Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Neville lifted the quilt changed to the wounded, a rancid smell far more terrifying than the smell permeated in the air came immediately.

Although it was actually psychologically prepared, when the moment came, Ron and the other four couldn't help but take a step back. No wonder Neville would remind them to give way before lifting the quilt.

However, the most frightening thing is not the stench.

"This"

After all, Tonks and Jones are Aurors. In the face of some terrible scenes, their bearing capacity will obviously be much stronger than ordinary people.

Even so, when they saw the patient's waist and abdomen, the heavy gauze that had been soaked with dark red blood, they could not help but frown.

It can be seen that the surface blood has actually dried up, but still sticky dark plasma is flowing underneath. And between the gaps of the gauze, the black-red flesh tissue like rotten tomatoes, how it looks like the internal organs without the protection of the belly.

It must be said that this visual impact is absolutely very strong, just like Ron, just don't want to go and look at it once.

At this moment, he really felt like he was vomiting.

However, in the eyes of Derwent's long-established therapist, this scene is obviously not a ulcer or a rare symptom. It is just that such a severe ulcer occurs in a living person. This is indeed true. It cannot be said that it is common.

"Mr. Derwent ... look?"

Tonks stared at it for a long time before he could barely look away and turned to look at the therapist who she had deliberately invited to.

"Well," Derwent thought for a while, then said, "the abdominal ulcer should be only a superficial symptom. The exact cause of the disease must be checked to find out."

Having said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the wand from the inside of his robe, and then squatted down, covering his nose a little, regardless of the foul odor that was still on the wound.

"Stab it"

Seeing that the tip of the wand in his hand was gently picked, the gauze, which had long been ineffective, was immediately torn apart, exposing the huge wound underneath almost completely.

"Mr. Longbottom, have you given him white flavor, haven't you?"

White fresh flavor, which is a high-intensity trauma healing agent, has a significant effect. Even broken limbs can be repaired on the spot within a few seconds. Of course, only if someone helps to align the section. If you are right, you ca n’t use your arm right away, but you have to cut and reconnect.

"Yes," Neville replied immediately. "Maca provided a few of us with each of them. I saw that his abdomen was rotting too fast, so I poured him up regularly."

"It's okay," Derwent heard, and nodded suddenly. "If you didn't have your Bai Xianxiang, his abdominal cavity would be empty now!"

It is a pity that no matter how good the white fresh flavor is, there is only a pure wound healing effect. For the injured Auror's injury, it is natural to treat the symptoms but not the root causes, and it can barely keep it from deteriorating.

Derwent looked at the rotten part of the gut that could be seen visibly, and after thinking hard for a moment, he turned around suddenly, opened the suitcase he was carrying and hurriedly searched.

Soon, he saw that he had taken out a slender silver probe from the inside, and lightly pierced into the most ulcerated part of the wound.

Needless to say, it's not an ordinary silver needle, but a magic probe made by alchemy that reacts differently to abnormal magic.

Xu Shi felt what he felt when he pierced the silver needle, and saw that the muscles on the patient's face suddenly pumped, but he did not wake up because of it.

But think about it, it's all hurt like this, can you wake up?

Derwent didn't pay attention to the patient's trivial response, and the next second he pulled out the silver needle that had stuck into his abdominal cavity. When he saw that the surface of the silver needle stained with dark red plasma was abnormally lingering with light green smoke, his expression changed slightly.

"It's cursed magic, the type should be ... plague!"

"curse?"

Ron, who was covering his mouth and holding on to the sidelines, heard this word, and suddenly he felt as if he had grasped something, but when he thought about it for a while, he found no clue.

At the same time, Neville, who was also standing on the side, immediately frowned, and his face changed slightly:

"Sir, that is to say, is it contagious?"

"Generally speaking, this is the case," Derwent said, his face also looked a bit ugly, "and in history, except for a few rare and special cases, other plagues have been severely wounded. "

He couldn't help but feel heavy, because this is also equivalent to saying that everyone in their presence may have contracted this plague. It's just that there may be an incubation period, so I don't feel uncomfortable immediately, that's all.

However, this has already been done, and no matter how scared they are, it is useless.

So apart from Derwent and Neville, even Ron didn't show very exaggerated panic after realizing that he was most likely infected.

"Mr. Derwent, then, can this be ruled?"

This time, Tonks asked her expression is also very bad now, a face is slightly pale. After all, no matter who it is, when you learn that you may be sick, you often ca n’t really stay calm.

Derwent hesitated after hearing Tonks' question, and he finally shook his head slightly.

"Governance is definitely manageable, that is, the difference in time. But the problem is how to stop it from spreading. This is the most important issue at present ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ As for these people, Already infected with the plague curse, what better to care about?

"What kind of plague is this, more detailed inspections and targeted research are needed, and no conclusion can be reached for a while. Mr. Longbottom, find a way to send the results of my inspection to Camp St. Mungo. Remember Never send a letter with an owl or something. "

"Ok."

Neville nodded as soon as he heard it, then pulled his wand decisively.

"Call for God"

With the obscure chanting sound, when he saw the tip of his wand, a large amount of silver-white mist was gushing out. Immediately afterwards, a huge silver lion stepped out in a majestic manner and appeared in the aisle in the middle of the church.

"Go, find Maca!"

Before the words fell, he saw the lion nodded silently, and then turned into a cloud of light and flew across the church hall, dragging his long tail out of the window hole.