() Unlike the study, which is full of books everywhere, Maca's potion preparation room looks very neat. No, it's not so much tidy as "strict".

In some magical stories of the Muggle world, when talking about potions, an old witch usually thinks of a pot that is larger than a person with a large spoon and usually has a firewood pile underneath.

But in the magic world, that kind of situation would never exist.

Regardless of how complicated and rigorous the other steps are, the type of fire flames and the control requirements are very high. If any element is not accurate enough, a pot of potion will have a 99% chance of being scrapped.

In fact, in Maca's potion preparation room, a series of areas such as "biomaterial research area", "magic reaction test area", "finished product experimental observation area" and so on are divided in detail.

This potion preparation room, which was joined after opening several basements, just looked at it and gave the impression of "Wow! This room is so spacious!".

"I'm sorry to ask you to help ... this time is mainly because we need to find out as soon as possible what caused the symptoms in Kingsley ..."

Before entering the door, Maca did want to take the opportunity to ask Tia what she had intent on finding Snape. But when he didn't seem to be able to say anything, he skipped it.

After all, the most important thing right now is to test Kingsley's blood sample.

"... Anyway, trouble you."

"... Uh, no ... no, it's okay." Tia shook her hands quickly, looking a little cramped. "I ... always wanted to ... thank you ... Mr. McLean."

"Thank me?" Maca waved her wand and moved the tools she needed to the table, and said casually, "Well, can you help me purify the aconite root first? 5 ounces after drying, okay? "

"Oh ... OK, OK." Tia nodded timidly.

"Then I will write down the materials I want to use first. Go to the material store and take the list ..." Maca said, and clicked on the parchment paper and quill on the table behind him. "By the way, mention What is the most complicated potion that Miss Ya has prepared independently? "

"... compositive intelligence enhancer ...?" Tia stood aside, her hands folded in front of her, nervously.

"Oh? Can you complete the preparation of the compound preparation independently? It seems that there are several steps that can be assured to be completed by you ..." Maca nodded, "Ah, the bill of materials has been written and can be taken. -The locations are clearly marked, you will understand when you go there, the storehouse is over there ... "

In a conversation between the two of them, Maca's hand never stopped. After preparing the equipment, he lay on the table again in a hurry, brushed a handful of papers and brushed his hand.

As for research materials, he rarely writes in magic, which is a habit of him.

When Tia came back from the store with the materials, the two stopped their previous chats and focused entirely on the preparation of the blood test reagents.

To be honest, Maca actually found that Tia's concentration on potions was quite high.

Although her approach has a feeling of near dependence on textbooks and various reference materials, her talent is obviously not outstanding, but the approach of taking every detail seriously has won the favor of Maca, a research madman.

Of course, this favor is purely academic respect.

After dozens of minutes, Maca gently closed the lid of the crucible, then nodded politely to Tia.

"I'll stop here for the time being," he said, sitting back in his chair and flipping up the manuscript just now. "Miss Tia also take a break ... well, it seems that if there is a qualified assistant, It does increase efficiency a lot. "

"……Ok."

Tia sat in the biomaterial preparation area on the other side and nodded weakly. If this place were not quiet enough, others might not have been able to hear it.

"Ah, right!" Maca suddenly turned her head. "You said you thank me before ... thank me?"

When Tia heard that, she first pursed her lips, and then stumbled to speak.

"I, I mean ... I was suddenly brought to this place at that time, really ... I was really scared. I know, they are doubting my identity ... but only Mr. McLean, you haven't That look. "

"Later, you let Miss Lena take care of me again ... really, the food here is delicious, the beds are soft, and no one has ever bullied me ... and, and, it has kept me living Here, obviously I don't even have money ... "

"Although I am timid, I dare not say anything, and I dare not do anything, but I understand ... It is because of your tolerance that Mr. McLean has allowed others to question my existence all at once. It's because Mr. McLean you ... "

Tia said more and more fluently, although her voice was still very small, her hands clenched tightly, and she expressed uneasiness silently. But this time, instead of stopping halfway as usual, she persisted.

In her words, Maca and Lena are mentioned the most times, and every time she mentions, she shows a grateful expression.

"... So, really, really, thank you very much ... I love this place."

"Just like it," Maka said with a smile. "As you can tell, the people here are pretty good ... Although there are a lot of weird people, everyone is very kind."

And me? Am i kind

Marka put a big question mark on her head.

"But ..." Then, Tia suddenly lost her voice and lost her authenticity. "But I'm afraid I can't stay anymore ... me, can I ... leave?"

"Huh?" Maca said puzzledly. "Is there anything wrong? I remember you came from the United States ... is there something you need to accomplish in Britain?"

He paused and added: "To be honest, the situation in the British magic world is very complicated at this time, and it is not safe anywhere outside ... if possible, it is best not to act alone."

"But I ... I must ..." Tia dangled the hem of her robe. "I'm looking for a place ... I must find that place! This is the most important goal I have found to live to this day. "

"Find a place?" Maca looked at her. "Miss Tia, what are you looking for? If you look for it yourself, I'm sure you will get lost again ... Can you talk to me? I will still Very familiar with the British magic world, maybe ... "

"Ah ... um ..."

Tia lowered her head hesitantly, and touched her chest subconsciously with her fingertips, where a small outline appeared faintly.

"Oh, don't force it ... I just ask." Maca waved.

"No, I think you're right ... I should ask someone to ask." Tia said softly, "It's just that this matter is very important to me ... it's impossible to ask someone ... … In this case, it seems that it is most appropriate to ask Mr. McLean ... "

"Really? Uh ... my pleasure." Maca put the manuscript paper in her hand back on the table, then nodded slightly.

In Macaré's doubtful gaze, Tia took the silver photo pendant she was hiding from her collar and carefully touched the delicate texture on her head.

"Did I mention it before?" She said, "I grew up in an Muggle orphanage, and this pendant was stuffed in my **** when I was picked up by ... ... It should be the only meaningful memorial left to me by my biological parents. "

She muttered, as if to herself.

"My name 'Tia' is the word carved on the back of this pendant, and here it is--"

With a click, the silver lid of the pendant popped open, and the Muggle photo appeared again in front of her eyes.

"I've been looking at the photos here and imagined what my biological parents would look like ... if I lived with them, what would they look like ..." she said softly, in her tone With a touch of indelible sorrow.

"I've been bullied by others in orphanages and schools ... but every time I look at it afterwards, I don't seem to feel pain in my body and heart, I feel like ... The meaning of continuing to live. "

"I heard the director of the orphanage mention that before I was sent to the yard, I was picked up in a wood on the outskirts of the city. There seemed to be a lot of scary traces in that wood ... "

"After being selected to study magic in Ifamony, I realized that the descriptions of the woods traces heard from the Muggle Dean's mouth ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ much like between wizards Formed a battle. "

"So, do you think your parents left you in the forest as a last resort?" Marka thoughtfully said, "... Since you can stay there safely, then your parents ... even Most likely still alive? "

"Yes ..." Tia nodded, "and ... the environment in this picture looks a lot like the British side ..."

"So are you here ..." Maca stood up and walked slowly to her. "Hmm ... let me see ..."

When Maca came over to this side, she obviously shrank, but did not show much resistance.

"Oh ... it's really like ... um ..." Maca looked down at the tiny photo in the pendant, her frown froze, as if to compare it with her own memory. "It looks like ... and around Manchester Some of the towns are similar ... "

In the background of that photo, the low, flat bungalows make people feel like a kind of "smoke and dust" clutter, which is undoubtedly a small town with a dignified living environment.