In the second-floor room, a bearded man was crouching on the bed, clenching his knees with a look of expression. His lips continued to open and his throat twitched slightly, as if something was being said, but no one could hear.

The room was messy, the sheets were crumpled under the man's body, and half of the quilt was pulled to the floor. The wardrobe door was open, and the clothes inside were jammed together, men's and women's.

At the other end of the room, there was a mottled desk that was unpainted. Basically, everything on the desk was stacked horizontally and vertically, and several pieces of written paper were scattered on the table feet.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the afternoon and evening sunlight was almost impenetrable, leaving the whole dimness covering all the erosion in this room.

"Dad ... Dad? Look at me ... you have a magician to help you, and you will be fine ..."

At the bedside, the little boy Ambassador Alexander pulled at the man's arm, but the other person only turned his head reflexively and glanced at the child with his godless eyes.

"Sir, please help him!" Alexander pulled his father a few more times, and found that his father was still not responding as before, and quickly turned back and shouted at the door.

Maca followed him, and at this time, he didn't need to cry too much, so he immediately went forward.

"Mr. Wolff?"

He stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the man's eyes. He saw that the pupils of the other party had almost no intention to move, 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 broken down.

When a person suffers from extremely severe psychological trauma, it is likely to cause the collapse of the spirit itself. As for the consequences of the mental breakdown, in fact, you can refer to Neville's parents, the Lombards who were tortured by the diamond curse.

As long as it is not the worst state of small chances, the problem is not great for wizards. Of course, it would be better if he could react to his actions.

"Alexandr, your dad is fine, he will recover soon ..."

While Maca spoke to comfort the boy, she took out a small bowl from her waist, and then took out a big potion potion.

"What's that?" Alexander asked subconsciously, watching Marca's movement.

"Well, this is the medicine—the potion. It's called 'Dr. Ufa's Forget-Me-Not'." While Maca made the ointment in the vial and put it in a bowl, she explained casually. 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 reached out and scratched it just above the mouth of the bowl, and suddenly a clear mass of water quickly condensed in the air and fell slowly In the bowl. Then he stretched out his index finger and shook it a few times to let the water completely dissolve the cream.

On the side, Alexander looked at Marca with all his face in surprise, the twinkling eyes full of curiosity blinking.

It can be seen that his interest in potions is not very strong. After all, this thing is no more colorful than the curse, and it has never been attractive to children.

"Okay, bring it to your dad to drink, and be careful not to leave ..." Maca waved a hand, "I remember you said, these days you made food for dad, right?"

"Oh yes……"

Alexander froze, then hurriedly gathered up, carefully holding up the small wooden bowl with both hands.

This is a magic potion specially used to treat thought trauma. The effect is quite significant when taken internally, but it needs to be controlled very precisely.

After Alexander fed his father the liquid medicine, Maca told him to sit down aside, waiting quietly for the medicine to work. During this waiting time, Maca chatted casually with him.

"Alexandr, do you want to learn how to use magic?" He asked, and when the child nodded, he continued. "So, before your dad recovers, think about how to get him to agree with you. Go to a magic school! "

"Uh ... where is the school? Is it far?" The boy thought.

"Well, it's still a bit far away for you now." Maca smiled. "Classmates usually go by train at the beginning of the school, and they probably spend the whole day--"

"That ... seems far away ..." Alexander hesitated. "I don't know if Dad would agree with me."

"It's only now," Maca said, "when you're seventeen, you've learned more magic, and you'll be back in a blink of an eye."

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

"Yeah! Cool," Maca nodded, and continued to inspire the boy's interest with these fresh and interesting things. He believed that no child would not like these amazing things. "As long as you are willing to study hard, you You will find that magic is a very wonderful thing. "

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

"No, I don't want to do that for the time being," Maka laughed. "Because magic is so wonderful and amazing, he not only brings us convenience, but sometimes it also hurts us. Only correct Use it carefully and take it seriously so that it can help us well— "

They were chatting happily, and the man on the bed suddenly trembled. The next moment, those eyes stared straight at Maca's direction.

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

Before he finished speaking, he felt the pain in his head as if to crack, causing him to cover his head quickly.

"Mr. Wolf, I'm not malicious, please relax as much as possible." Maca didn't get up and just waved her hand. "Maybe you can't understand the situation right now, but it doesn't matter, what you need now is rest."

"you--"

The other side obviously had a terrible headache, and it was difficult to even say a word. But Alexander rushed over immediately, supporting his father, and his face was full of concern.

Perhaps it was because the son returned to his side, which made Mr. Wolf, who was his father, much relieved. He took a deep breath, and the headache seemed to ease gradually.

Maca knew that it was only because his previous state lasted a little longer that he would have a headache when he just recovered his mind. But this is only temporary, and soon the headache will ease and disappear.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wolf, who had been covering his head, finally lowered his arm. He first looked down at Alexander at hand, and looked around in this messy room for a week before finally looking at Maca again with confusion.

"What ... what happened? When is it now?" He frowned tightly, only to find that there was chaos in his mind. "Who are you ...?"

Opposite it, Maca was still sitting calmly in the chair, looking at him calmly. Emotions can often infect others, and this calmness of Maca's father calmed down the chaotic mood.

"Mr. Wolf, I think you should have noticed it too," said Maca in a gentle tone. "Because of some bad things, you have fallen into some not-so-good state of mind, so much so as to stimulate the outside world There was almost no response. I formulated a medicine for you to let Alexander feed you— "

"Bad thing ..." Mr. Wolf murmured, "Oh! Roxana!"

"Please also note that this time it is restored, but it does not mean that you will not commit it again in the future." Marka began to recall when he saw him, immediately reminded, "think Alexander, he needs your father. "

"Dad—" Alexander heard it, and hugged his father's arm, calling him gently.

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

He said, paused a little, then hesitantly said, "What 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 Alex①, you have helped me a lot! "

But Maca just shook her head.

"Don't take that to heart. The medicine is not expensive," he said. "I don't seem to introduce myself ..."

At this point, Maca nodded slightly towards the other side.

"I'm Maca McLean, a professor at Hogwarts School of Magic. In fact ... your child, Alexander Wolf, has enough wizarding potential ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ to get enrolled in our school Qualification for magic. "

"magic?"

When referring to this word, Muggles always show similar expressions, and Maca has long been surprised.

"Yes, 'magic'."

Maca nodded, and immediately followed, waving her hands seemingly casually. The next second, the whole room immediately flew up and fell to the place where they should stay, and the accumulated dust disappeared for a moment.

The clothes in the closet jumped up and were automatically folded into the cabinet; the pieces of paper on the floor gathered up one by one and neatly returned to the desk drawer; even the quilt at Mr. Wolf's feet was light The ground moved to the bed, no longer pulling on the floor.

When the curtains “opened” to both sides, the outside sunlight shone in unbridledly, and the entire dim room suddenly became bright.

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