maka whispered in her heart, "you can't miss it like last time."

As he was saying this, he glanced at the gate, then avoided it and went to the next wall.

There are some magic spells cleverly arranged on the door. It takes too much time to crack them. If there is a better breakthrough point, why does he have to pick the place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out to the slightly yellowing wall and tapping it a few times, Maka spread her right hand and shook it. Then more than ten little spiders quickly ran into his palm and were loosely held by him.

The next moment, when he held his fist and went straight to the part of the wall close to the ground, the seemingly thick and solid wall also appeared a round hole under the action of deformation.

"Very good."

The opposite side of the wall seems to be a sofa or something. Opening a hole here is obviously not dangerous to be found. Maka stretched out her fist directly, and then put the reduced alienated eight eyed giant spider into it.

A moment later, he no longer had any scruples. With a decisive wave of his hand, he expanded the hole to the size of his body. After removing the cabinet opposite the hole in the wall, he went straight into the room in front of him.

"Oh," said Marca, smiling as she looked around the room, "I think it's time to teach you how to distinguish people other than me."

It was not beyond Maka's expectation that all three people inside were completely petrified - yes, even the unlucky Smith still lying unconscious on the table.

"Another bottle of Mandela revival potion to waste," he whispered as he took out the bottle and poured it on Smith. "The main materials are not cheap at all."

While Maka tried to wake up the hostages, the other two people in the room were looking at this side. At their feet, there were several small spiders crawling around.

Obviously, this is what Maka needs.

Before long, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a dull face.

He first looked at Maka in front of him, then turned his dull eyes and glanced around, as if to find out the specific situation he was in.

"Ah... What happened?"

The effect of the medicine continues to complete its mission, which makes Mr. Smith wake up at last, but it will take some time to carry out his activities normally.

"Remember?" Marca stuffed the empty potion bottle back to her waist. "You were kidnapped by a group of black wizards at the door of her house."

"Oh, this... Is terrible." Smith said slowly. "Are you the kidnapper?"

"I wish I were. In that case, I don't have to walk around London in the rain." Marca sighed and looked down into each other's eyes. "My time is not easy, so... Offended."

Before the words fell, Smith, who was still recovering, suddenly felt a sudden shock in his forehead, and his eyes became a little dull.

Soon, Maka suddenly raised her head, slightly closed her eyes and sorted out her thoughts.

Just as he was reading Smith's memory, he found a memory accurately. Because the time is not far away, the memory is still quite clear, and what deserves his attention is the conversation before the other half of the black wizard suddenly turned back.

"... there was a real infighting?"

After a while, Maka glanced thoughtfully at the other two petrified "statues" in the room, and kept thinking about the conversation between Asa and Milian at that time.

Because Smith couldn't understand the two people's language at all, the voice memory of the dialogue was very vague. It seems that ASA didn't care that Smith was present during the dialogue.

After continuing to ponder, Maka turned and walked straight to one of the "statues" in the house.

"That sounds like Hebrew, and it seems to mention the Ministry of magic and Azkaban... And my name," he said as he walked, "but it doesn't matter if you can't hear clearly. There are two clients here!"

……

"Hiss -"

Almost at the same time, in the southern suburbs of London, near Max roach park.

"ASA, what's the matter?"

On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam and ASA are holding an umbrella and driving calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.

But at this time, Milian suddenly found that the umbrella on her head and ASA around her stopped.

"That McClane must have found them."

ASA took a piece of parchment cut into palm size from his pocket. You can see that there are many personal names on the paper.

However, at this time, two of the names exuded unusual cold, so that the rich water vapor in the air formed a thin layer of frost on the position of the letters.

"The chill just now was like a knife point stabbing my thigh," ASA looked at the parchment with continuous frost marks, and the wind shook the parchment constantly. "I think... It's a sign of losing life in a moment."