As Neville lifted the quilt that had been placed on the wounded, a rancid smell far more terrifying than the smell that permeated the air suddenly greeted him.

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

However, the most daunting thing is not the stench.

"This"

Tonks and Jones are both Aurors after all, and when faced with some terrible scenes, they will obviously be much stronger than ordinary people.

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

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

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

At this moment, he really felt like he wanted to vomit.

However, in the eyes of Devonte, a long-time therapist, this scene is obviously not a ** ulcer is not a rare symptom, but such a severe ulcer occurs in a living person, which really cannot be said to be common.

"Mr. Derwent...... You see? ”

Tonks stared at it for a long time, then reluctantly looked away, turning his head to look at the healer she had come to invite.

"Well," Devonte thought for a moment, then said, "The ulceration in the abdomen should only be a superficial symptom, and the specific cause of the disease will have to be examined to know." ”

With that, he reached out and drew his wand from the inside of his robe, and then squatted down with a slight cover of his nose, ignoring the stench that still emanated from the wound.

"Sting"

Seeing that the tip of the wand in his hand was gently lifted, the gauze that had long been useless was immediately torn apart, exposing the huge wound hidden under it almost completely.

"Mr. Longbottom, you've used White Fresh Essence for him, haven't you?"

White fresh essence, that is, a high-strength wound healing agent, the effect is so remarkable that even the severed limb can be repaired on the spot within 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, not to mention, and you have to cut it back and reconnect it.

"Yes," Neville replied immediately, "Maca has been equipped for each of us, and I saw that his belly was rotting too quickly, so I poured some on him regularly. ”

"It's okay," Devonte nodded when he heard this, "If it weren't for your white fresh essence, his abdominal cavity would have been rotten by now!" ”

It's a pity that no matter how good the effect of white fresh flavor is, it can only have a simple healing effect on trauma. For the injured Auror's injury, it is natural that it is only a symptom but not a cure, and it can barely be used to keep it from continuing to worsen.

Devonte looked at the ulcer part that was faintly visible even in the intestines for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly turned around, opened the suitcase he was carrying, and hurriedly rummaged through it.

Soon, he was seen taking out a slender silver probe from it and delicately piercing it into one of the most festering parts of the wound.

Needless to say, it wasn't an ordinary silver needle, but a magic probe made through alchemy that reacted differently to anomalous magical powers.

Xu felt something when he pierced the silver needle, and he saw that the muscles on the patient's face suddenly twitched, but he did not wake up because of this.

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

Derwent didn't pay attention to the patient's insignificant reaction, and the next second, he pulled out the silver needle that had pierced his abdomen. When he saw that the surface of the silver needle stained with dark red plasma was unusually lingering with dark green light smoke, his expression changed slightly.

"It's cursed magic, and the type should be...... Pestilence! ”

"Cursed?"

Ron, who was covering his mouth and forcibly watching from the sidelines, was stunned when he heard this word, he felt as if he had caught something, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't find any clue for a while.

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

"Sir, that means it's contagious?"

"Generally speaking, it is so," said Derwent, his face a little ugly, "and in history, except for a few more unusual cases, all other plagues have suffered heavy casualties. ”

He couldn't help but feel heavy, because that would be to say that all of them present might have contracted the plague. It's just that there may still be an incubation period, so I didn't feel uncomfortable right away, that's all.

However, this has already been dyed, and it is useless for them to panic.

So not to mention Devonte and Neville, even Ron, after realizing that he was most likely infected, did not show a very exaggerated alarm.

"Mr. Derwent, can this be cured?"

This time it was Tonks who asked, and her expression was also very bad now, and her face was slightly pale. After all, no matter who you are, when you know that you may be sick, you often can't really keep your composure.

Devonte hesitated when he heard Tonks' question, and he finally shook his head slightly.

"Governance is definitely curable, that is, the difference between time and time. But the question is how to stop its spread, which is the most important question at the moment. ”

As for them, they are already contaminated with the plague curse, so what else is there to care?

"What kind of plague is this still needs more detailed examination and targeted research, and there will be no conclusions for a while. Mr. Longbottom, find a way to send my test results to Camp St. Mungo, remember not to send a letter with an owl or other creature. ”

"Okay."

Neville nodded when he heard this, and then decisively drew his wand.

"Calling the Gods"

With the faint sound of chanting incantations, I saw that a large amount of silver-white light mist erupted from the tip of his staff. Immediately after, a huge silver lion strode out in a majestic posture and appeared in the aisle in the middle of the church.

"Go, go find Maca!"

Before he could finish speaking, the male lion nodded silently, and then turned into a mist of light and flew all the way through the church hall, dragging his long tail through the window.