harry potter book of crimes

In the room on the second floor, an unshaven man was huddled on the bed, clutching his knees in a daze. His lips were opening and closing, and his Adam's apple was trembling slightly, as if he was saying something, but there was nothing

People can hear clearly.

Everywhere in the room was messy. The sheets were crumpled under the man's body, and half of the quilt had drooped to the floor. The closet door was open, and the clothes inside were stuffed together indiscriminately. Men's and

There are women's ones.

At the other end of the room, there was a mottled desk with peeling paint. Most of the things on the desk were stacked up and down, and a few pieces of paper with writing on them were scattered around the foot of the desk.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the warm afternoon sunlight from outside could hardly penetrate, leaving the entire darkness to envelope everything in the room.

"Dad...Dad? Look at me...a magician is here to help you. You will definitely get better..."

Beside the bed, the little boy Alexander pulled the man's arm hard, but the other man just turned his head reflexively and glanced at the child with his dull eyes.

"Sir, please help him!" Alexander pulled his father a few more times, and found that his father still didn't respond much as before, so he quickly turned around and shouted towards the door.

Maka came up behind him. At this time, there was no need for the child to shout, so she immediately walked forward.

"Mr. Wolfe?"

He stretched out his palm and waved it in front of the man's eyes. When he saw the man's pupils, he almost showed no intention to move, and he didn't react in any way 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 conditioned reflex, it shows that his spirit has not completely collapsed.

When a person suffers extremely severe psychological trauma, it may lead to the breakdown 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 Cruciatus Curse.

.

As long as it is not the worst state with a small probability, it is not a big problem for the wizard. Of course, it would be better if it could respond to his actions.

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

While Maka comforted the boy, she took out a small bowl from her waist, and then took out a palm-sized potion bottle.

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

"Well, this is medicine - potion, and its name is 'Dr. Uli's Forgettable Ointment'." Maka explained casually while taking some of the ointment out of the vial and putting it in a bowl, "

Of course, this is also a kind of magic, and you will also learn how to concoct them in the future."

"Oh..." The boy nodded.

After putting a certain amount of ointment into the bottom of the bowl, Maka stretched out her hand just above the mouth of the bowl and gently tapped and scratched it. Suddenly, a group of clear water quickly condensed in the air and slowly fell into the bowl.

Then he stretched out his index finger and shook it a few times, letting the water completely dissolve the ointment.

On the side, Alexander watched with surprise what Maka did, his big eyes full of curiosity unblinking.

It can be seen that he is not very interested in magic potions. After all, this thing is not as colorful as magic spells, and it has never been very attractive to children.

"Okay, bring it over and let your dad drink it. Be careful not to leave anything behind..." Maka waved her hand and said, "I remember you said that you have been cooking for dad these past few days, right?"

"Oh yes……"

Alexander was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly came over and carefully picked up the small wooden bowl with both hands.

This is a magic potion specially designed to treat mental trauma. The effect is quite remarkable when taken internally, but its dosage needs to be controlled extremely accurately.

After Alexander gave his father the medicine, Maka asked him to sit down together and quietly waited for the medicine to take effect. During this waiting time, Maka casually chatted with him. A few sentences.

"Alexander, do you want to learn how to use magic?" he asked. When the child nodded immediately, he continued, "Then, before your father recovers, think about how to make him agree with you. Go to a magic school!"

"Uh... where is the school? Is it far?" the boy thought for a while and asked.

"Well, for you now, it's still a bit far." Maka smiled and said, "When school starts, students usually go by train, and it takes about a whole day -"

"That... seems very far..." Alexander said hesitantly, "I don't know if dad will agree to my going."

"That's just for now," Maka said. "When you reach the age of seventeen and learn more powerful magic, you will be able to come back in the blink of an eye."

"In the blink of an eye? Oh...that's awesome!" Alexander's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Can a day turn into a blink of an eye? Magic is so cool!"

"Yeah! It's cool," Maka nodded, constantly stimulating the boy's interest with these new and interesting things. He believed that no child would not like these amazing things, "As long as you are willing to study hard, you can You will discover that magic is a very wonderful thing."

"Oh, yes, it's very wonderful..." Alexander said, "Sir, can you show me some other magic? The kind that looks cool!"

"No, I think it's better not to do that for the time being," Maka said with a smile, "Just because magic is so wonderful and powerful, it not only brings us convenience, but sometimes it can also bring us harm. The only way is to do it right. Only by using it properly and taking it seriously can it help us properly——"

They were chatting happily when suddenly the man on the bed trembled violently. And the next moment, his eyes were fixed in Maka's direction.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house...oh..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt pain as if his head was about to split, causing him to cover his head quickly.

"Mr. Wolfe, I don't mean any harm. Please relax as much as possible." Maka sat and did not get up. She just waved her hands and said, "Maybe you still can't understand the situation in front of you, but it doesn't matter. What you need now is rest."

"you--"

The other party obviously had a severe headache and it was difficult to even speak. But Alexander rushed over immediately and supported his father, his face full of concern.

Perhaps it was because his son was back by his side, which made Mr. Wolff, as a father, feel a lot more at ease. He took a deep breath, and his headache seemed to subside gradually.

Maka knew that it was just because his previous state lasted a little long that he had a headache when he just regained consciousness. However, this was only temporary, and the headache would slow down and disappear soon.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wolfe, who had been covering his head, finally lowered his arm. He first looked down at Alexander at his hand, then looked around the messy room, and finally looked at Alexander again with confusion.

Got Maca.

"This...what exactly happened? What time is it now?" He frowned, but found that his mind was filled with chaos, "Who...are you?"

Across the way, Maka was still sitting calmly on the chair, looking at him with a calm face. Emotions can often infect others. Maka's calmness helped Alexander's father calm down his chaotic mood.

"Mr. Wolfe, I think you should be aware of it," Maka said in a calm tone, "because some bad things have put you in a not-so-good mental state, so much so that you are not stimulated by the outside world.

There was almost no reaction. I prepared a medicine for you and asked Alexander to feed it to you - "

"What a terrible thing..." Mr. Wolfe was startled when he heard this and murmured, "Ah! Roxana!"

"Please also note that although he has recovered this time, it does not mean that he will not do it again in the future." Seeing that he was starting to reminisce again, Maka immediately reminded him, "Think about Alexander, he needs you as his father.

"

"Dad -" Upon hearing this, Alexander quickly hugged his father's arm and called him softly.

"Oh! Well..." Mr. Wolfe touched the child's head, his mood was quite complicated, "So, you helped me, thank you..."

He said, paused for a moment, and then hesitantly said: "What kind of medicine is that? I don't know if I can afford the price, but I will try my best to pay you... Yes, I still have it

Alex①, you helped me a lot!”

But Maka just shook her head.

"Don't take that to heart, the medicine is not expensive," he said, "As if I haven't introduced myself yet..."

Speaking of this, Maka nodded slightly towards the other party.

"I am Maka McClane, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact... your child Alexander Wolfe has enough wizarding potential to be admitted to our school to study magic."

"magic?"

When this word is mentioned, Muggles always show similar expressions, and Maka has long been used to it.

"Yes, 'magic'."

Maka nodded, and then waved her hand seemingly casually. The next second, everything in the room immediately flew up and fell to where they should be, and the accumulated dust was even more instantaneous.

There was no trace of him.

The clothes in the closet jumped up and were automatically folded into the cabinet; the papers on the floor were gathered one by one and neatly placed back in the desk drawer; even the quilt at Mr. Wolfe's feet was gently

He moved to the bed, no longer hanging on the floor.

When the curtains opened to both sides with a "swish", the sunlight from outside shone in unbridled, and the entire dark room suddenly became translucent.

"In the near future, Alexander will also learn these little tricks." Maka said with a smile.