Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 403: The Old Witch of Jackson Square

()"Boom!"

Behind Maca who was rushing at high speed, a partition wall was smashed to pieces by the two black fogs. Fragments of red bricks mixed with cement debris spread across the entire street behind the wall in a splash.

Amidst the rising dust, the black mist seemed to rush out without knowing it, still chasing straight towards Maca.

"...Interesting," Maca brought his gaze back to the front, but the curiosity in his heart made him eager to try. He wanted to catch the two silent people immediately and study it carefully. "Greenward really did some research. Something interesting."

When he crossed the alley again, surpassed the fence smoothly, and came to another street, he quickly took a step to the side and finished the sudden turn in the high speed with ease.

The entrance to Jackson Trade Plaza is just over there, very 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 calmly and stood, with his right hand lightly resting on the window glass.

Only a few seconds later, the two black mists that followed closely crossed the roof, engulfed in splashing rubble and drew an arc in the air, dragging the soot-like long tail towards him. Come.

"Yes, that's right—it's here." Maca's eyes fixed on the two black mists, and he stretched out his left hand as if calling out, "Come on!"

He didn't need to greet him at all. Hei Mist shot directly at him without hesitation, even faintly speeding up.

The moment the black mist approached him like an ink-colored meteor, the window glass on his right hand suddenly looked like a piece of water thrown into stones, and several ripples quietly spread.

The next moment, Maca fell into the glass, and the two clusters of black mist that impacted him were successively swallowed by that piece of glass together with him.

In a short time, the translucent water lines gradually calmed down and turned into hard glass again.

……

The window glass is connected by a jagged brick wall.

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

The Jackson Trade Plaza in the middle of the night is like the Muggle street outside, only the hanging lights for lighting emit a deep yellow color silently.

The wizard’s night is lonely and quiet. Compared to the Muggles with colorful night life, wizards with a slightly poorer entertainment concept usually sleep earlier.

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

It can become lively at night, maybe it's a place like the wizard bar where Maca just left before, right?

The number of wizards who are indeed not too many live in too scattered, and most of them live relatively 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 empty alley, in the brick wall that looks absolutely unsturdy, a figure suddenly appeared, and he rushed towards the square outside the alley without any delay. Past.

Followed by two groups of black mist trailing a long tail, sparks lingering in the middle, it is particularly eye-catching in this dim night.

"...Huh? Someone?"

Although most wizards go to bed early, there are always some exceptions, no matter what. This is the land shared by wizards, and no one can force others not to take a walk at night, isn't it?

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

This lady seems to be very old, and her face eroded by the years is full of wrinkles. Her snow-white hair was perm and turned into a curly pattern, but it showed her unwillingness to accept the old.

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

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

"Leave now...Madam!"

Maca whizzed past her, scared her to take a step back, staggered under her feet, and she was about to fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry--" Maca turned her direction suddenly, turned around and supported her, "But this is really not the time... The air at night is a bit damp, I think it's probably not It's perfect for you to take a walk."

He held the old witch's back in one hand, and the staff in the other hand suddenly pointed forward, casting two obstacle spells in succession without a gap.

The black mist that followed the impact seemed to hit two invisible walls in succession, and the speed was reduced suddenly, but it was still squeezing toward him.

"The effect is not ideal..."

Maca mumbled, but his hands didn't stop. But seeing him flicking his sleeve decisively, two shrunken eight-eyed giant spiders fell on the ground inconspicuously, and then immediately swelled.

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

"...Give them a look." Maca ordered immediately.

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

It didn't take long before the black mist that was still flowing gradually stopped, completely turned into two white mist clusters floating quietly in the air.

If I have to describe it, it is like a super-large marshmallow made from two **** of white sugar.

"Oh, madam..." Maca turned her head and said politely, "You can stand firm."

He helped the somewhat frightened old witch and stood against the wall. Then he waved his staff and cast the shrinking curse again on the two eight-eyed giant spiders behind him-Xiao Ba and Xiao Shi.

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

"Ah...no, no need..." The old witch tugged at the thick shawl on her body, stopped her eyes on the two large cotton candy **** in mid-air, and then shook her head slightly, "Thank you You, young man..."

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

"...Well, probably because I have practiced Occlumency," Maca raised his brows, and he looked at the elder witch who seemed to be quite old. "Madam, yours Sensationalism 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, high intensity, but not focused--ah! You met me tonight, can you keep a secret for me? It’s just by chance, passing by—"

"Well, of course..."

The old witch replied casually, and then, as if not caring about the chaos that happened just now, she asked an irrelevant question--

"Young man, are you from England?"

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

"No, you said it well, I'm just more familiar with the London accent..." the old witch said nostalgic, "my sister now lives in England, and she married a handsome girl when she was young British guy."

"That sounds good," Maca shrugged, "but I think I should go now, and there are still things I have to do as soon as possible! Goodbye, madam!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his staff and made a move toward the air, and the two gray-white mists immediately floated towards him.

But when he was about to open the bag around his waist, trying to put the two **** of marshmallows in like this, the voice of the old witch suddenly sounded behind him again.

"Are there still silent people in America...?"

"Huh?" Maca stopped his hard cuffs, turned around and looked at her in surprise, "Madam, have you seen them too?"

The old witch tightened her shawl tightly again, showing a reminiscence expression. 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 the excitement."

As she was talking, she suddenly seemed to have thought of something, frowning and saying: "However, this thing has appeared again... Isn't this bad?"

Maca didn't answer this question, he just looked at the old witch before him again, vaguely moved somewhere in his heart.

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

"...young people?"

The call of the old witch interrupted Maca’s thinking. He shook his head slightly and put the matter aside for the time being. Since I can’t remember it, it shouldn’t be too important~ IndoMTL .com~Think about it later.

"Oh, ma'am..." Maca casually said, "It's not good, but I'm dealing with it! If it's a mess in the Muggle neighborhood, I will lead them to the square. Here comes the edge."

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

"Then, I'll go first," Maca packed everything up, then waved his hand, "Go home early! It just rained, and the humidity outside is too heavy for you. Come out for a walk..."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the street next to the square, looking around quickly. If he guessed correctly, Sirius might be hiding somewhere in this wizarding building.

Behind him, the old witch looked at the back of Maca's departure and sighed with emotion.

"It's been a while since I went to the UK, and I don’t know how my sister and brother-in-law are doing? Let’s take a look some other day..." She muttered to herself with some nostalgia, "Go back and bake some oranges. Soy bread..."