Westview was located in New Jersey.
With its lovely, welcoming scenery, it was a typical American small town.
Rows of houses stretched past him.
He drew his wand, laid it in his right palm, and murmured, "Point the way, trace the trail."
The wand spun rapidly in his palm, wavering without any sign of stopping.
At the sight, John knitted his brows.
This spell could find the person he had in mind.
Even without a medium, given his connection with Ariana, finding her within this small town should not have been difficult.
The wand kept spinning rapidly, never settling on a direction. Most likely, Ariana had concealed herself.
Another possibility was that Ariana had moved beyond the range of John's magic.
"Strange?"
John caught the wand to stop it, then casually slipped it back into his sleeve.
His gaze swept over the town, and he decided to search it first.
Anything capable of blocking his tracking spell was hardly ordinary.
At least in the Wizarding World, those capable of such a feat could be counted on one hand.
He walked into the town. Compared with Old Bridge Town, this place was much nicer.
Among the rows of houses, people were mowing their lawns, and a woman was walking a white toy poodle.
Children rode their bicycles past John. The place looked untouched by the troubles of the world.
He entered a supermarket, where the clerk took a second look at his unfamiliar face.
The way John looked around caught the clerk's attention.
"Can I help you with anything?" the clerk asked.
John thought for a moment, then asked, "How do I get to this address?"
He handed over the address he had copied from the shipping label on the box.
The clerk glanced at it and said, "Sorry, I don't