Chapter 645 Dr. Wuli's Wangyou Ointment

In the room on the second floor, a bearded man was curled up on the bed, hugging his knees in a trance. His lips were constantly opening and closing, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly, as if he was saying something, but no one could hear him clearly.

Everywhere in the room was messy, the sheets were crumpled and curled up under the man's body, and half of the quilt was drooped to the floor. The wardrobe door was open, and the clothes inside were haphazardly packed together, both men's and women's.

At the other end of the room, there was a mottled desk with peeling paint on it. The things on the desk were basically stacked and stacked, and a few pieces of written paper were scattered at the foot of the desk.

The curtains were closed tightly, and the warm afternoon sun outside could barely penetrate, making the whole piece of darkness cover everything in the room.

"Dad... Dad? Look at me... There is a magician here to help you, you will be fine..."

Beside the bed, the little boy Alexander vigorously tugged at the man's arm, but the man just turned his head reflexively, and looked at the child in a daze with his dull eyes.

"Sir, please help him!" Alexander pulled his father a few more times, and found that his father was still as unresponsive as before, so he turned around and shouted towards the door.

Maca came up behind him, and at this moment, the child didn't need to yell, and immediately walked forward.

"Mr. Wolfe?"

He stretched out his palm and waved it in front of the man's eyes. He almost didn't want to move when he saw the man's pupils, and he didn't respond to his voice.

Obviously, Alexander's father should only have an impression of his own child's voice. Whether this "impression" is based on his own cognition or just a conditioned reflection, it shows that his spirit has not yet completely collapsed.

When a person is severely traumatized, it is possible to cause the collapse of the spirit itself. As for the consequences of mental breakdown, you can actually refer to Neville's parents—the Longbottom couple who were tortured mad by the Cruciatus Curse.

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

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

While Maka comforted the boy, he took out a small bowl from his waist, followed by a palm-sized potion bottle.

"What is that?" Alexander watched Maca's movements,

asked subconsciously.

"Well, this is a medicine—a potion, and its name is 'Dr. Wuli's Wangyou Ointment'." Maca took out the ointment from the vial and put it in a bowl, and explained casually, " Of course, this is also a kind of magic, and you will 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, Maca stretched out his hand and scratched gently on the top of the mouth of the bowl. Immediately, a cloud of clear water quickly condensed in the air and slowly fell into the bowl. in the bowl. Then he stretched out his index finger and shook it a few times to let the clean water dissolve the ointment completely.

On the side, Alexander watched all that Maca did with surprise on his face, his big eyes full of curiosity sparkled without blinking.

It can be seen that he is not very interested in potions. After all, this thing is no more colorful than the magic spell, and it has never been very attractive to children.

"Okay, take it over and let your father drink it, be careful not to leave it..." Maca waved his hand, "I remember you said that you are the one who cooks for father these few days, right?"

"Oh yes……"

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

This is a kind of potion that is specially used to treat thought wounds. When taken internally, the effect is quite remarkable, but its dosage needs to be controlled extremely precisely.

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

"Alexander, do you want to learn how to use magic?" He asked, seeing the child nodded immediately, and continued, "Then, before your father recovers, think about how to get him to agree with you Go to the magic school!"

"Uh... Where is the school? Is it far away?" The boy thought for a while.

"Well, it's still a bit far away for you now." Maca smiled and said, "When the school starts, the students usually take the train there, and it will probably take a whole day—"

"That...seems very far away..." Alexander hesitated, "I don't know if Dad will allow me to go."

"It's just now," Maca said. "When you turn seventeen and learn more powerful magic, you will be back in the blink of an eye."

"Blink of an eye? Oh... that's amazing!" Alexander said with his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief, "A day can be turned into a blink of an eye? Magic is so cool!"

"Yeah! It's cool," Maca nodded, using these new and interesting things to constantly stimulate the boy's interest. He believes that no child will 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, very wonderful..." Alexander said, "Sir, can you show me another magic? The kind that looks cool!"

"No, I think it's better not to do that for the time being," Maca said with a smile, "Because magic is so wonderful and powerful, it will not only bring us convenience, but sometimes it will also bring us harm. Only correct Only by using it carefully and treating it seriously can it help us well—"

They were chatting happily when suddenly the man on the bed trembled all over. And at the next moment, those eyes were fixed on Maca's direction.

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

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

"Mr. Wolf, I don't mean anything malicious, please relax as much as possible." Maca sat up and didn't get up, but just waved his hands, "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 a word. But Alexander rushed over immediately and supported his father, his face was full of concern.

Perhaps it was because his son returned to his side, which reassured Mr. Wolfe as a father a lot. He took a deep breath, and the headache seemed to be gradually relieved.

Maca knew that it was only because his previous state lasted a long time that he had a headache when he just regained his sanity. But this is only temporary, and the headache will slow down and disappear soon.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wolfe, who had been clutching his head, finally lowered his arms. He first looked down at Alexander at his side, then looked around the messy room for a week, and finally looked at Maca again with confusion.

"What...what happened? What time is it now?" He frowned, but found that his mind was full of chaos, "Who are you...?"

On the opposite side, Maca was still sitting calmly on the chair, looking at him calmly. Emotions can often infect others. Maca's calmness calmed down Alexander's father's chaotic mood.

"Mr. Wolfe, I think you should be aware of it," Maca said in a calm tone, "Because of some bad things, you have fallen into a not-so-good mental state, so that you are not very good at being stimulated by the outside world. There was almost no reaction. I prepared a medicine for you and asked Alexander to feed you—"

"A terrible thing..." Mr. Wolfe was taken aback when he heard the words, and murmured, "Ah! Roxana!"

"Please also pay attention, this time he recovered, but it doesn't mean he won't commit another crime in the future." Seeing that he started to recall again, Maca immediately reminded him, "Think about Alexander, he needs you as a father. "

"Father—" Alexander hurriedly hugged his father's arm when he heard it, and called him softly.

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

As he spoke, he paused for a moment before hesitatingly said: "What kind of medicine is that? I don't know if I can afford the price, but I will do my best to pay you... Yes, I still have Alex, you have been a great help to me!"

But Maca just shook his head.

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

Having said that, Maca nodded slightly towards the other party.

"I'm Maca McClain, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact... your child Alexander Wolf has enough wizard potential to be eligible to study magic at our school."

"magic?"

When this word is mentioned, Muggles will always show a similar look, and Maca has long been accustomed to it.

"Yes, 'magic'."

Maca nodded, followed by a seemingly casual wave. In the next second, everything in the room immediately flew up and fell to where they should be, and the accumulated dust disappeared in an instant.

The clothes in the closet jumped up and were automatically folded and put into the closet; the papers on the floor were gathered one by one and put back neatly in the drawer of the desk; even the quilt at Mr. She moved her body onto the bed and no longer slumped on the floor.

When the curtains opened to both sides with a "crash", the outside sunlight shone in unscrupulously, and the entire dark room suddenly became bright.

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