Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

After knocking Celica unconscious, Murphy skillfully stuffed the person into the box.

"Wadi Wasi!"

The box shot straight into the sky as if it had been thrown by a trebuchet. However, after reaching a certain height, the speed suddenly slowed down. No matter how much Murphy increased his magic power, the box stopped rising.

Sure enough, things won't be that simple.

After Murphy put down the box and flew Celica out, he found that the girl looked very strange.

Her face was completely blue, and the blood vessels in her neck were stained blue-black by something.

The blue-black color seems to originate from his chest, and is now retreating there.

Murphy hesitated for a moment, but in the end his great sentiment of healing the sick and saving lives overcame his little shame, and he untied Celica's clothes.

I saw a black patch the size of an apricot in the upper center of a pair of big rabbits. It looked like a bruise, but it was more ominous.

"plague?"

But why does it happen suddenly?

He glanced at the sky and flew up with Celica again. As the height increased, Celica's face quickly became very ugly, quickly turning from green to black, and she almost turned into an African girl in the blink of an eye.

this……

Could it be that the "seed of the soul" is not a completely psychological effect, but can actually restrict the actions of the transformed person through means such as germs?

Murphy put Celica down and tried spells, stop spells, and anti-curse potions, but none of them worked.

Indeed, as the diary said, ordinary means cannot remove the seed of the soul at all.

Dual control of mind and behavior, and anti-curse!

As a piece of magic, this thing is so perfect!

But this also means that it will be very troublesome to solve it.

Murphy put Celica's clothes back on and lifted her coma spell. The latter groaned and woke up, looking at Murphy confusedly: "My chest hurts, what's wrong with me?"

"You just fell ill and fainted," Murphy joked. "Tell me what happened to you here."

"I remember you used a coma spell..."

"That's not important." Murphy interrupted her, "What's going on here?"

"...This is the village of Joasim that I found." Celica was still a little confused.

"I know that, but have you found Joasim?"

"Found it. The villagers said there was a doctor in the village, named Joachim. I saw him, but he kept wrapping himself under a black robe and wearing a scary mask. I talked to him, and he also ignore me."

"Is he still alive?" Murphy asked, "Or has he turned into a zombie like everyone else?"

"I don't know, but he may be crazy." Celica said. "The night before yesterday, I saw him killing the villagers with my own eyes, cutting many people into pieces. But the next day In the morning, I saw him cast spells on them one by one and piece their bodies together."

hiss……

So perverted?

These villagers are already dead, and they are still being tortured like this. Is this Yoacim a super dismemberment maniac?

"How long have you been here? Where have you been?"

"It's been six days," Celica said. "Sometimes I hide in the barn, and sometimes I stay in the villagers' homes. Although they look terrible and smell bad, they are actually pretty good people. , but the food they provided was rotten, so I could only eat fruit and was very hungry every day.”

Murphy thought about the two heavy rabbits he had just seen.

Tsk, I’m hungry every day, but I don’t see you losing weight.

"So, you don't know what's going on with these villagers?"

Celica shook her head.

"You don't know where the spiritual seed is?"

Celica shook her head again.

"You don't know how you got the curse?"

Celica shook her head again.

"What do you know?"

Celica knew that Murphy was despising her again.

She was not convinced, "I know it's dangerous here, and I told you not to come."

Murphy was speechless.

Given what happened to Celica just now, maybe the curse is related to the plague?

If Celica was cursed simply because she was infected with a germ, wouldn't that mean that the curse could spread indefinitely?

If I replace the curse effect with "loyal to Murphy or something like that", and then spread this plague and cause a global pandemic, can I unify the world?

It's over, now the protective umbrella can't do anything but study germs and viruses.

It was not possible to take Celica out for the time being, but Murphy was not unprepared.

He directly drew 400cc of Celica's blood, first confirmed that Celica was infected with the plague through an indirect hemagglutination test, and then put the remaining blood into a centrifuge.

This plasma will be used to isolate peripheral blood mononuclear cells to produce Celica's own specific T cells.

At the same time, he also brought a lot of antibiotics, many of which were effective against Yersinia pestis.

"These drugs are enough to temporarily control your symptoms, and it is not difficult to completely cure your disease when the specific T cells are prepared," Murphy said.

"Really?!"

Celica thought she was dead. She was very happy when she heard this, and looked at Murphy with joy and admiration.

"Of course." Murphy nodded firmly.

"but……"

He held the injections and suddenly looked embarrassed, "Actually, these injections can only achieve optimal results when injected into the buttock muscles."

Celica looked at Murphy's serious nonsense and was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening. She blushed and said, "You, you lie..."

"Do you still want to be treated?" Murphy said sternly.

"..."

So why does this man always talk such serious nonsense?

Moreover, why do I still believe it every time!

"……think……"

The girl's face turned red to her ears.

Tsk tsk tsk...

Seeing that Celica agreed half-heartedly, Murphy was about to ask her to lie on his leg to get an injection, when a group of people came from a distance.

They were holding hoes and pitchforks, and they were obviously villagers from the village. Looking at them, there was a hole here and a piece of rotten flesh there, none of them was intact, but they themselves didn't even notice it, and the blackness was pouring out.

Celica was a little nervous by this momentum and immediately hid behind Murphy.

"Did you yell just now?" an old zombie shouted.

"Where are Granny Eureka and Matt?" another zombie shouted.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our village?" someone asked.

"You look weird, take off your mask!" Someone ordered again.

Another one who looked younger shouted: "Let that girl go! She's mine!"

Murphy looked up and rolled his eyes, "Brother, could you please put half of your face back before you think about picking up girls?"

Besides, your lower body is already rotten, so what’s the use of worrying about it?

He asked Celica, "The content of the curse of the soul seed is that the plague still exists in the village, so you can't leave, right?"

"Yes, that's why I want to cure them all."

"Huh," Murphy sneered, "It's been a hundred years, and the plague in this village still hasn't disappeared. There are no living people here anymore. You can't cure them."

"But it cannot be cured, but it does not mean that the plague cannot be eradicated."

Murphy said, pulling Celery into the Jeep and locking the door, "Sit here and don't move."

He got out from the roof of the jeep, turned down the speaker and stuffed it back into the suitcase. Then with a wave of his wand, a dark thing flew out of the suitcase and was placed on the roof of the car.

Six chrome-plated barrels, electric runner, man's romance, exorcist's favorite.

That was actually a Gatling gun!

Pulling out a bullet chain from the suitcase and pressing it into the magazine, he plugged the power supply into the interface. Looking at the thick head, Murphy sighed with compassion.

"It has been a hundred years and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Let the Bodhisattva save you!"