harry potter book of crimes

This is a quite cozy room.

Even though it is still night, the darkness before dawn is definitely not as warm as the sunshine, but the exquisite decoration and some childlike wallpapers and hanging paintings make this room full of love left behind by the decoration.

But if there is anything strange about it...

"Old sir, isn't this room a bit too big for a child?"

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

Seeing that the tone of the old man who walked into the room first was a bit more miserable, Maka immediately shook his head. Needless to say, he could guess some of the situation.

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

As he spoke, he took two quick steps and came to the side of the bed in the sight of the old man who was getting nervous again.

In fact, when he just offered to treat the old man's granddaughter, the old man was much more nervous than he was now. After all, although he boldly called Maka over, his behavior after that showed that his

I was still very uneasy inside.

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

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

Maka didn't pay much attention to the old man's vigilance and worry, and immediately saw him lowering his eyes to look at the girl's face.

Well, no wonder the old man was so nervous about this granddaughter. At a glance, Maka realized that this was indeed a very cute child.

Judging from her age, she must be about nine years old. Her slender eyes are tightly closed, and her small mouth has a smile-like arc even when she is sleeping, even though a layer of fine spots has appeared on her forehead due to illness.

beads of sweat.

Perhaps it was because her breathing was a little labored, because her chest moved up and down with the quilt, and she was slightly out of breath.

Maka looked at it, then stretched out her palm to touch the little girl's body, and then nodded to herself.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a simple fever... As you said before, it's probably because I was frightened."

But Maka didn't mention that the child's current body temperature was not low. If it continued like this, just having a fever would cause problems.

Of course, there is no need for him to talk about such trivial matters.

"Wait a moment, I will prepare a medicine for her. After a while, she will be fine."

While speaking, Maka gently wiped the little girl's forehead, helping her wipe away the wet layer of sweat. The slight chill brought by his palm also spread on her forehead and cheeks.

It passed by quietly.

Just for a moment, the old man who was staring closely at his little granddaughter saw that his breathing, which was still a little heavy, gradually calmed down in the blink of an eye, and his slightly frowned eyebrows suddenly relaxed.

Perhaps it was that hint of coolness that made the little girl named "Shirley" feel much more comfortable, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider.

"Let me borrow this table."

As Maka was talking, without waiting for the old man to agree, she turned around and walked to the small desk placed by the wall, and then took out various bottles and cans directly from her waist.

There is no way, although there is no difference in appearance between Muggles and wizards, their physiques will change due to the activation of magic power. It can be said that before the magic power of the little wizards goes crazy, wizards and Muggles are still exactly the same, but after that they will

That soon changed.

Therefore, potions can be used by Muggles, but they need to be increased or decreased according to the physical constitution. Unless a potion master who has done research in this area, generally speaking, it will not be possible.

But Maka has already had experience treating Muggles, and now she just gives them a nourishing potion to improve their own resistance, which really doesn't take much effort.

However, the process of wizards preparing potions must be very suspicious in the eyes of most Muggles. Even though Maca is just using ready-made potions and prepared materials at the moment, it will be several different colors.

The sight of the liquid being poured back and forth made the old man feel worried.

Fortunately, Maka's performance just now had already reassured the old man a little, so even if he was still worried and hesitant inside, at least it didn't show up on the surface.

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

"alright."

This time when making the potion, Maka didn't even use fire, so the scene was actually quite good. At least, there wasn't much unsightly potion mist steam in this warm and cozy room.

"Well...oh, her name is 'Shirley', right?"

"Yes."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Maka also nodded slightly, then returned to the bed and gently patted little Shirley who was still sleeping.

"Wake up... little Shirley?" After calling softly, he suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "By the way, is she afraid of animals? Does she want you to feed her?"

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

"Oh! Okay, okay...uh, this medicine...how to use it?"

Before Maka could answer, little Shirley had already woken up. When she opened her hazy eyes and saw a stranger she didn't seem to know standing beside the bed, her first reaction was to shrink under the quilt.

However, Maka'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 have decided to invite him into his home to "give it a try" in the first place.

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Therefore, when the little girl saw his appearance clearly, she suddenly stopped shrinking down and just half-covered her face, revealing a pair of sapphire-like eyes and looking at him silently.

"Xiao Shirley, right? Brother, there is some cold milk here. Do you want to drink some?"

For a child who is only nine years old, having a fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention that this little girl still has a serious fever. To be honest, it is good that she is not feverish and confused, even if Maka just gave

Her coolness also played a part.

Of course, people with fever usually cannot drink cold things, unless they drink "fake milk" like the one on Maca's hand.

"milk?"

Little Shirley covered her mouth under the quilt and asked in a muffled voice, her words unclear. When she saw that there didn't seem to be much liquid in the beaker, she blinked her eyes, as if she was a little puzzled.

"How...just a little?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously raised her slightly heavy head and glanced at her grandfather hesitantly.