Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is a very warm room.

Even if it is still night, the darkness before dawn is certainly not as warm as the sunlight, but the exquisite decoration and some childlike wallpapers and paintings make this room full of love left by the decoration.

But I have to say something strange...

"Sir, is this room a little too big for a child?"

"Oh, this was originally my son and daughter-in-law's room, but—"

Seeing that the old man who entered the room first had a vaguely miserable tone, Maca immediately shook his head-not to mention that he could guess something.

"Well, I'll talk about it later! Let me see the child first."

While talking, he walked two steps quickly, and came to the bed beside the old man's nervous sight.

In fact, when he just offered to see the elderly granddaughter, the elderly was much more nervous than now.After all, although he boldly greeted Maca, his performance after that showed that his heart was still very disturbed.

He regarded his granddaughter as more important than his own life.

And when Maca stood by the bed and looked at the little girl who was lying on the bed, the old man couldn't help but step forward a little.

Maca didn't care much about the old man's vigilance and worries, and saw him cast down his eyes and looked at the girl's face.

Well, it's no wonder the old man is so nervous about this granddaughter, and Maca looks at it and realizes that this is indeed a pretty cute child.

She should be about nine years old, her slender eyes are tightly closed, and her small mouth has an arc like a smile even when she is asleep, even if she has a thin layer on her forehead due to illness. Sweat beads.

Perhaps it was a little hard to breathe, her chest was driving the quilt up and down, and she was a little panting.

Maca took a look, then stretched out his palm to poke over the little girl's body, then nodded voluntarily.

"It's nothing big, it's just a fever... As you said before, it should be because of the fright."

But Maca didn't mention that the child's body temperature is not low right now, and if it keeps on like this, only fever will cause problems.

Of course, he doesn't need to talk about such trivial matters.

"Wait a minute, I will prepare a medicine for her, and after a while, she will be fine."

While speaking, Maca smoothly wiped the little girl's forehead, helping her to wipe off the greasy layer of sweat.And the slight chill in his palm also quietly brushed across his forehead and cheeks.

Just like this, the old man staring at his little granddaughter next to him saw that the original heavy breathing gradually eased in a blink of an eye, and the slightly frowned eyebrows suddenly relaxed.

Xu was the slightest coolness that made the little girl named "Shirley" feel a lot more comfortable, and the curvature of her mouth became wider.

"Borrow this table."

As Maca was talking, before the old man agreed, she turned around and walked to the small desk by the wall, and then took out various bottles and cans directly from her waist.

No way, although Muggles and wizards have no difference in appearance, their physique will change due to the active magic.It can be said that the wizard and the Muggle were exactly the same before the magical powers of the little wizards ran away, but after that, they would soon change.

Therefore, potions can be used on Muggles, but they need to be increased or decreased according to physical fitness.It's not a potionist who has studied in this area. Generally speaking, it can't be done.

But Maca has long been experienced in treating Muggles, and now it is just a nourishing potion to improve one's own resistance. It doesn't take much effort.

However, the process by which wizards prepare potions must be very suspicious to most Muggles.Even though Maca is only being prepared with ready-made medicines and prepared materials, the appearance of pouring several liquids of different colors over and over can make the old man look worried.

Fortunately, Maca's performance just now made the old man feel a little relieved, so even if he couldn't stop worrying and hesitating inside, at least it didn't show it on the surface.

He always remembered that the young man in front of him was a "witch" he had only seen in books!

"All right."

This time, Maca didn't even use fire for making potions, so the scene was actually pretty good—well, anyhow, there was not much misty vapor in this cozy and full room.

"This...oh, is she called Shirley?"

"Yes."

The old man was startled, and then quickly nodded.

Maca also nodded slightly, then returned to the bed and patted the little Shirley who was still asleep.

"Wake up...Little Shirley?" After a whisper, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, then turned around and said, "By the way, she is afraid of life, do you want to feed it?"

Looking at the milk-like liquid in the small glass beaker in Maca's hand, the old man couldn't help but wonder:

"Oh! Ok, ok... well, this medicine... how to use it?"

Before Maca could answer, Shirley had already woke up.When she opened her dim eyes and saw a stranger standing next to the bed that she didn't seem to know, her first reaction was to shrink under the quilt.

However, Maca’s appearance can actually be said to be quite mild, and it looks a little younger than his actual age in this life-otherwise, the old man would not decide to invite him into the house at first. "Again.

Therefore, when the little girl saw his appearance clearly, she suddenly stopped continuing to shrink down, but she half-covered her face and looked at him silently with a pair of sapphire eyes.

"Little Shirley, right? Brother has some cold milk here. Would you like to drink some?"

For a child who is only nine years old, fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention the little girl who has a fever.To be honest, she was pretty good if she didn't get burnt, even the chill that Maca gave her just now played a part.

Of course, people with a fever usually can't drink cold things unless they drink the "fake milk" from Maca.

"milk?"

Little Shirley put her mouth under the quilt and asked dullly, her speech a little unclear.And when she saw that there didn't seem to be much liquid in the beaker, she blinked her eyes, as if wondering a little.

"Why... just a little bit?"

While she was talking, she subconsciously raised her slightly heavy head, and looked at her grandfather hesitantly.