In the room on the second floor, a bearded man was curled up on the bed, clutching his knees in a trance. His lips kept opening and closing, and his Adam's apple quivered slightly, as if he was saying something, but no one could hear it.

The room was messy throughout, the sheets were crumpled under the man, and half of the quilt was slumped to the floor. The door to the wardrobe was open, and the clothes inside were haphazardly stuffed together, both male and female.

At the other end of the room, there was a mottled desk with its paint peeled, and the things on the table were basically stacked horizontally and vertically, and a few pieces of writing paper were scattered at the foot of the table.

The curtains were closed, and the warm afternoon sunlight outside barely penetrated, enveloping the whole darkness over everything in the room.

"Daddy...... Father? Look at me...... You're going to get better with a magician to help you......"

At the bedside, the little boy Alexander tugged at the man's arm, but the other man only reflexively turned his head and looked at the child with his blank eyes.

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

Maca came up after him, and without the child's screaming, she immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Wolfe?"

He stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the man's eyes, seeing that the other person's pupils almost didn't mean to move, and he didn't react to his voice.

It is clear that Alexander's father should have had an impression only 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 collapse of the spirit itself. As for the consequences of mental collapse, you can actually refer to Neville's parents, the Longbottoms who have been tormented by the Hearts Curse.

As long as it's not the worst-case state with a small odds, it's not a big problem for wizards. Of course, it would be better if you could react to his movements as well.

"Alexander, your dad is fine, he'll recover soon......"

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

"What's that?" Alexander asked subconsciously as he watched Maca's movements.

"Well, it's a potion - a potion, and it's called 'Dr. Uli's Ointment'." Maca casually explained as she took out the ointment from the vial and placed it in the bowl, "Of course, it's also a form of magic, and you'll learn how to make them later." ”

"Oh......" the boy nodded.

After putting a certain amount of ointment into the bottom of the bowl, Maca reached out and gently scratched it directly above the bowl, and suddenly a ball of clear water quickly condensed in mid-air and slowly fell into the bowl. Then he stretched out his index finger and shook it a few times, allowing the water to completely dissolve the ointment.

From the sidelines, Alexander watched with amazement on his face as Maca did all this, his big eyes full of curiosity sparkling without blinking.

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

"Alright, bring it over and let your dad drink it, be careful not to leave ......it behind," Maca waved her hand, "I remember you said that you made food for your dad these days, right?" ”

"Oh yes......"

Alexander was stunned, then hurriedly approached and carefully picked up the small wooden bowl with both hands.

It is a potion that specializes in the treatment of mental wounds, and it is quite effective when taken internally, but it requires extreme precision in the amount of it used.

After Alexander had fed his father the potion, Maca asked him to sit down with him and wait quietly for the effect to take effect. During this waiting time, Maca took the opportunity to chat with him casually.

"Alexander, you want to learn how to use magic, right?" He asked, and when he saw that the child nodded immediately, he continued, "Then, before your father recovers, think about how to get him to agree to your going to the magic school!" ”

"Uh...... Where is the school? Far away? The boy thought for a moment.

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

"That'...... It seems like a long ......," Alexander hesitated, "I don't know if Dad will approve of me going." ”

"And that's just for now," said Maca, "when you're seventeen years old, and you've learned more magic, you'll be back in the blink of an eye." ”

"In the blink of an eye? Oh...... That's amazing! Alexander's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity, "A day's time can become a blink of an eye?" Magic is so cool! ”

"Yes! It's cool," Maca nodded, constantly piquing the boy's interest with these new and interesting things, he believed that no child would not love these amazing things, "as long as you are willing to study hard, you will find that magic is a very wonderful thing." ”

"Oh, yes, very wonderful...... "sir, can you show me any more magic?" said Alexander. The kind that looks cool! ”

"No, I guess it's better not to do that for now," laughed Maca, "and because magic is wonderful and powerful, it not only makes it easy for us, but sometimes it also hurts us." Only if we use it correctly and take it seriously can it help us well-"

They were chatting happily when suddenly the man on the bed shuddered. And in the next moment, those eyes were staring straight in the direction of Maca.

"Who are you? Why is it in my house...... Oh......"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the pain of his skull as if it was about to crack, which made him quickly cover his head.

"Mr. Wolfe, I have no ill intentions, please relax as much as possible." Maca sat down and didn't get up, just waved her hand and said, "Maybe you can't understand the situation in front of you, but it's okay, what you need now is rest." ”

"You-"

The other party obviously had a terrible headache, and it was difficult to even speak. But Alexander rushed over at the first moment, holding his father, his face full of concern.

Perhaps it was because his son was back on his side, which reassured Mr. Wolfe, as he took a deep breath, and his headache seemed to subside.

Maca knew that it was only because his previous state had lasted a little long that he had a headache when he had just regained his senses. However, this is only temporary, and soon the headache will subside and disappear.

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

"This ...... What's going on? What time is it? He frowned, but found that his mind was full of chaos, "You...... And who? ”

On the other side, Maca sat calmly in her chair, looking at him with a calm expression. Emotions are often contagious, and Maca's composure calmed Alexander's father with a chaotic mind.

"Mr. Wolfe, I think you're a little aware of it," Maka said in a gentle tone, "because something bad has put you in a not-so-good state of mind, so that you can hardly respond to external stimuli. I've mixed you up with a pill for Alexander to feed you—"

"Bad thing...... "Mr. Wolfe muttered, stunned, "ah! Roxana! ”

"Please also note that this time it is a recovery, but it does not mean that it will not be done again in the future." Seeing that he was starting to reminisce again, Maca immediately reminded him, "Think of Alexander, he needs you as a father. ”

"Daddy—" When Alexander heard this, he hurriedly hugged his father's arm and called him softly.

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

He paused slightly, and then said hesitantly, "What kind of medicine is that?" I don't know if I can afford it, but I'll do my best to pay you...... Yes, I still have Alex (1), you helped me a lot! ”

But Maca just shook her head.

"Don't take that to heart, the medicine isn't expensive," he said, "as if he hadn't introduced himself yet......

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

"I'm Macklean, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact...... Your child, Alexander Wolff, has enough wizarding potential to be admitted to our school to study magic. ”

"Magic?"

Muggles would always look similar to the word at the mention of it, and Maca would not be surprised by it.

"Yes, 'magic'."

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

The clothes in the wardrobe jump up and fold themselves into the closet; The pieces of paper on the floor were gathered together one by one and placed neatly in the drawer of the desk; Even the quilt at Mr. Wolfe's feet moved gently to the bed, no longer hanging on the floor.

When the curtains opened to both sides, the sunlight outside shone in unscrupulously, and the whole dim room suddenly became transparent.

"In the near future, Alexander will also learn these little tricks." Maca smiled and said.