Chapter 1399 Curse of Plague

When Neville lifted off the quilt that had been put on the wounded, a putrid smell far more terrifying than the smell in the air immediately hit him.

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

However, the most daunting thing was not the stench.

"this"

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

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

It can be seen that the blood on the surface has already dried up long ago, but thick dark blood plasma is still flowing out underneath. And between the gaps in the gauze, the black-red flesh tissue like rotten tomatoes, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the internal organs without the protection of the belly.

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

At this moment, he really felt like vomiting.

However, in the eyes of Dewente, a long-time therapist, this scene is obviously not a rare symptom of festering, but such a severe festering happened to a living person. It can't really be said to be common.

"Mr. Derwent . . . do you see?"

Tonks stared at it for a long time, then managed to look away, and turned to look at the therapist she had specially rushed to invite.

"Well," Deventer thought for a while, and then said, "The ulceration in the abdomen should only be a superficial symptom, and the specific cause of the disease must be checked to find out."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled out his wand from the inside of his robe, and ignored the stench that was still emanating from the wound, covered his nose slightly, and crouched down.

"Stab"

Seeing the tip of the wand in his hand lightly pick up, those gauzes that had long been useless for a long time were torn apart, exposing the huge wound covered under it almost completely.

"Mr. Longbottom, you gave him Persimmon Essence, didn't you?"

Baixian essence is a high-strength wound healing agent,

The effect is so remarkable that even a broken limb can be repaired on the spot within a few seconds. Of course, the premise is that someone can help align the section. If it's wrong, the arm can't be used immediately, and you have to cut it and reconnect it later.

"Yes," Neville replied immediately, "Maca has been equipped for each of us. At that time, I saw that his abdomen was decomposing too fast, so I poured some for him at regular intervals."

"Fortunately," Derwent nodded immediately when he heard this, "If it weren't for your white fresh 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 only has a pure wound healing effect. For the wounded Auror's injury, it is natural to only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and it can barely maintain it from further deterioration.

Deventer was lost in thought for a while looking at the festering part 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 searched in a hurry.

Soon, I saw him take out a slender silver probe from inside, and lightly pierced into a part of the wound where the festering was most serious.

Needless to say, that was not an ordinary silver needle, but a magic probe made through alchemy that would react differently to abnormal magic power.

Xu Shi felt something when he inserted the silver needle, and saw the muscles on the patient's face twitch suddenly, but he didn't wake up because of it.

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

Deventer didn't pay attention to the patient's insignificant reaction, and in the next second, he pulled out the silver needle that had pierced into his abdominal cavity. When he saw that dark green smoke lingered abnormally on the surface of the silver needle stained with dark red plasma, his expression changed slightly again.

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

"curse?"

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

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

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

"Generally speaking, this is the case," Deventer said here, with an ugly expression on his face, "and in history, except for a few sporadic and special cases, other plagues have caused heavy casualties. "

He couldn't help but feel heavy, because it was tantamount to saying that all of them who were there might have been infected with this plague. It's just because there may be an incubation period, so I don't feel uncomfortable right away, that's all.

However, if it was going to be infected, it would have already been infected, and it would be useless for them to panic.

So not to mention Deventer and Neville, even Ron, after realizing that he might have been infected, did not show any exaggerated panic.

"Mr. Dewente, so this, can it be cured?"

This time it was Tonks who asked her, and her expression was also very bad now, her whole face was slightly pale. After all, no matter who it is, when they learn that they may have been ill, they often cannot really keep calm.

After hearing Tonks' question, Deventer hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head slightly.

"It can be cured for sure, that is, the difference in time. But the problem is how to stop its spread. This is the most important issue at present."

As for them, they have already been infected with the curse of the plague, so what else should they care about?

"What kind of plague is this? More careful inspection and targeted research are needed. No conclusions can be drawn in a short while. Mr. Longbottom, find a way to send my inspection results to St. Mungo's Camp. Remember Never use creatures like owls to send messages."

"OK."

Upon hearing this, Neville immediately nodded, and then decisively drew out his wand.

"Calling God to Protect"

Accompanied by the inaudible sound of chanting incantations, a large amount of silver-white mist spewed 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 the words were finished, the lion nodded silently, then turned into a cloud of light and mist and flew across the church hall, dragging its long tail and leaving the window.