Chapter 646

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

The room was messy everywhere, the sheets curled up under the man, and less than half of the quilt fell on the floor. The door of the wardrobe was open, and the clothes inside were stuffed together, both men's and women's.

At the other end of the room, there was a mottled desk without paint. The things on the desk were basically stacked horizontally, and several pieces of written paper were scattered at the foot of the table.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the warm afternoon sun outside could hardly penetrate, so that the whole darkness shrouded all the erosion in the room.

"Dad... Dad? Look at me... A magician has come to help you. You will get better..."

At the bedside, the little boy Alexander pulled the man's arm hard, but the other party just turned his head reflexively and gave the child a confused look with his godless eyes.

"Sir, please help him!" Alexander pulled his father again. He found that his father was still as unresponsive as before, so he quickly turned back and shouted at the door.

Maka came up after him. At this time, she didn't need the child to shout, so she immediately went forward.

"Mr Wolff?"

He stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the man. He saw that the other party's pupils almost didn't want to move, and didn't respond to his voice.

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

When a person suffers from extremely serious psychological trauma, it may lead to the collapse of the spirit itself. As for the consequences of mental breakdown, we can actually refer to Neville's parents, the longbartons tortured crazy by the heart drilling curse.

As long as it is not the worst state with small probability, the problem is not big for wizards. Of course, it would be better to respond to his actions.

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

While comforting the boy, Maka took out a small bowl from her waist, and then took out a palm sized magic medicine bottle.

"What's that?" Alexander asked subconsciously, looking at Maka's movements.

"Well, this is medicine magic medicine. Its name is' Dr. Uli's worry free ointment '." Maka casually explained as she picked out the ointment in the vial and put it in the bowl. "Of course, this is also a kind of magic. You will learn how to make them in the future."

"Oh..." the boy nodded.

After putting a certain amount of ointment into the bottom of the bowl, Maka reached out and gently scratched right above the mouth of the bowl. Suddenly, a clear water quickly condensed in the air and slowly fell into the bowl. Then he stretched out his index finger and shook it for a few times to let clear water dissolve the paste completely.

On one side, Alexander looked at what Maka had done in surprise. His big eyes full of curiosity were shining 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 magic spell, and it has never been very attractive to children.

"All right, take it over and let your father drink it. Be careful not to leave it..." Maka waved, "I remember you said you made something for your father these days?"

"Oh, yes..."

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

This is a magic medicine specially used to treat mental trauma. The effect is quite remarkable when taken orally, but its dosage needs to be controlled very accurately.

After Alexander fed his father the liquid, Maka asked him to sit down together and quietly wait for the medicine to work. During this waiting time, Maka chatted with him casually.

"Alexander, do you want to learn how to use magic?" he asked. Seeing the child nodded immediately, he continued, "well, before your father recovers, think about how to get him to allow you to go to magic school!"

"Er... Where is the school? Is it far?" the boy thought.

"Well, it's still a little far for you now." Maka smiled. "At the beginning of school, students usually go by train. It takes about a whole day -"

"That... Seems far away..." Alexander hesitated. "I don't know if my father will allow me to go."

"It's just now," Marca said. "When you're seventeen and learn more magic, you can come back in the blink of an eye."

"Blink of an eye? Oh... That's great!" Alexander stared at the boss with an incredible face. "A day can turn into a blink of an eye? Magic is so cool!"

"Yes! It's cool," said Marca, nodding and constantly stimulating the boy's interest with these new and interesting things. He believed that no child would not like these amazing things. "As long as you study hard, you will find that magic is a very wonderful thing."

"Oh, yes, very wonderful..." said Alexander. "Sir, can you show me other magic? That looks cool!"

"No, I don't want to do that for the time being," Marca smiled. "Because magic is wonderful and powerful, it will not only bring convenience to us, but also sometimes hurt us. Only by using it correctly and taking it seriously can it give us good help -"

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

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

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

"Mr. Wolff, I don't mean any harm. Please relax as much as possible." Maka sat and didn't get up, just waved her hand. "Maybe you can't understand the situation, but it doesn't matter. What you need now is rest."

"You --"

The other party obviously has a bad headache and it's hard to say a word. But Alexander rushed over at the first time, held his father, and his face was full of concern.

Perhaps it was because his son returned to his side, which reassured Mr. Wolff as a father. He took a deep breath and his headache seemed to ease down.

Maka knew that it was only because his previous state lasted a little longer that he had a headache when he just recovered his mind. However, this is only temporary, and the headache will soon ease and disappear.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wolff, who had been covering his head, finally put down his arm. First he looked down at Alexander at hand, then looked around the messy room for a week, and finally looked at Maka again with confusion.

"This... What happened? When is it now?" he frowned, but found that his mind was full of chaos, "who are you...?"

On the other side, Marca still sat calmly in her chair and looked at him calmly. Emotions can often infect others. Maka's calmness calmed Alexander's father's chaotic mood.

"Mr. Wolff, I think you should have noticed," Marka said gently. "Because some bad things have plunged you into a bad mental state, so that you hardly respond to external stimuli. I prepared you a medicine and asked Alexander to feed you -"

"Bad thing..." Mr. Wolff was stunned and muttered, "ah! Roxanna!"

"Please also note that this time it's recovered, but it doesn't mean it won't happen again in the future." Maka saw that he began to recall again and immediately reminded him, "think of Alexander, he needs your father."

"Dad -" Alexander quickly hugged his father's arm and called him gently.

"Oh! Um..." Mr. Wolff touched the child's head. His mood was quite complicated. "So, you helped me. Thank you..."

He said, paused a little, then hesitated and said, "what kind of medicine is that? I don't know if I can afford the price, but I'll pay you as much as I can... Yes, I have Alex. You helped me a lot!"

But Maka just shook her head.

"Don't take that to heart. The medicine is not expensive," he said. "I don't seem to have introduced myself yet..."

At this point, Maka nodded slightly to each other.

"I'm Marca McLean, a professor at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact... Your child Alexander wolf has enough wizard potential to be admitted to our school to study magic."

"Magic?"

At the mention of this word, Muggles always show a similar look, and Maka has long been surprised by it.

"Yes, 'magic'."

Maka nodded, followed by a seemingly random wave of her hand. The next second, everything in the whole room immediately flew up and fell to where they should stay, and the accumulated dust disappeared in an instant.

The clothes in the wardrobe jump up and automatically fold into the wardrobe; The pieces of paper on the ground gathered up one by one and put them neatly back in the drawer of the desk; Even the quilt at Mr. Wolff's feet moved gently to the bed and no longer hung on the floor.

When the curtains "clattered" open to both sides, the outside sun shines in unscrupulously, and the whole dark room suddenly became bright.

"Alexander will learn these tricks in the near future," Marca said with a smile.