Chapter 767 Frost List

Ms. Saint Guena, I knew you were the one to prepare for this matter! In weather like today, some of you who can't sleep at night will choose to take a walk...

At this moment, Maca is holding a black umbrella and standing beside a small building. He raised his head and looked up over the edge of the umbrella—it was a tightly closed window, and because of the reflection, he couldn't actually see anything inside the window standing here.

But in fact, from here, one can already vaguely sense the fluctuation of magic power coming out of that room.

Yes, today's young people can't bear to be lonely, they would prefer the daytime when there are many people. Beside Maca, Saint Guina held up another umbrella and said softly, Oh, but you have to know , I am not too old in the clan.

Of course, if you are interested, I can invite you to participate in Professor Slughorn's small event another day, Maca nodded, looking up and casually said, He also likes to be lively... I will notify you in advance He said, so maybe he will prepare an authentic 'red velvet cake' for you?

I heard that he will teach at Hogwarts again? St. Guena smiled and said, I will look forward to it.

And just behind the two of them, a boy who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most stroked his wet hair with his hands, and looked at Maca and Sanguina talking nonsense with a puzzled face.

He is also a vampire, and he brought Maca and Saint Guena to this place.

Vampires are sensitive to fresh, flowing blood, but even more sensitive to magical blood. Therefore, they have rarely attacked Muggles since ancient times, because in their opinion, the blood of wizards with just enough magic power will be more delicious.

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

Well, well... It doesn't matter whether you mention such insignificant knowledge now or not. After all, wizards are more powerful than vampires, and this has always been a fact. It has never been easy to suck the necks of wizards.

Getting back to the topic, just as Maca mentioned just now—he guessed that there might be a vampire walking in London today, and the person he was tracking had 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 Society.

Then it turned out that his guess was right!

To be honest, I thought we needed to let everyone go around! But the result was better than I expected, Maca said, suddenly withdrew his gaze from looking up, and took out a piece of paper from his waist pocket. dig.

Thank you! He turned to the young vampire and said, If you don't mind, I'll invite you for 'breakfast' today!

After finishing speaking, Maca took out a glass tube of scarlet slurry, and handed it to the boy who seemed to be his age.

It was originally prepared for some little guys, but then I think they actually prefer to eat meat directly.

While he was talking, he stretched out his left hand and patted the cuff of the sleeve of his right hand, and patted back a few small black spots that had popped out.

The boy nodded in a daze, and hesitantly stretched out his hand to take the large test tube.

Thank you, sir.

You're welcome, Maca shrugged, then turned around again and said, Ms. Sanguina, I think I should go up and have a look... Oh, sorry to trouble you today, I have to say, thank you very much.

No, there's no need to do this, this is what we should do for you... Sanguina pursed his lips and watched Maca go to the back door of the building.

Grandma, don't you think you should follow? 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 boy looked at Sanguina and suggested in a low voice.

But when Saint Guena heard it, he immediately glared at him angrily.

Don't call me 'Grandma'!

...

The generation of vampires is really difficult to understand.

In the stairwell inside the back door, Maca couldn't help shaking his head secretly when he heard the conversation outside. After a moment of emotion, he raised his legs and walked up the stairs.

According to the induction of magic power, the guys who escaped from him once before are on the top floor of this building, and there has been no change so far.

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

... two are missing?

Yes, he could feel that there were only three people in that room. Fortunately, among the three people, the only hostage who was taken away—Mr. Smith, the deputy director of the Owl Post Office on Xuegang Street, seemed to be still lying horizontally inside.

You have to make sure you survive— Maca walked to the door of the room without a sound, and said inwardly, This time, I can't miss like last time.

As he was speaking, he glanced at the gate, then avoided it and walked to the side wall.

There are some cleverly placed charms on the door that would take too long to break. If there is a better breakthrough point, why should he choose the place with the most obstacles?

After reaching out his hand to the slightly yellowed wall and tapping it a few times, Maka stretched out his right hand, and then a dozen little spiders quickly ran into his palm, and he held it loosely. hands.

And the next moment, when he clenched his fist and went straight to the part of the wall near the ground, a round hole appeared in the seemingly thick and solid wall under the effect of the deformation technique.

very good.

The opposite side of the wall seems to be a sofa or something, and it is obvious that a hole is opened here so that no one will find it. Maca stretched out his fist directly, and then put the shrunken alienated acromantula into it all at once.

After a while, he no longer had any scruples, and decisively waved his hand to expand the hole to the size of his body. After removing a cabinet blocking the hole in the wall, he walked straight into the room in front of him.

Oh, Maca glanced around the room and couldn't help laughing, I think I should teach you how to distinguish people other than me.

It was not beyond Maca'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 will be wasted, he muttered softly as he took out the bottle and poured it on Smith. The main materials are not cheap at all.

While Maca was trying to wake up the hostages, the other two people in the room were also fixedly looking at this side. At their feet, there were several little spiders crawling around non-stop.

Obviously, this is the desired effect of Maca.

Not long after, poor Mr. Smith finally opened his heavy eyelids with a blank expression.

He first glanced at Maca in front of him a few times, then turned his sluggish eyeballs and glanced around, as if trying to figure out the specific situation he was in.

Ah... what happened... what happened?

The effect of the potion was still continuing to complete its mission, which made Mr. Smith finally wake up, but it still took a certain amount of time before he could carry out normal activities.

Remember? Maca stuffed the empty potion bottle back into his waist, You were kidnapped by a group of black-robed wizards at your door.

Oh, this...is scary. Smith said slowly, Are you the kidnapper?

I really wish I was. In that case, I don't have to wander around London in the rain. Maca sighed, then looked down into the other's eyes, My time is not too loose, So... offended.

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

Soon, Maca raised his head suddenly, closed his eyes slightly and sorted out his thoughts.

Just when he was flipping through Smith's memory just now, he found a memory exactly. Since the time is not too far from now, that memory is still quite clear, and what deserves his attention is obviously the conversation before the other half of the black-robed wizards suddenly betrayed.

... Is there really an internal strife?

After a while, Maca glanced thoughtfully at the other two petrified statues in the room, constantly recalling the conversation between Asaph and Miriam in his mind.

Because Smith could not understand the two men's language at all, the vocal memory of that conversation is vague. And this seems to be the reason why Yasa at the time didn't care about Smith's presence during the conversation.

After continuing to ponder for a while, Maca turned around and walked straight to one of the statues in the room.

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 other parties involved Here it is!

...

hiss--

Almost at the same time, in the southern suburbs of London, near Max Roach Park.

Asa, what's wrong?

On the sidewalk next to the park, Miriam was holding an umbrella with Asaph, and was driving along the road calmly like other Muggle pedestrians.

But at this moment, Miriam suddenly noticed that the umbrella above her head and Asa beside her stopped.

That McLean must have found them.

Yasa took out a piece of parchment cut into palm-sized pieces from his pocket, and it could be seen that there were many personal names on that piece of paper.

However, at this time, two of the names exuded unusual coldness, so that the thick moisture in the air formed a thin layer of frost on the position of the letters.

The chill just now was like the tip of a knife piercing my thigh. Asa looked at the parchment with continuous frost marks, and the parchment was shaking unceasingly due to the wind, I think... it was just a moment. Signs of life lost.