Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This is a very warm room.

Even if it is still at night, the darkness before dawn is definitely not as warm as the sun, but the delicate layout and some children’s wallpapers and paintings make the room full of love.

But if you have to say something strange,…

“Old gentleman, is this room a bit too big for a child?”

“Oh, this was originally the room of my son and daughter-in-law, just-“

Seeing the old man’s tone of the first step into the room, there was a bit of sorrow, and Marx shook his head immediately—not to mention that he could guess a little.

“Well, let’s talk about it for a while! Let me see the child first.”

As he spoke, he walked two steps and came to the bed next to the old man’s nervous look.

In fact, when he took the initiative to ask the granddaughter of the elderly to see a doctor, the old man was much more nervous than he is now. After all, although he boldly greeted Marx, his performance after that showed that his heart was still very uneasy.

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

And when Marx stood by the bed, looking at the little girl lying in the bed, the old man couldn’t help but take a step forward.

Regarding the vigilance and worry of the old man, Marx didn’t pay much attention to it. He saw him even looking down at the face of the female child.

Well, it’s no wonder that the old man is so nervous about this granddaughter. Marx looks at it and finds that it is indeed a pretty cute child.

Look at her age should be about nine years old, slender eyes are closed, a small mouth is even asleep with a touch of smile like a smile, even if the forehead has been a layer of fine because of illness Sweat beads.

Perhaps it was a little hard to breathe, and her chest led the quilt up and down, faintly breathing.

Marx looked at it and stretched out his palm to look a little above the little girl’s body, and then he nodded.

“There is no major event, it’s just a fever…. As you said before, it should be frightened.”

Marx didn’t mention that the temperature of the child’s eyes is not low. If it continues to do so, it will only be a fever.

Of course, there is no need to say anything about this little thing.

“Wait a minute, I will give her a prescription, and if I drink it, it will be fine.”

While talking, Marx wiped the little girl’s forehead and wiped the wet sweat from the top. The slight chills in his palms also lingered on his forehead cheeks.

Just like this, the old man who was staring at the little granddaughter saw that there was still some heavy breathing that gradually calmed down in the blink of an eye, and the slightly wrinkled eyebrows suddenly stretched out.

Xu is that a bit of coolness makes this little girl named “Shirley” feel a lot more comfortable, and the curvature of her mouth becomes bigger.

“Let’s borrow this table.”

Marx was saying, not waiting for the old man to agree, turned and walked to the small desk next to the wall, and then pulled out all kinds of bottles and cans directly from the waist.

No way, the muggle and the wizard have no difference in appearance, but the physique will change due to the active magic power. It can be said that before the young wizards magic power, the wizard and the muggle are exactly the same, but will change soon after that.

Therefore, potion can be used by muggle, but it needs to be increased or decreased according to physique. It is not a potion teacher who has studied this aspect. Generally speaking, it is uncertain.

Marx has long had the experience of treating muggle, but now it’s just a nourishing potion to improve his resistance. It doesn’t cost much.

However, the process by which the wizard prepares the potion must be very suspicious in most of the muggles. Even though Marx is only using the ready-made potion and the prepared materials, it can be seen that the old people can look up and worry about the appearance of several different colors of liquid.

Fortunately, Marx’s performance has already calmed the old man, so even if he still can’t stop worrying about it, at least it’s not apparent.

He always remembers that this young man is a “wizard” he only saw in the book!

“All right.”

This time, the potion was tuned, and Marx didn’t even use the fire, so the scene was actually quite good—well, it didn’t have any eye-catching medicinal mist steam in this warm room.

“This…oh, is she called ‘Shirley’?”

“Yes.”

The old man stunned and then nodded.

Marx followed the slightly nodded, then returned to the bed and gently patted Xiao Xueli, who was still asleep.

“Wake up… Xiao Xueli?” After he screamed, he suddenly thought of something, and looked back. “Right, she is afraid of being afraid of life, do you want to feed?”

Looking at the milky liquid in the small glass beaker in Marx’s hand, the old man could not help but wonder:

“Oh! Good, good… Hey, this medicine… how to use it?”

Not waiting for Marx to answer, Little Shirley has woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw a stranger standing by the bed that she did not seem to know, the first reaction was to shrink into the quilt.

However, Marx’s looks can be said to be rather moderate, and it seems to be even smaller than the actual age of his life – otherwise, the old man will not decide to ask him to come home to “take a fight”. It is.

Therefore, when the little girl saw his appearance, he suddenly stopped the action of continuing to shrink, but half of the face, revealing a pair of sapphire eyes and watching him silently.

“Little Shirley, right? Big brother Here are some cool milk, do you want to drink a little?”

For a child who is only nine years old, fever is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing, not to mention the fact that the little girl is still burning. To be honest, she can be very good without being burnt, even if the coolness Marx just gave her has played a part.

Of course, people with fever usually can’t drink cold things unless they drink the “fake milk” on Marx’s hands.

“milk?”

Xiao Xueli covered her mouth under the quilt and asked with a sullen voice. The mouth was not clear. And when she saw that the liquid in the beaker didn’t seem to be much, she blinked and seemed to be a bit puzzled.

“How… just a little?”

As she spoke, she subconsciously lifted her slightly heavy head and looked at Grandfather with some hesitation.