It was noon, and the sun was hanging high overhead, bringing the warmest time of the cold day.

Bright sunlight filtered through the window into the living room, gently spilling on the dusty floor, reflecting the soft light leisurely.

On the banks of the Hudson River, there is much more natural tranquility than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there are no towering buildings blocking the light, making it a great place to live leisurely.

Abigail and Olivia were busy in the kitchen on the first floor, and some simple and distinctive meals were quickly put on the table, but there was still no movement upstairs.

More than four hours had passed since they left the bedroom. During this time, Maca only came out once, and after explaining that Sirius was to be examined and treated, the door was never opened again.

Now that Abigail is distressed, and seeing that it's lunchtime, should he call them? While treatment must be important, it is also important to fill your stomach, right?

"It's all done! It's time for lunch! I'm going to call them—" "Wait. ”

Olivia didn't think about whether it would disturb their treatment, or rather, Maca just said "it's time for examination and treatment", and lunch was always needed, right?

"Wait!" Abigail subconsciously stopped Olivia.

However, this seemingly good lunch, Maca and Sirius still didn't make it to the end.

Sirius's situation was a little more serious than Maca had imagined, and while it wasn't helpless, it was a lot of work to deal with.

When the Silent attacked Sirius, some of the energy seeped into Sirius's body and continued to erode his own magic, making them no longer available to Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state similar to the depletion of mana, unable to release even a small levitation charm.

However, if you want to talk about the harvest, there are also gains.

In fact, after some examination, Maca confirmed one thing—the strange black mist of the Silent One really had many similarities with the black aura of the Bewitching Monument, which could no longer be summed up by the word "coincidence".

The last time Maca had been hit by Voldemort, the situation he had encountered was quite similar to that of Sirius now.

Although it is not exactly the same, the reasons are worth investigating.

From the examination and treatment of Sirius, to the later analysis of that black mist energy, Maca's hands barely paused.

It wasn't until the sun was sinking in the west and the clouds in the sky were reddening the whole vision that the bedroom door finally opened.

"Oh—Mr. McLean, you're finally out?"

As soon as Maca walked out of the room, she was caught by Olivia, who had been idle all day.

"How? Is Mr. Black okay? He had been looking sick since the first time I picked him up at the back door of our house, and I thought he had been bitten by a Motra rat! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer Motra rats in the United States, and it is not easy to meet a patient who has been bitten by them, and I have always wanted to see the symptoms of fire in the butt......"

"Ah, if it weren't for the strict prohibition of raising magical beasts without permission under the laws of the United States, I could have brought you two......" Maca laughed as she interrupted Olivia's chatter and said casually, "Is there anything to eat?" ”

"The kitchen, there's—" Olivia said cheerfully, "Abby has been there!" So that you can have hot pies at any time...... Oh, she won't let me talk about this. ”

"Well...... "Well," Maka shrugged, "well, I see, I'll act like I didn't hear anything." ”

He paused for a moment, then said to Olivia sincerely, "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet...... Thank you for saving Sirius, the godfather of one of my best friends and the only one he can trust. If you hadn't taken him in when he needed help the most, the father and son might never see each other again......"

"No, it's all right......," Olivia said briskly, smiling innocently, "I'm my father's daughter, and our father never abandons a patient, and neither do I." Although I am not strong enough to be a true healer, my principles will never change! ”

"Well," Maca said as she looked at her and nodded, "I think you're a real healer by now." Knowledge deficiencies can be filled with time, but beliefs and principles often accompany people throughout their lives. ”

He thought about it for a moment, then took out two thick notebooks from his waist and shoved them directly into Olivia's hands.

"These are the notes I put together while researching the practical applications of potions, and there are many records of the treatment of various ailments by some famous healers, as well as my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge in it is inevitably a bit one-sided, it may be helpful to you. ”

With that, Maca didn't wait for Olivia to say anything more, and turned and walked downstairs.

The house is small on a small plot of land, and downstairs there is an integrated living room with a kitchen and living room combined. When Maca walked down the stairs to the living room, she found Abigail dozing off at the kitchen table.

He didn't bother Abigail, but walked over to the kitchen and looked left and right.

It seems that Olivia is right, Abigail probably wants to wait for them to come down before roasting. Although Maca thinks that pies are actually not bad when they are cold, but in such a cold weather, they are really freshly baked and more popular.

Since the family has been waiting for so long, Maca is embarrassed to trouble people again. After looking at the material in front of him and thinking about it for a while, he took out his staff and tinkered with it on his own.

"Anyway, I'm also a Hufflepuff-born wizard, I guess I can't make a big meal or something, but I guess I can bake a pie or something, right?"

However, it soon becomes apparent that Maca seems to be underestimating the magic of the kitchen. No, to be precise, he underestimated his own wild ideas!

"Bang!"

It wasn't long before a flame rose in the kitchen, waking Abigail, who was dozing off with her chin propped up.

"Oh-" she jerked around, and then couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. McLean?" What are you...... What is this doing? ”

At this moment, in front of Maca, a huge fireball was floating in the air. The flames in the fireball kept tumbling, and a wave of steaming heat rushed towards the face.

"Uh......" Maca smiled awkwardly as she looked back, "I suddenly wanted to see if I could bake an apple pie if I could use only magic." ”

"Only magic?" Abigail's eyes widened and he said, "There are baking trays and ovens there, why just use a flame?" Enough to heat the oven with a spell, right? ”

"Hmm...... How so? Maca laughed, "It's just a small idea, a small idea!" ”

"Yes...... Abigail said weakly as he looked at the big fireball with a complicated expression, "So, can you tell me what kind of spell this fireball is?" ”

"Well...... "Marka thought for a moment, "it's the effect of controlling the magic, but ...... Well, the prerequisite is to be able to sense your own magic at least first, which is generally more difficult. ”

"Perceiving magic? Is it talent? It's like Magus the Disguise—" Abigail said curiously, "I know that there are a few wizards in the wizarding world who have some strange magical talents, and this is one of them, right?" ”

"Maybe there are wizards like that......" Maca explained as she maintained the temperature of the fireball, "but I'm not a talent, it's a ...... Do you know the Patronus Charm? ”

"Ah, you know...... That's a pretty esoteric spell. Abigail nodded, "Our Charms professor said that the magic foundation required to cast that spell was far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. ”

"No, the Patronus Charm isn't that complicated," Maca shook her head, "The difficulty of the Patronus Charm is the chanting of the incantation, because it requires the purest will to be infused into each syllable, which requires a high level of concentration and a lot of imagination. ”

"And the nature of the Patronus Charm is the 'happiness' or 'protection' of the caster's heart—both of which are related to the will of others."

"And the magic that accompanies the soul of every wizard is essentially a kind of 'will'...... Or at least it has to do with the will. If you want to feel magic, I think it's a good idea to start with the Patronus Charm! ”

When Abigail listened with some longing, Maca raised an eyebrow slightly, and then scattered the fireball with a wave of her staff.

As the flames dissipated instantly, a spherical golden dough immediately appeared in the sight of the two.

"What is this......" Abigail said in surprise as he stared blankly at the ball, smelling the aroma wafting from it, "Mr. McLean, don't tell me...... Is this an apple pie? ”

"Ahem...... "Ahem," Maca said dryly, "you have to listen to me, there's a reason for that...... Because you think, if you want the dough to heat evenly, isn't it the most reasonable spherical shape? ”

"Hmm...... Is it? Abigail blinked, "Maybe you're right, but it's ......"

"Don't worry, the inside is hollow, otherwise the outside is scorched and the inside may not be cooked." Maca shrugged her shoulders and said, "Look! I still think about it a lot. ”

As he spoke, he waved his staff again, and the rather comical-looking "New Spherical Apple Pie" immediately split apart and fell to the plates on the table in turn.

After a while, there was an extra piece of odd-shaped pie on the plate on the table, but they didn't look much different from nibbling on the leftover watermelon rind.

"Okay!" Maca sighed, "I'll admit, they don't look good just by looking at them. ”