Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1309: Little Shirley in the room

This is a very warm room.

Even if it is still at night, the darkness before dawn is certainly not as warm as the sun, but the exquisite decoration and some childlike wallpapers and paintings make this room full of decorations left behind Love.

But I have to say something strange...

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

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

Seeing that the old man who walked into 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 this later! Let me see the kid first."

While talking, he walked two steps quickly, and came to the side of the bed in the old man's tense eyes.

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

He regards 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 taking a step forward.

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 that the old man is so nervous about this granddaughter, and Maca looks at it and realizes that this is indeed a pretty cute child.

Looking at her age, she should be about nine years old, her slender eyes are closed tightly, and her small mouth has an arc like a smile even when she is asleep, even if her forehead has already floated up due to illness Thin layers of sweat.

Maybe it’s a little hard to breathe, her chest is driving the quilt up and down, and she is a little panting.

Maca took a look, then stretched out his palm to peek 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. If this continues, only fever will cause problems.

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

"Wait a minute, I will dispense a medicine for her, and she will be fine after drinking it later."

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

Just like this, the old man staring at the 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 larger.

"Borrow this table."

Maca was talking, and 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.

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

However, the process by which a wizard prepares a potion 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 could not 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!

"Okay."

This time making potions, Maca didn't even use fire, 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', right?"

"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 soft call, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and 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, Little Shirley was already awake. 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 gentle, and he looks younger than his actual age in this life-otherwise, the old man would not decide to invite him in at first." Give it a go".

So ~IndoMTL.com~ When the little girl saw his appearance, she suddenly stopped her pulling down again, only half-covered her face, revealing a pair of sapphire eyes and looked silently. Hold him.

"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 the liquid in the beaker didn't seem to be much, she blinked her eyes, as if wondering a little.

"Why... just a little bit?"

As she said, she subconsciously lifted her slightly heavy head, and looked at her grandpa hesitantly.