It's a rather cosy room.

Even if it is still night, the darkness before dawn is certainly not as warm as the sun, but the exquisite arrangement and some childlike wallpapers and hanging paintings make this room full of decoration and love.

But if there's anything strange......

"Sir, isn't this room a little too big for a child?"

"Oh, this was originally my son and daughter-in-law's room, but—"

Seeing that the old man who had walked into the room first had a faint sadness in his tone, Maca immediately shook her head—needless to say, he could guess a little bit about the situation.

"Well, I'll talk about that in a moment! Let me see the kids first. ”

As he spoke, he took two quick steps, and came to the side of the bed under the old man's nervous gaze.

In fact, when he offered to treat the old man's granddaughter just now, the old man was much more nervous than he was now. After all, although he had the audacity to greet Maca, his subsequent performance showed that he was still very uneasy in his heart.

He regards his granddaughter as much more important than his own life.

And when Maca stood still by the bed and looked at the little girl who was lying under the covers, the old man couldn't help but take a slight step forward.

Maca didn't pay much attention to the old man's vigilance and worry, and saw that he lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's face.

Well, it's no wonder that the old man is so nervous about this granddaughter, and when Maca looks at it, she finds that this is indeed a rather cute child.

Judging by her age, she should be about nine years old, her slender eyes are closed, and her small mouth has a smile even when she is asleep, even if there is a fine layer of sweat floating on her forehead because of illness.

Maybe it was a little hard to breathe, her chest drove the quilt up and down, faintly panting.

Maca looked at it, stretched out her palm and probed it slightly above the little girl's body, and then nodded to herself.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a fever...... Like you said before, it should be because I was frightened. ”

But Maca didn't mention that the child's current body temperature is not low, and if it continues like this, just the fever will be a problem.

Of course, he doesn't need to say such a trivial matter.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a medicine for her, and after drinking it in a while, she'll be fine."

As she spoke, Maca gently wiped the little girl's forehead and helped her wipe off the wet sweat on it. And the slight chill in his palm also quietly brushed on his forehead and cheeks.

Just like this, the old man who was staring at his little granddaughter next to him saw that his breathing, which was still a little heavy, gradually calmed down in a blink of an eye, and his slightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.

Xu was a touch of coolness that made the little girl named "Shirley" feel much more comfortable, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became larger.

"Borrow this table."

As she spoke, without waiting for the old man to agree, she turned around and walked to the small desk placed by the wall, and then took out all kinds of bottles and cans directly from her waist.

No way, although there is no difference in appearance between Muggles and wizards, their physique will change due to the active magic. It can be said that wizards and Muggles were exactly the same until the young wizards' magic went on a rampage, but that changed very quickly after that.

As such, potions can be used on Muggles, but they need to be increased or decreased according to their constitution. Potions masters who haven't studied this area are generally unsuccessful.

But Maca had already had experience in treating Muggles, and now she was just giving her a nourishing potion to improve her own resistance, and it really didn't take much effort.

However, the process by which wizards concoct potions must be very suspicious in the eyes of most Muggles. Even if Maca was only mixing ready-made potions and prepared materials at this time, the appearance of pouring several liquids of different colors and lusters back and forth could not help but make the old man look worried.

Fortunately, Maca's performance just now had already calmed the old man down a little, so even if he couldn't stop worrying and hesitating inside, at least on the surface, it didn't show it.

He always remembered that the young man in front of him was a "wizard" he had only seen in books!

"Alright."

Maca didn't even use fire to make the potion this time, so the scene was actually pretty good - well, there wasn't much of an eyesore in the cozy room.

"This ...... Oh, she's called 'Shirley', right? ”

"Yes."

The old man was stunned, and then quickly nodded.

Maca also bowed slightly, and then returned to the bed, gently patting the little Shirley who was still asleep.

"Wake up...... Little Shirley? After calling softly, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned around and said, "By the way, is she afraid of life, do you want to feed her?" ”

Looking at the milk-like liquid in the small glass beaker in Maca's hand, the old man couldn't help but wonder:

"Oh! Good, good...... Uh, this medicine...... How to use it? ”

Before Maca could answer, little Shirley had already woken up. And when she opened her hazy eyes and saw a stranger standing next to the bed that she didn't seem to know, her first reaction was to shrink into the quilt.

However, Maca's appearance can be said to be quite gentle, and it looks a little younger than the actual age of his life—otherwise, the old man would not have decided to invite him into the house in the first place.

Therefore, when the little girl saw his appearance clearly, she suddenly stopped shrinking down again, and only looked at him silently with her face half-hidden and a pair of sapphire eyes.

"Little Shirley, right? Brother has some cold milk here, do you want to drink a little? ”

For a child who is only nine years old, a fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention that this little girl has a lot of fever. To be honest, it was already good that she didn't burn out, even if the cool air that Maca just gave her played a part.

Of course, people with a fever usually can't drink something cold, unless they drink this "fake milk" from Maca's hands.

"Milk?"

Little Shirley covered her mouth under the quilt and asked sullenly, her speech a little unclear. And when she saw that there didn't seem to be much liquid in the beaker, she blinked, as if she was a little puzzled.

"How...... Just a little? ”

As she spoke, she subconsciously raised her slightly heavy head and glanced at her grandfather with some hesitation.