"Ms. Saint-Guinea, I knew you were the wrong person to prepare this matter! In weather like today, there will always be some of you who can't sleep at night who will choose to go out for a walk..."
At this moment, Maka was holding a black umbrella and standing next to a small building. He raised his head and looked over the edge of the umbrella to the higher place - it was a closed window. Due to the reflection, he couldn't actually see anything inside the window from where he stood.
But in fact, from here, the magic power fluctuations coming from that room can be vaguely sensed.
"Yes, today's young people can't stand loneliness. They prefer the daytime when there are many people." Next to Maka, Saint Guina held up another umbrella and said softly, "Oh, but you have to know , I’m not that old among the clan.”
"Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to Professor Slughorn's small event another day," Maka nodded, looking up and said casually, "He also likes to be lively... I will inform him in advance. So maybe he will prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you?"
"I heard that he will teach at Hogwarts again?" St. Guinna said with a smile, "I will look forward to it."
And just behind them, a boy who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old at most smoothed his wet hair with his hands and looked at Maka and Saint Guina chatting with confusion.
He is also a vampire, and he brought Maca and Saint Guina to this place.
Vampires are very sensitive to fresh flowing blood, but they are even more sensitive to blood containing magic. Therefore, they have rarely taken action against Muggles since ancient times, because in their opinion, the blood of wizards with just the right amount of magic power will be more delicious.
oh! By the way, they seem to call the magic in blood "blood energy".
Okay, okay... It doesn't matter whether I mention this kind of irrelevant knowledge now. After all, wizards are more powerful than vampires. This has always been a fact. It has never been easy to suck a wizard's neck.
Let's get back to the topic, just like what Maka mentioned just now - he guessed that there would probably be a vampire walking around London today, and the person he was tracking appeared here.
If you want to ask who is most likely to have some clues at present, it is undoubtedly some members of the London headquarters of the Vampire Tolerance Association.
Then the facts proved that his guess was absolutely correct!
"To be honest, I thought we needed to let everyone walk around! But the result is better than I expected," Maka said, suddenly retracting her gaze from a distance, and dug into the pocket on her waist. dig.
"Thank you!" He turned around and said to the young vampire, "If you don't mind, I'll treat you to your 'breakfast' today!"
After that, Maka took out a glass tube of scarlet liquid and handed it to the boy who looked about the same age as him.
"It was originally meant for the little guys, but then I thought they actually preferred to eat the meat directly."
While he was speaking, he stretched out his left hand and patted the sleeve of his right hand, and patted back a few small black spots that had popped up.
The young man nodded blankly and hesitantly reached out to take the large test tube.
"Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome," Maka shrugged, then turned around again and said, "Ms. Saint Guina, I think I should go up and have a look... Oh, I have to say, thank you very much for bothering you today."
"No, you don't have to do this. This is what we should do for you..." Shengguina pursed her lips and watched Maka go to the back door of the building.
"Grandma, don't you think you should follow him? Mom always said that the more active you are when chasing a man, the more effective it will be." Under the rain and fog, the young man looked at Saint Guina and suggested in a low voice.
But when Saint Guina heard this, he immediately glared at him angrily.
"Don't call me 'grandma'!"
…
"The hierarchy of vampires is really difficult to understand."
In the stairwell inside the back door, Maka couldn't help but shook her head secretly while listening to the conversation outside. After sighing with emotion, he lifted his legs and walked up the stairs.
According to the induction of magic power, the guys who had escaped from him once before were on the top floor of this building, and there had been no movement so far.
As he went higher, he got closer to the source of the magic wave, and his perception of the target gradually became 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, the deputy director of the Owl Post Office on Xuegang Street, seemed to be still lying inside.
"We have to make sure we stay alive—" Maka silently walked to the door of the room and said secretly in her heart, "We can't miss like last time this time."
As he spoke, he glanced at the door, then avoided it and walked to the wall next to it.
There are some cleverly placed enchantments on the door that would be too time-consuming to break. If there was a better breakthrough point, then why did he have to pick the place with the most obstacles
After reaching out and tapping the slightly yellowed wall a few times, Maka spread his right hand and grasped it, and then dozens of small spiders quickly ran into his palm and were held loosely by him. in hand.
The next moment, when he clenched his fist and reached towards the part of the wall close to the ground, a round hole appeared in the seemingly thick and solid wall under the influence of the transformation technique.
"very good."
There seemed to be a sofa or something on the opposite side of the wall. It was obvious that no one would be able to find a hole here. Maka stretched out her fist directly, and then put the shrunken alien Acromantula in one after another.
After a moment, he no longer had any scruples, and decisively expanded the hole to the size of his body with a wave of his hand. After moving a cabinet blocking the hole in the wall, he walked straight into the room in front of him.
"Oh," Maka looked around the room and couldn't help but smile, "I think it's time to teach you how to distinguish people other than me."
It did not go beyond Maka's expectations. Without exception, the three people inside were completely petrified - yes, even the unlucky Smith who was still lying unconscious on the table was also included.
"Another bottle of Mandrake Resurrection Potion is wasted," he muttered softly as he took out the bottle and poured it on Smith. "The main ingredient is not cheap at all."
While Maka was trying to wake up the hostages, the other two people in the room were also looking at this side "fixedly". At their feet, there were several small spiders crawling around.
Obviously, this is the effect Maca needs.
Not long after, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a dull expression.
He first glanced at Maka in front of him for a few times, and then he rolled his dull eyes and glanced around, as if he wanted to figure out the specific situation he was in.
"Ah... what happened...?"
The effect of the potion continued to complete its mission, which made Mr. Smith finally wake up, but it would still take some time before he could carry out normal activities.
"Do you remember?" Maka stuffed the empty potion bottle back into her waist, "You were kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards in front of your home."
"Oh, this... is really scary." Smith said slowly, "Are you the kidnapper?"
"I really hope I am. In that case, I don't have to walk around London in the rain." Maka sighed, then lowered her head and looked into the other person's eyes, "My time is not too generous. So... offended."
Before he finished speaking, Smith, who was still recovering, felt his forehead suddenly shake, and his eyes became slightly dull.
Soon, Maka suddenly raised her head and closed her eyes slightly to collect her thoughts.
Just when he was looking through Smith's memories, he found exactly one memory. Since the time was not that long ago, the memory was still quite clear, and the thing worthy of his attention was obviously the conversation before the other half of the black-robed wizard suddenly rebelled.
"...Is there really an internal strife?"
After a while, Maka glanced thoughtfully at the other two petrified "statues" in the room, constantly recalling the conversation between Asa and Miriam in her mind.
Because Smith did not understand the language of the two men at all, his memory of the conversation was vague. And this seemed to be the reason why Asaph didn't care about Smith's presence during the conversation.
After thinking about it for a while, Maka turned around and walked straight to one of the "statues" in the room.
"It 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 it clearly. There are still two parties involved. Here it is!”
…
"hiss-"
Almost at the same time, near "Max Roach Park" in the southern suburbs of London.
"Asaph, what's wrong?"
On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam and Asa were holding an umbrella together, walking calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.
But at this moment, Miriam suddenly found that the umbrella above her head and Asa beside her stopped.
"That MacLean must have found them."
Asaph took out a piece of parchment cut into palm-sized pieces from his pocket. It could be seen that there were many personal names on the paper.
However, at this time, two of the names exuded an unusual coldness, so much so that the rich moisture in the air formed a thin layer of frost on the letters.
"The chill just now was like the tip of a knife piercing my thigh." Asaph looked at the parchment that continued to have frost marks, and the wind made the parchment tremble constantly. "I think... I lost it in an instant. signs of life."