harry potter book of crimes

When Neville lifted up the quilt that had been placed on the injured man, a rotten smell that was far more terrifying than the smell in the air suddenly came to him.

Although they were actually mentally prepared, when the moment came, Ron and the other four couldn't help but take another step back. It's no wonder that Neville would remind them to get out of the way before lifting the quilt.

However, the most daunting thing is not the stench.

"this"

After all, Tonks and Jones are both Aurors, and when faced with some terrifying scenes, their ability to endure is obviously much stronger than that of ordinary people.

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

It can be seen that the blood on the surface has actually dried up long ago, but the thick dark plasma is still flowing underneath. And between the gaps in the gauze, the black and red flesh and blood tissue like a rotten tomato does not look like it is there.

The belly protects the internal organs.

It must be said that this kind of visual impact is definitely very strong. Just like Ron, he just took one look and didn't want to look at it any more.

At this moment, he really felt like vomiting.

However, in the eyes of Derwent, a therapist who has been practicing for a long time, this scene is obviously not a physical ulcer or a rare symptom. It is just that such a serious ulcer occurs in a living person.

It really can’t be said to be common.

"Mr. Devont... look?"

Tonks stared at it for a long time, then reluctantly moved her eyes away, turning to look at the therapist she specially ran to invite.

"Well," Devonte thought for a while and then said, "The ulcer in the abdomen should be just a superficial symptom. The specific cause of the disease needs to be examined to know."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled out the wand from the inside of his robe. Then, ignoring the stench that was still emanating from the injured area, he covered his nose slightly and leaned down to squat down.

"Stab"

With a slight lift of the tip of the wand in his hand, the gauze that had long since lost much effect was torn apart, exposing the huge wound underneath almost completely.

"Mr. Longbottom, you have used white essence on him, right?"

White essence is a high-strength trauma healing agent. The effect is so obvious that even broken limbs can be repaired on the spot within a few seconds. Of course, the premise is that someone can help align the cross section. If it is crooked, the arm cannot be repaired.

Not to mention using it immediately, you will have to cut it off and reconnect it later.

"Yes," Neville replied immediately, "Maka gave us a few each. I saw that his abdomen was decaying too fast, so I poured some on him regularly."

"Fortunately," Derwent nodded immediately after hearing this, "Without your white essence, his abdominal cavity would have been completely empty by now!"

It's a pity that no matter how good the effect of white fresh essence is, it can only heal the trauma. For the injured Auror's injury, it naturally only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and can barely prevent it from getting worse.

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Derwent was lost in thought for a while while looking at the ulcerated area where even the intestines could be vaguely seen. After thinking hard for a moment, he suddenly turned around, opened the suitcase he was carrying and rummaged around hurriedly.

Soon, you could see him taking out a slender silver probe from inside and gently inserting it into the most severely ulcerated part of the wound.

Needless to say, that was no ordinary silver needle, but a magic probe made through alchemy that would react differently to abnormal magic.

Maybe he felt something when the silver needle was inserted, and he saw that the muscles on the patient's face suddenly twitched, but he did not wake up because of it.

But think about it, you are so injured, can you still wake up?

Derwent didn't pay attention to the patient's insignificant reaction. The next second, he pulled out the silver needle that had penetrated his abdominal cavity. When he saw that the surface of the silver needle stained with dark red plasma was abnormally lingering.

When dark green smoke started to appear, his expression changed slightly.

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

"curse?"

Ron, who was covering his mouth and forcing himself to watch, was suddenly startled when he heard this word. He felt like he had caught something, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't find any clue for a while.

At the same time, Neville, who was also standing aside, immediately frowned and his expression changed slightly:

"Sir, does this mean that it is contagious?"

"Generally speaking, it is like this," Derwent's face looked a little ugly when he said this, "and in history, except for a few special cases, other plague disasters have caused heavy casualties.

"

He couldn't help but feel heavy, because this was equivalent to saying that everyone present might have been infected with this plague. It was just because there might still be an incubation period that he didn't feel uncomfortable immediately.

That's all.

However, it has already been infected, and it is useless no matter how much they panic.

So not to mention Devonte and Neville, even Ron did not show any exaggerated panic after realizing that he had most likely been infected.

"Mr. Derwent, can this be cured?"

This time it was Tonks who asked. Her expression was very bad now, and her face was slightly pale. After all, no matter who it is, when they learn that they may be sick, they often cannot really stay calm.

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Devonte hesitated for a while after hearing Tonks' question, and he finally shook his head slightly.

"It can definitely be cured, it just depends on how much time it takes. But the problem is, how to stop its spread. This is the most important issue at the moment."

As for these people, they have already been infected by the plague curse, so what else do they need to care about?

"What kind of plague is this requires more detailed examination and targeted research, and no conclusion can be drawn for a while. Mr. Longbottom, find a way to send my examination results to St. Mungo's Camp. Remember

Never use owls or other creatures to deliver messages."

"OK."

After Neville heard this, he immediately nodded and then decisively took out his wand.

"Calling God to Guard"

Accompanied by the inaudible sound of chanting a mantra, a large amount of silvery-white mist was immediately emitted from the tip of his staff. Immediately afterwards, a huge silver lion stepped out with a majestic attitude and appeared.

In the middle aisle of the church.

"Go, find Maka!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the lion nodding silently, and then turned into a ball of light mist and flew across the church hall, dragging its long tail and leaving the window hole.