Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1399: Curse of the Plague

When Neville lifted the quilt that had been changed to the wounded person, a rancid smell that was far more terrifying than the smell in the air came upon him.

Although it was actually considered mentally prepared, when that moment came, Ron and the four others couldn't help but take a step back. It's no wonder that Neville reminded them to let go before lifting the quilt.

However, the most prohibitive thing is not the stench.

"This"

Tonks and Jones are both Aurors after all. When facing some terrible scenes, their ability to withstand is obviously much better than ordinary people.

Even so, they couldn't help frowning when they saw the heavy gauze between the patient's waist and abdomen that had been soaked in dark red blood.

It can be seen that the blood on the surface has already dried up, but the thick dark plasma is still flowing underneath. And between the gaps of the gauze, the black-red flesh and blood tissues like rotten tomatoes looked like internal organs without the protection of the belly.

It must be said that this visual impact is absolutely very strong, just like Ron, who just glanced at it and didn't want to look at it anymore.

At this moment, he really feels a kind of nausea **.

However, in the eyes of the long-time therapist, Derwent, this scene is obviously nothing.** Festering is not a rare symptom. It's just that such a serious festering occurs in a living person. On the body, this really cannot be said to be common.

"Mr. Derwent... Look?"

Tonks stared at him for a long time, then barely looked away, and turned to look at the therapist she had specially invited over.

"Well," Derwent thought for a while, and then said, "The ulcer in the abdomen should be only a superficial symptom. The specific cause of the disease should be checked to know."

After that, he stretched out his hand and drew out the wand from the inside of the robe, and then, ignoring the stench that was still exuding from the wound, he slightly covered his nose and squatted down.

"Prickly"

Seeing that the tip of the wand in his hand was lightly picked, and the gauze that had been useless for a long time was torn apart immediately, exposing the huge wound under it almost completely.

"Mr. Longbottom, you have used white fresh flavor for him, haven't you?"

Bai Xian Essence, a high-strength trauma healing agent, is so effective that even the severed limbs can be repaired on the spot in a few seconds. Of course, the premise is that someone helps to align the cross section. If it's crooked, the arm can't be used immediately, don't tell me, you have to chop and reattach your head.

"Yes," Neville replied immediately, "Maca provided a few for each of us. I saw that his abdomen was decayed too fast, so I gave him some time to pour it up."

"Fortunately," Derwent nodded when he heard the words, "If you didn't have your fresh white essence, his abdominal cavity would have been completely empty by now!"

It's a pity that no matter how good the effect of Baixian essence is, there is only a simple wound healing effect. For this injured Auror's injury, it is of course only a temporary solution, and it can barely maintain it from worsening.

Derwent was fascinated for a while looking at the ulcerated part where even his intestines were faintly visible. After thinking hard for a moment, he turned around suddenly, opened the suitcase he was carrying, and hurriedly searched for it.

Soon, I saw him take out a slender silver probe from the inside and pierce it gently into the most ulcerated part of the wound.

Needless to say, it is not an ordinary silver needle, but a magic probe made through alchemy that reacts differently to abnormal magical powers.

Xu felt something when he pierced the silver needle. He saw that the muscles on the patient's face suddenly twitched, but he didn't wake up.

Think about it, I'm all hurt like this, can I still wake up?

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

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

"Curse?"

Ron, who was covering his mouth and holding on to the sidelines, was stunned when he heard this word. He felt as if he had grasped something, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't find any clues for a while. .

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

"Sir, in other words, is it infectious?"

"Generally speaking, it is like this," Derwent said, his face looked a little ugly, "and in history, except for a few more special cases, other plagues There were heavy casualties."

He can't help but feel heavy, because it's equivalent to saying that everyone in their presence may have been infected with this plague. It's just because there may be an incubation period, so I don't feel uncomfortable right away, nothing more.

However, this is already infected if it is going to be dyed, and it is useless for them to panic.

So not to mention Derwent and Neville, even Ron, after realizing that he was very likely to have been infected, did not show a very exaggerated panic.

"Mr. Derwent, can this be cured?"

This time Tonks asked her, her expression is also very bad now, all of her face is slightly pale. After all, no matter who it is, when they learn that they may be sick, they are often unable to maintain their composure.

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

"Cure is definitely curable, that is, the difference in time. But the question is, how to stop its spread, this is the most important issue at present~IndoMTL.com~As for them, They are all already infected with the plague curse, what else should I care about?

"What kind of plague is this, more detailed inspection and targeted research are needed. No conclusion can be drawn for a while. Mr. Longbottom, think of a way to send my inspection results to Saint Mang Remember to never use owls and other creatures to deliver letters at Camp Ge."

"Okay."

When Neville heard it, he nodded immediately, and then drew out his wand decisively.

"Call the God to Guard"

With the inaudible sound of chanting, I saw a large amount of silvery white mist spewing out from the tip of his staff. Immediately afterwards, a huge silver lion stepped out in a majestic posture and appeared in the aisle in the middle of the church.

"Go, find Maca!"

Before speaking, I saw the lion nodded silently, then turned into a cloud of light and flew all the way through the church hall, dragging a long tail and leaving from the window.