Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 645: Dr. Wuwei’s worry-free ointment

In the room on the second floor, a shaggy man is 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.

The room was messy everywhere. The sheets were crumpled under the man's body, and 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 vertically, and a few written papers are scattered around the feet of the table.

The curtains are tightly closed, and the warm afternoon sunlight outside can hardly 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 dumb 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, and at this time, there was no need for the child to scream, so he immediately walked forward.

"Mr. Wolf?"

He stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the man's eyes. He almost didn't intend to move his pupils when he saw the opponent, and did not respond 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 it may cause the collapse of the spirit itself. As for the consequences of mental breakdown, you can actually refer to Neville's parents, the Longbottoms who were tortured crazy by the drill curse.

As long as it is not the worst possible state, it is not a big problem for wizards. Of course, if you can also react to his actions, then naturally it will be better.

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

While Maca spoke to comfort the boy, he took out a small bowl from his waist, and then took out a palm-sized potion bottle.

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

"Well, this is a medicine-a potion, and its name is'Dr. Wufei's Worry Ointment'." Maca pointed out the ointment in the vial and placed it in the bowl, explaining casually Said, "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 his hand over the mouth of the bowl and scratched it lightly, and suddenly a cloud of clear water quickly condensed in mid-air, slowly Fell into 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 was doing with a look of surprise, his big curious eyes shining unblinking.

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, 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 designed to treat mental trauma. When taken orally, the effect is quite remarkable, but its dosage needs to be controlled with extreme precision.

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

"Alexander, you want to learn how to use magic, right?" He asked, nodded when he saw the child, and continued, "Then, before your father recovers, think about how to make He agrees to go to the magic school to go to 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 about the entire 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," Maca said. "When you reach the age of seventeen, you will learn more powerful magic, and you will be able to come back in the blink of an eye."

"Blink? Oh...that's awesome!" Alexander's eyes widened and his face was incredibly authentic, "A day time can turn into a blink of an eye? Magic is so cool!"

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

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

"No, I don’t want to do that for the time being," Maca laughed. "Because magic is so wonderful and powerful, it will not only bring us convenience, but sometimes it will also bring us harm. . Only by using it correctly and taking it seriously can it help us well——"

They were chatting happily, when the man on the bed trembled suddenly. But 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. Wolf, I have no ill intentions, 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 is needed is rest."

"You--"

The other party obviously has a terrible headache, and it is 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. Wolff, 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 a little longer that he would have a headache when he just regained his sanity. But this is only temporary, and soon the headache will slow down and disappear.

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, but found that there was chaos in his mind, "Who...who are you?"

On the other 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 calm down his chaotic mood.

"Mr. Wolf, I think you should have noticed it," Maca said flatly, "Because some bad things have caused you to fall into some kind of not-so-good mental state, so that There is hardly any response to external stimuli. I have prepared a medicine for you and let Alexander feed you down—"

"The bad thing..." Mr. Wolf murmured, "Ah! Roxana!"

"Please be aware that this time I have recovered, but it does not mean that I will not commit the crime again in the future." Seeing him, Maca immediately reminded him, "Think about Alexander, he needs you This 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..."

Speaking of 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~IndoMTL.com~ was admitted to our school Qualifications to learn magic."

"Magic?"

Muggles always show similar expressions when they mention this term, and Maca has long been surprised by this.

"Yes, ‘magic’."

Maca nodded, followed by a seemingly casual wave. 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 in the drawer of the desk; even the quilt by Mr. Wolfe’s feet They moved gently on the bed, and 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.