Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is a rather warm room.

Even if it is still at night, the darkness before dawn is certainly not as warm as the sunlight. The delicate layout and some childlike wallpapers and paintings make the room full of the love left by the arrangement.

But have to say something strange ...

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

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

Seeing the old man stepping into the room a little bit more bitter in the tone, Maca shook his head immediately-needless to say he could guess a little.

"Well, let's talk about this later! Let me see the child first."

He walked two steps while talking, and came to the bed in the old man's nervous eyes.

In fact, when he offered to see the granddaughter of the elderly just now, the elderly were much more nervous than they are 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.

When Maca stood by the bed, looking at the little girl lying in the bed, the old man couldn't help but take a step forward.

Regarding the old man's vigilance and worry, Maca didn't pay much attention, and saw him look down at the girl's face even though he lowered his eyes.

Well, no wonder the old man would be so nervous about this granddaughter. When Maca looked at it, she found that this was indeed a pretty cute child.

Judging from her age, she should be about nine years old, with her slender eyes closed and a small mouth with a smile-like arc even if she is asleep. Sweat beads.

Maybe it was a bit hard to breathe, her chest was driving the quilt up and down, and she was a little breathless.

Maca took a look, and then stretched out her palms to look a little above the little girl's body, then nodded her head.

"It's not a big deal, it's just pure fever ... as you said before, it should be frightened."

However, Maca did not mention that the child's current temperature was not low. If he continued to do so, he would have a fever problem.

Of course, there is no need for him to say such a trivial matter.

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

While talking, Maka gently wiped the little girl's forehead with her hand, helping her to wipe away the wet sweat from above. And the slight chill in his palm also quietly brushed on his forehead and cheek.

Just like this, the old man staring at the little granddaughter next to him saw that the originally heavy breathing gradually calmed down in a blink of an eye, and the slightly wrinkled eyebrows suddenly spread out.

Xu Shi's coolness made the little girl named "Shirley" feel a lot more comfortable, and the corner of her mouth became bigger.

"Borrow this table."

Maca was talking, and before the old man agreed, he turned around and walked to the little desk by the wall, and then pulled out all kinds of bottles and cans directly from his waist.

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

Therefore, potions can be used for Muggles, but they need to be increased or decreased according to their constitution. It is not a potionist who has studied in this area. Generally speaking, it is uncertain.

However, Maca has long had experience in treating Muggles, but now it is just a formula for a nourishing agent to improve its own resistance, and it can hardly take much effort.

However, the wizard's preparation of the potion must be very suspicious for most Muggles. Even though Maca was just using ready-made medicines and prepared materials for the preparation, the appearance of pouring several liquids of different colors up and down could not help the old man's worry.

Fortunately, Maca's performance just made the old man a little reassured, so even if he was still worried about hesitation, but at least it didn't show up.

He always kept in mind that the young man in front of him was a "wizard" he had only seen in books!

"All right."

Maca didn't even use fire this time to make the potion, so the scene was actually pretty good-well, anyway, there wasn't much obstructive medicine vapor in this warm and full room.

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

"Yes."

The old man froze, then nodded quickly.

Maca nodded slightly, and then returned to the bed again, and patted Little Shirley still in her sleep.

"Wake up ... Little Shirley?" After calling gently, he suddenly seemed to think of something and turned back, "Yes, she's afraid of being born. Would you like to feed her?"

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

"Oh! OK, OK ... uh, how does this medicine ... work?"

She hadn't waited for Maca to answer, but she had already woke up. When she opened her hazy eyes and saw a stranger standing on the bedside she didn't seem to know, her first reaction was to shrink into the quilt.

However, Maca's appearance can be said to be quite mild, and it is smaller than the actual age of his life-otherwise, the old man would not initially decide to invite him into the house to "strike ".

So ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ When the little girl saw his appearance clearly, she stopped stopping to move down, but only half-covered the face and showed a pair of sapphire eyes silently watching he.

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

For a child who is only nine years old, fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention that the little girl has not burned lightly. Honestly, she's pretty good without being confused, even though the cool air Maca just gave her has also played a part.

Of course, people who have a fever usually can't drink cold things unless they drink this "fake milk" on Maca's hands.

"milk?"

Little Shirley covered her mouth under the quilt and asked dullly, her tongue was a little unclear. When she saw that there was not much liquid in the beaker, she blinked and seemed a little confused.

"Why ... just a little?"

As she was talking, she lifted her slightly heavy head subconsciously, and looked at Grandpa with a hesitant look.