Chapter 413 Maca's Trendy Apple Pie

( ) It is already noon, and the sun is hanging high above the head, bringing people the warmest time in this cold day.

The bright sunlight diffused into the living room from the window, and lightly sprinkled on the slightly dusty floor, reflecting the soft light leisurely.

On the banks of the Hudson River, the natural tranquility is far more than the hustle and bustle of the city, and there are no tall buildings to block the light. It is indeed a good place to live leisurely.

Both 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 have passed since they left the bedroom. During this period, Maca came out only once, and after explaining that Sirius would be examined and treated, the door was never opened again.

Now Abigail is very distressed. It's almost lunch time. Should I call them? Although treatment must be very important, but filling the stomach is also very important, right?

"It's all done! Lunch time! I'll call them—" "Wait."

Olivia didn't think that it would disturb their treatment. In other words, Maca just said "It's time for examination and treatment". You always have lunch, right?

"Wait a little longer!" Abigail subconsciously stopped Olivia.

However, this seemingly good lunch, Maca and Sirius still failed to eat it in the end.

Sirius' situation was more serious than Maca had imagined. Although he was not helpless, it took a lot of effort to deal with it.

When the silent man attacked Sirius, some energy penetrated into Sirius' body, and continued to erode his own magic power, making them no longer usable by Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state similar to the exhaustion of magic power, and he cannot even release a small floating spell.

However, if you want to talk about gains, there are some.

In fact, after some inspections, Maca confirmed one thing - the strange black mist of the Obscure indeed has many similarities with the black mist of the Bewitching Monument. Can be summed up.

After Maca suffered a blow from Voldemort last time, the situation he encountered was quite similar to that of Sirius now.

Although not exactly the same,

But the reason is worth investigating.

From the examination and treatment of Sirius, to the analysis of the energy of the black mist, Maca's hands almost never stopped.

The door of the bedroom was finally opened when the sun gradually set and the clouds in the sky dyed the whole field of vision red.

"Oh—Mr. McLean, you're out at last?"

As soon as Maca walked out of the room, she was caught by Olivia who had been doing nothing all day.

"How is Mr. Black all right? He's been looking sickly since the first time I picked him up at our back door, I thought he'd been bitten by a muttra at first It's here! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer muttra rats here in the United States. It's really not easy to see a patient who was bitten by them. I've always wanted to see the fire coming out of my ass What about the symptoms..."

"Ah, if it wasn't for the fact that the laws of the United States strictly forbid private breeding of magical animals, I could bring you two..." Maca interrupted Olivia's chatter with a smile, and said casually, "Is there anything to eat? "

"Kitchen, there's over there in the kitchen—" Olivia said cheerfully, "Abby's been there all the time! So you can always have hot pies... oh, she won't let me say that. "

"Hmm..." Maca shrugged, "Okay, I understand, I'll pretend I didn't hear anything."

He paused, then said sincerely to Olivia: "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet... Thank you for saving Sirius. He is the godfather of a good friend of mine and the only relative 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 okay..." Olivia showed a pure smile and said briskly, "I am the daughter of my father. Our father never abandoned any patient, and I am the same. Although my ability is not enough As a real therapist, my principles will never change!"

"Well," Maca looked at her and nodded, "I think you are a real therapist now. The lack of knowledge can be filled with time, but beliefs and principles often Accompanied by a person's life."

He thought for a while, then took out two thick notebooks from his waist, and stuffed them directly into Olivia's hands.

"This is the notes I compiled when I was studying the practical application of some potions. Many of them are the treatment records of some famous therapists for various diseases, as well as my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge inside is inevitably a bit one-sided , but it might be of some help to you."

After all, Maca turned and walked downstairs without waiting for Olivia to say anything else.

This house does not occupy a large area. The downstairs is a one-piece hall that combines the kitchen and the living room. When Maca came down the stairs and into the living room, she found Abigail dozing off at the kitchen table.

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

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

Since he kept people waiting for so long, Maca didn't have the nerve to bother them. After looking at the material in front of him and thinking about it for a while, he took out his staff and began to fiddle with it by himself.

"Anyway, I'm a Hufflepuff-born wizard. I don't think I can make a big meal, but baking a pie must be within my grasp, right?"

However, Maca soon discovered that she seemed to have underestimated the magic of the kitchen. No, to be precise, he underestimated his unrestrained creativity that day!

"Boom!"

Not long after, a ball of flames rose up in the kitchen, waking up Abigail who was dozing off with her chin propped up.

"Oh——" she turned around abruptly, and then couldn't help exclaiming, "Mr. McLean? What are you... what are you doing?"

At this moment, in front of Maca, a huge fireball is floating in the air. The flames in the fireball kept tumbling, and steaming heat waves rushed towards our faces.

"Uh..." Maca turned around and smiled awkwardly, "I suddenly wanted to see if I could bake an apple pie if I only used magic."

"Only use magic?" Abigail widened her eyes and said, "There are baking pans and ovens over there, why use flames directly? Isn't it enough to heat the oven with a spell?"

"Well...how should I put it?" Maca smiled and said, "It's just a small idea, just a small idea!"

"Really..." Abigail looked at the big fireball with a complicated face, and said weakly, "Then, can you tell me, what is the magic spell of this fireball?"

"Well..." Maca thought for a while, "This is the effect formed by controlling the magic power, but... well, the prerequisite is at least to be able to perceive one's own magic power, which is generally more difficult. .”

"Perception of magic power? Is it by talent? It's like Transfiguration Magus—" Abigail asked curiously, "I know that there are also a few wizards in the wizarding world who have some rather peculiar magical talents. One of them?"

"Perhaps there are such wizards too..." Maca explained while maintaining the temperature of the fireball, "but this is not my talent, but... do you know the Patronus Curse?"

"Ah, I know...that is a rather profound spell." Abigail nodded, "Our Charms professor said that the magic foundation required to cast that spell is far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. "

"No, the Patronus Charm is actually not that complicated." Maca shook his head and said, "The difficulty of the Patronus Charm is the chanting of the incantation, because it requires the purest will to be poured into each syllable. Quite a high level of concentration, and a rich imagination."

"And the characteristic of the Patronus Charm is the 'happiness' in the caster's heart, or the 'guardian' - both of which are wills related to others."

"And the magic that accompanies every wizard's soul is essentially a kind of 'will'...or at least it is closely related to the will. If you want to perceive magic, I think it is a good place to start with the Patronus Charm choose!"

When Abigail felt yearning for hearing this, Maca slightly raised his eyebrows, and then dispersed the fireball with a wave of his staff.

As the flame dissipated in an instant, a spherical golden dough immediately appeared in the sight of the two of them.

"What is this..." Abigail stared blankly at the ball, smelling the fragrance wafting from the ball, she couldn't help but said in surprise, "Mr. McLean, don't tell me... this is An apple pie?"

"Ahem..." Maca coughed dryly, "You have to listen to me, there is a reason for this...Because you think that if you want the dough to be heated evenly, the spherical shape is the most reasonable ?"

"Um...really?" Abigail blinked, "Maybe you're right, but this..."

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

As he spoke, he waved his wand again, and the ridiculous-looking "new spherical apple pie" immediately fell apart and fell into the plates on the dining table one by one.

After a while, there was an extra piece of odd-shaped pie on the dinner plate on the table, but they looked like the leftover watermelon rind.

"Okay!" Maca sighed, "I admit, they really don't look very good just looking at the appearance."