Chapter 334

Unlike the study, which is littered with books everywhere, Maka's Potion preparation room looks very tidy. No, it's more "strict" than "neat".

In some magic stories in the Muggle world, when talking about magic drugs, you usually think of an old witch holding a big spoon to stir a medicine pot bigger than people, and there is usually a firewood pile under it.

But in the magic world, that kind of situation will never exist.

Not to mention how complex and rigorous other steps are, the type and control requirements of light is the devil flame are very high. If any element is not accurate enough, a pot of magic medicine will have a 99% chance of scrapping.

In fact, in Maka's Potion preparation room, a series of areas such as "biomaterial research area", "magic reaction test area", "finished product experimental observation area" are divided in detail.

The potion preparation room, which is formed by connecting several basements, will give people the feeling of "Wow! This room is so spacious!" at a glance.

"Sorry, I asked you to help... This time mainly because we need to find out as soon as possible what caused Kingsley's symptoms..."

Before entering the door, Maka really wanted to take the opportunity to ask TIA what her intention was to find Snape. But seeing that the other party seemed unable to say anything, he simply skipped first.

After all, the most important thing now is to test Kingsley's blood sample first.

"... anyway, please."

"... uh, no... no, it's all right." TIA shook her hands quickly, looking a little embarrassed. "I... Always wanted to... Thank you... Mr. McLean."

"Thank me for what?" Marca said casually as she waved her wand and moved the tools she needed to use to the table. "Well, can you purify Aconitum root for me first? 5 ounces after drying, no problem?"

"Oh... OK, OK." TIA nodded timidly.

"I'll write down the materials to be used first. Go to the material warehouse and take them according to the list..." Maka said, pointing to the parchment and feather pen on the table behind her. "By the way, what is the most complex magic medicine that Miss TIA has prepared independently?"

"... compound intelligence enhancer..." TIA stood aside, her hands folded and hung in front of her, a little nervous.

"Oh? Can you prepare the composite preparation independently? It seems that several steps can be safely completed by you..." Maka nodded. "Ah, the material list has been written and can be taken - the positions are clearly marked. You can see that the storage warehouse is over there..."

In the conversation between them, Maka's hand never stopped almost once. After preparing the equipment, he hurriedly lay on the table, pulled a pile of manuscript paper and brushed his handwriting.

He seldom writes with magic, which is one of his habits.

When TIA came back from the storehouse with the materials, they stopped chatting and focused entirely on the preparation of blood test reagents.

To tell the truth, Maka actually found that TIA's concentration on magic medicine is quite high.

Although her technique is almost dependent on textbooks and various reference materials, and her talent is obviously not outstanding, her practice of taking every detail seriously still won the favor of Maka, a research madman.

Of course, this favor is purely out of academic respect.

Dozens of minutes later, Maka gently closed the lid of the crucible, and then nodded politely to TIA.

"That's all for the time being," he sat back in the back chair and turned over the manuscript. "Let's have a rest for Miss TIA... Well, it seems that if we can have a qualified assistant, the efficiency will be improved a lot."

"... well."

TIA sat in the biomaterial preparation area on the other side and nodded weakly. If this place were not quiet enough, others might not be able to hear it.

"Ah, yes!" Maka suddenly turned her head. "You said you wanted to thank me... Thank me for what?"

When TIA heard the speech, she first hesitated with her mouth closed, and then stumbled.

"I, I mean... I was suddenly brought to this place, really... Really scared. I know they all doubt my identity... But only Mr. McLean, you didn't show that look once."

"Later, you asked Miss Lena to take care of me all the time... Really, the food here is delicious, the bed is soft, and no one has bullied me... And you always let me live here. Obviously, I don't even have money..."

"Although I, I am very timid and dare not say or do anything, I understand... It is all because of Mr. McLean's tolerance that others have questioned my existence all the time. It is all because of Mr. McLean..."

TIA spoke more and more fluently, although her voice was still small, her hands clenched tightly, and there was a silent uneasiness. But this time she didn't stop halfway as usual, but insisted.

In her words, Maka and Lena are mentioned most often, and every time she mentions them, she will show a look of gratitude.

"... so, really, really, thank you very much... I like this place very much."

"Just like it," Marca smiled. "As you can feel, the people here are very good... Although there are many strange people, everyone is kind-hearted."

What about me? Am I kind?

Marca put a big question mark on her head.

"But..." at this point, TIA suddenly lost her voice and said, "but I'm afraid I can't stay any longer... Can I... Leave?"

"Hmm?" asked Maka suspiciously. "What's the matter? I remember you're from the United States... Is there a goal to achieve in Britain?"

He paused and added: "to tell you the truth, the situation in the British magic world is very complex these days. It's not safe anywhere outside... If possible, it's best not to act alone."

"But I... I must..." TIA grabbed the hem of her robe. "I want to find a place... I must find that place! This is the most important goal I have found in my life."

"Find a place?" Maka looked at her. "Miss Tiya, where are you looking? If you find it yourself, I think you will get lost again... Can you tell me? I'm still familiar with the British magic world, maybe..."

"Ah... Um..."

TIA hesitated, dropped her head, and subconsciously touched her chest with her fingertips, where a small outline loomed.

"Oh, don't force... I'm just asking." Marca waved her hand.

"No, I think you're right... I should ask someone," said TIA softly. "It's just that this matter is... Very important and important to me. It's impossible to ask someone casually... In this case, it seems that it's most appropriate to ask Mr. McLean..."

"Really? Uh... My pleasure." Marca put the manuscript paper back on the table and nodded slightly.

In Marca's slightly questioning eyes, TIA took the Silver Photo Pendant hidden close to her body out of her collar and carefully touched the exquisite texture on it.

"I mentioned it before?" she said. "I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, and this pendant was stuffed in my swaddling clothes when I was... Picked up... Should be the only meaningful Memorial left to me by my biological parents."

She murmured as if to herself.

"My name 'TIA' is the word engraved on the back of this pendant, and here -"

With a "click", the silver cover of the pendant automatically bounced open, and the Muggle photo appeared in front of her again.

"I've been looking at the photos here, imagining what my biological parents would be like... What would they be like if I lived with them..." she said gently, with a trace of indelible sadness in her tone.

"I've been bullied by others in the orphanage and school... But every time I look at it after the event, I don't seem to feel the pain in my body and heart, and I seem to... Have the meaning to continue to live."

"I heard the director of the orphanage mention that I was picked up in a forest on the outskirts of the city before I was sent to the orphanage. There seem to be many terrible traces in that forest..."

"After I was later selected to study magic in ifamani, I realized that the descriptions of forest traces heard from the Muggle Dean were very much formed by the battle between wizards."

"So you think your parents had to leave you in the forest?" Maka said thoughtfully, "... Since you can stay there safely, your parents... Are likely to still be alive?"

"Yes..." TIA nodded, "and... The environment in this picture looks very similar to that in Britain..."

"So you came here..." Maka stood up and walked slowly to her, "um... Let me see..."

When Maka came this way, she obviously shrunk, but she didn't show much resistance.

"Oh... It's really like... Hmmm..." Maka looks down at the small picture in the pendant, frowning slightly, as if comparing it with her own memory. "It looks like... It's similar to some small towns around Manchester..."

In the background of that photo, the low, patchy bungalows make people feel a sense of "smoke everywhere". It is undoubtedly a small town with a dignified living environment.