Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the room on the second floor, a shaggy man was shrinking on the bed, clinging to his knees in a daze.His lips kept opening and closing, his apple trembling slightly, as if he was saying something, but no one could hear him clearly.

Everything in the room was messy, the sheets were crumpled under the man's body, and a half of the quilt fell to the floor.The door of the closet was open, and the clothes inside were stuffed together randomly, both men's and women's.

At the other end of the room, there is a mottled desk that has been stripped of paint. Basically, everything on the desk is stacked horizontally, and a few written papers are scattered around the feet of the table.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the warm afternoon sunlight outside could barely penetrate, allowing the entire area of ​​darkness to cover all the erosions in the room.

"Dad...Dad? Look at me...there is a magician to help you, you will definitely get better..."

At the bedside, the little boy Alexander pulled the man's arm vigorously, but the other man just turned his head reflexively, and gave the boy a confused look with his godless eyes.

"Sir, please help him!" Alexander pulled his father a few more times, and found that his father still didn't react much as before, so he turned back and shouted toward the door.

Maca came up behind him, so he didn't need to yell too much at this time, so he immediately walked forward.

"Mr. Wolf?"

He stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the man's eyes. Seeing the other's pupils, he almost didn't intend to move, and he didn't make any response to his voice.

Obviously, Alexander's father should only have an impression of his child's voice.Whether this "impression" is based on his own cognition or just a conditional reflection, it shows that his spirit has not completely collapsed.

When a person suffers a very serious psychological trauma, it is certain that the spirit itself may collapse.As for the consequences of the mental breakdown, you can actually refer to Neville's parents, the Longbottoms who were tortured by the heart-breaking curse.

As long as it's not the worst possible state, it's not a big problem for wizards.Of course, if he can react to his actions, it would be better.

"Alexander, your father is fine, he will recover soon..."

While speaking to comfort the boy, Maca took out a small bowl from his waist, and then took out a potion bottle the size of a palm.

"What's that?" Alexander looked at Maca's movements and asked subconsciously.

"Well, this is a medicine-a potion, and its name is'Dr. Wubu's Forgetful Ointment'." Maca pointed out the ointment in the vial and placed it in the bowl, explaining casually. Of course, this is also a kind of magic, and you will learn how to modulate them in the future."

"Oh..." The boy nodded.

After putting a certain amount of ointment into the bottom of the bowl, Maca stretched out his hand and gently tapped and scratched it just above the mouth of the bowl. Suddenly, a cloud of clear water quickly condensed in midair and slowly fell into it. In the bowl.Then he stretched out his index finger and shook it a few times, allowing the water to dissolve the ointment completely.

On the side, Alexander looked at everything that Maca had done with a look of surprise, the big curious eyes shining brightly.

It can be seen that he is not very interested in potions.After all, this thing is not more colorful than the spell, and it has never been very attractive to children.

"Okay, let your dad drink it, and be careful not to leave it..." Maca waved his hand, "I remember you said that you made things for your dad these days, right?"

"Oh yes……"

Alexander was stunned, and then hurriedly leaned over, carefully holding up the wooden bowl with both hands.

This is a potion that specializes in the treatment of thought trauma. The effect is quite remarkable when taken orally, but its dosage needs to be controlled extremely accurately.

After Alexander gave his father the liquid medicine, Maca told him to sit down with him, quietly waiting for the effect of the medicine to work.During this time of waiting, Maca chatted with him casually.

"Alexander, you want to learn how to use magic?" He asked, nodded when he saw the child, and continued, "Then, before your father recovers, think about how to get him to agree with you. Go to the magic school!"

"Uh...Where is the school? Is it far?" the boy thought for a while.

"Well, for you now, it's still a bit far away." Maca smiled and said, "When school starts, students usually go by train. It's probably a whole daytime—"

"That...it seems to be far away..." Alexander hesitated. "I don't know if Dad will allow me to go."

"It's only now," said Maca. "When you reach seventeen and learn more powerful magic, you will be able to come back in the blink of an eye."

"Blink? Oh...that's awesome!" Alexander stared with big eyes and his face was incredibly authentic. "Can a daytime turn into a blink? Magic is so cool!"

"Yeah! It's cool," Maca nodded, using these new and interesting things to continuously arouse the interest of boys. He believed that no children would dislike these amazing things. "As long as you study hard, you You will find that magic is a very wonderful thing."

"Oh, yes, it's very amazing..." Alexander said, "sir, can you show me other magic? That kind of looks cool!"

"No, I don't think I should do that for the time being," Maca smiled. "Because magic is very wonderful and powerful, it will not only bring us convenience, but sometimes it will also bring us harm. Only correct Use it carefully and take it seriously so that it can help us well—"

They chatted happily, and suddenly the man on the bed trembled suddenly.And at the next moment, those eyes stared straight in the direction of Maca.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house...oh..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the pain as if his brain was about to split, causing him to quickly cover his head.

"Mr. Wolfe, I have no malice. Please relax as much as possible." Maca sat and did not get up, but waved his hand. "Maybe you still can’t understand the situation, but it’s okay. What you need now is rest."

"you--"

The other party obviously had a terrible headache, and it was difficult to even speak a word.But Alexander rushed over at the first moment and held on to his father, his face full of concern.

Perhaps it was because the son returned to his side, which made Mr. Wolfe, the father, feel at ease a lot. He took a deep breath, and his headache slowly seemed to ease.

Maca knew that it was only because his previous state lasted for a long time that he suffered a headache when he just recovered his mind.But this is only temporary, and the headache will slow down and disappear soon.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wolf, who had been holding his head, finally put down his arm.He first looked down at Alexander beside him, then looked around in this messy room for a week, and finally looked at Maca again with confusion.

"This...what exactly happened? When is it now?" He frowned, only to find that his mind was full of chaos, "Who...who are you?"

On the opposite side, Maca was still sitting calmly in the chair, looking at him calmly.Emotions can often infect others, and Maca's calmness helped Alexander's father to calm his confusion.

"Mr. Wolfe, I think you should be aware of it," Maca said in a flat tone, "Because of some bad things, you have fallen into a certain not-so-good mental state, so as to stimulate the outside world. There was almost no response. I made up a medicine for you and asked Alexander to feed you down—"

"What a terrible thing..." Mr. Wolf murmured in a daze, "Ah! Roxana!"

"Please be aware that this time I recovered, but it doesn't mean that I won't commit the crime again in the future." Seeing him, Maca started to recall and immediately reminded him, "Think about Alexander, he needs you as a father. "

"Dad—" When Alexander heard this, he hugged his father's arm and called him softly.

"Oh! Um..." Mr. Wolf touched the child's head, his mood was quite complicated, "So, you helped me, thank you..."

He said, after a short pause, he hesitated: "What kind of medicine is that? I don't know if I can afford it, but I will do my best to pay you...Yes, I still have Alex, you helped me a lot!"

But Maca just shook his head.

"Don't take that to heart, the medicine is not expensive," he said, "It seems that I haven't introduced myself..."

Having said this, Maca nodded slightly towards the other party.

"I'm Maca McLean, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact...your child Alexander Wolf has enough wizarding potential to be admitted to our school to learn magic."

"magic?"

Muggles always showed similar expressions when they mentioned this term, and Maca had already taken it off.

"Yes,'magic'."

Maca nodded, and then waved his hand seemingly casually.In the next second, everything in the whole room immediately flew up and fell to the place where they were supposed to stay, and the accumulated dust disappeared in an instant.

The clothes in the closet jumped up and folded automatically into the cabinet; the pieces of paper on the ground were gathered up one by one and placed neatly back into the drawer of the desk; even the quilt at Mr. Wolf's feet was lightly The floor moved to the bed, no longer slumped on the floor.

When the curtains "crash" opened to both sides, the outside sunlight shone in unscrupulously, and the entire dim room suddenly became bright.

"In the near future, Alexander will also learn these little tricks." Maca said with a smile.