Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Well, there are only two things we need to do before Mr. McLean comes over."

After the guardian lion of De Neville left, the therapist Derwent continued:

"First, study the nature of the plague curse as much as possible against the symptoms of the patient, and this will be temporarily given to me; and the second thing is to figure out the source of the curse magic. About this ... Are there any clues on your side? "

"Well," Neville thought for a while, then said, "Perhaps you have noticed that we have been attacked by unknown shamans a few times before. That's why we acted a little nervous and kept alert ... ... and Tucker, it was only after he was wounded in the attack that he began to become like this ... "

Derwent heard that and nodded.

"How did he get hurt?"

"Um, I just cut my abdomen with a cutting spell. To be honest, although the scene at that time was scary, you know, it wasn't actually a very difficult injury."

Neville was already very good at herbal medicine. Although the talent in potion was really not high, ordinary injuries were not difficult to beat him. Honestly, if he left out his patron saint, who suddenly achieved something, he would not necessarily be a therapist after graduation.

In fact, after the attack on the church side, many of the wounded Aurors were healed by him!

"Well, is it just cutting the spell? Are you sure?"

"This ..." Neville hesitated, but finally shook his head. "No, strictly speaking, I'm not really sure."

"That would be difficult!"

When Derwent heard it, he couldn't help but stare at the wounded area again and lost his thoughts.

Seeing this, Tonks and others also knew how much they could not do by staying here.

"Neville, what about those black wizard attackers? Didn't you catch one or two?"

"No, it can't be done," Neville shook his head. "Those black wizards are very powerful. Although I could barely suppress some enemies with the help of the patron saint, I couldn't talk about three confrontations. What advantage. "

The voice did not fall, and Auror, who was sitting in the back of the prayer chair, could not help but say:

"Long Barton, you're good enough. It's because we dragged your hind legs."

"Orton, you can't say that," Neville hurriedly said. "If you hadn't killed Muggle Queen already, how could you survive the moment when you safely sent the Queen away?"

He was talking, but Ron's face changed, and he suddenly interjected:

"Wait, you said Queen Muggle ... wouldn't she also have the plague curse?"

Ron's remarks suddenly shocked everyone, including Derwent, who was still thinking about it! Since this thing is contagious, what about the Muggle Queen?

"Mr. Derwent, I think I need to ask you a question," Tonks immediately turned his head. "If there are no symptoms on the surface, that is, during the incubation period, will this curse be contagious?"

"No, although there is no way to be sure, but I don't think it can," Derwent said without hesitation. "However, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Muggle's abdomen wound started to fester when Queen Muggle left Yet?"

"This one"

Obviously, Derwent's question is really not easy to answer.

Because Tuck at that time was in a bad condition, he hadn't reached the level of concern, and the white fresh essence made his cut in the abdomen recover well. Maybe he didn't even doubt it. what.

And the more crucial point is ...

"Sir, I remember when Tucker said that he had an uncomfortable abdomen, he couldn't see anything on his stomach. So I think that this rot is likely to start from the internal organs."

When Derwent heard it, he knew what Neville meant. Indeed, if the fester started from the inside, it would be very difficult to accurately determine the start time.

In particular, in order to ensure that the injured did not continue to deteriorate to the point where they could not be cleaned up, they used several fresh fragrances for the other party.

But at this time, Tonks waved his hands:

"I asked if the incubation period would be contagious, not to confirm whether the Queen was actually infected. I was thinking, if I hurriedly bring the Queen back again now ... is it too late?"

The worst thing about the plague is the spread of the infection.

At this time, before treating her as a queen, it may be more correct to consider her as a hidden source of infection.

After all, if she started to spread outside, the situation at Muggle would no doubt be very bad.

Others soon realized that her worries were indeed justified, and saw Derwent immediately:

"It's too late, it should be too late ... Although physical differences, I'm not sure how this plague curse will behave on Muggles. But as long as she hasn't, it should be too late!"

"Jones, Neville, let's bring the queen back!" Tonks decidedly after hearing Derwent's judgment, "We'll just let it go. We must not let this plague spread."

"So ... what about me?" Ron whispered beside him.

"You stay here!" Tonks said without hesitation. "After we leave, it may be dangerous here. The black wizard who came over and attacked three times before may appear at any time. You are sent by Maca to help, I believe you It must be very strong ... Help to hold here and wait until Maca comes over! "

Ron couldn't help hearing that Tonks seemed to have some misunderstandings about himself.

Yes ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Maca never seemed to be weak, and Tonks didn't know much about Ron. Therefore, she took it for granted that since she was the one who Maca had plugged in, her strength should be very good.

Look at Neville! What an amazing patron saint a person can stand against a whole team of Aurors!

"Oh, this"

Ron felt sorry, but this seemed to be the first time he had been so trusted. In this case, it seems to be very difficult to confess to the other person that you are a "waste".

"Neville?"

He didn't say it directly, but still couldn't help looking at Neville, but the other side gave him an encouraging look inexplicably.

Of course, Tonks certainly didn't know Ron's mind. The situation was urgent, because no one knew what happened to Queen Muggle, so she decided to set off immediately.

"Well, then ... Mr. Derwent, and Ron, I'll leave it to you!"