Everyone stared at Rove, but no one paid any attention to him, after all, he was just a little wizard.

Not even the therapist that comes with the Orient Express, you say you can...... Who are you?!

If Lockhart wants to try, he will be a dead horse doctor, who made him famous, but they will not allow a little wizard to try.

Lockhart exclaimed:

"Kid, don't mess around here, she's not good anymore! You don't believe this therapist's words, don't you trust my judgment?! ”

The lame middle-aged wizard was already telling the wizard to prepare to send the witch to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

However, the process of apparition is a certain burden on the body, and ordinary wizards will feel uncomfortable while moving.

With a witch's injury, it is easy to suffocate and split.

Die faster that way!

However, it would be too slow to send it to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic and Magic in other ways, and it is estimated that it will not be possible to wait for it to be delivered.

It's a dilemma.

Downs walked over suddenly, she and the middle-aged wizard seemed to know each other, and said something in a hurry.

When the middle-aged wizard heard her words, he was a little surprised and looked up at Rove.

He stared at the young man tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?!" ”

Rove said quietly, "At least it won't be worse." ”

The middle-aged wizard nodded, "Okay." ”

Lockhart was dumbfounded, who is this young man, this is agreed?

Rove took a deep breath, he walked over and commanded:

"Transfer her to the bed, get more pillows, raise her neck as high as possible, and get a barrel......"

Downs hurried to get busy.

Rove went into the toilet of the carriage, locked the door, opened the black suitcase, got inside, and began to pick up some needed potions in his medicine store.

Everyone saw the boy burrow into the toilet and only hurried out a few minutes later, still holding a few bottles of potions in his arms.

Rove sat down in his chair, and he suddenly realized that in the depths of the carriage, there was actually an unkempt male wizard.

It's just that the wizard has his hands chained and his body tied to a magic chair, and when he sees Rove, he turns his head and stares at him.

Rove just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and he put his hands on the witch's forehead...... It's hot as fire.

Rov unbuttoned the witch's collar, and the skin from the neck down had all turned green, like a Hulk.

"What kind of poison is this?" Downs asked curiously.

"She ate soft-clawed land shrimp, the meat is poisonous, and after eating, it will cause a high fever, and the whole body will have severe allergies, and a green rash will appear."

Although the soft-clawed land shrimp is a magical creature, it is very similar to a lobster, and it can easily be eaten by mistake and cause death.

"I just wanted to say it's a soft-clawed shrimp!" Lockhart stood aside and suddenly exclaimed:

"I've saved over a hundred Muggle ...... who have been bitten by soft-clawed land shrimps"

"Can you shut him up?" Rove said coldly: "It affects my treatment!" ”

The middle-aged wizard stood up, grabbed Lockhart's back neckline, dragged him, and threw him out.

Lockhart fell to the ground, he patted the dust off his body, stood up and said, "Do you really want me to configure the antidote?" I can concoct this antidote while dreaming. ”

The middle-aged wizard walked towards Lockhart, and he turned and ran.

"Check out the chef on the Orient Express." The middle-aged wizard shouted at the two men again.

Rov glanced at the other party, already guessing the identities of several people, he calmed down and took out a bottle of amber potion.

When the cork was uncorked, a pungent stench filled the room.

It is a potion made from the saliva of anteaters, which can be used to lavage the stomach and spit out the meat of the soft-clawed land shrimp that has been swallowed.

The boy picked up the potion and poured it into the witch's mouth.

The witch was in a daze, and she only felt that her throat was hot, and when she entered her stomach, her internal organs seemed to be burning, and then she threw up in a wooden barrel.

Downs brought a basin of water, placed it on a stool, placed a clean cotton cloth on the edge of the basin, and began to wipe the witch's vomit away.

Rove picked up a quill, quickly wrote some potions on a piece of paper, threw it to the healer on the train, and asked:

"Are there any of these potions?"

"There's only one bottle of sodium arsenate aqueous potion."

"Bring it."

"Okay......

The healer hurried away, he was good at healing the damage of spells, the damage of this magical creature was rarely encountered.

After all, there is an animal check-in service in the train, and there will be no patients who are attacked by magical creatures.

When Downs was done, the boy turned the witch over and examined her neck and ears.

He soon found a long, thin thorn in his scalp above the ear.

Rove pinched the long thorn with his index finger and thumb and pulled it gently. The thorns come out of the skin easily, but the places where they have been pierced have become black.

"It's the spines of the Billy Wigg worm, and it's flying so fast that few wizards will notice them."

Rove explained softly, "The wizard who is stabbed by the Billy Wig worm will have his body floating in mid-air, and his spirit will be a little trance. ”

"A single poison will not be so deadly, and it seems that the combination of this stinging and the poison of the soft-clawed land shrimp will have an aggravating effect."

Rove said a lot, but everyone listened stupidly, and then showed a blank look.

The boy sighed, if Shirley was here, he would have made a note of this condition.

On the first day of the assistant's absence,

Miss her!

Rove's wand slashed through the festering wound, and a cut was made in the wound, and a pool of blood and pus flowed out, and the stench was overwhelming.

After the boy had sterilized the wound, the wizard had already taken the potion he wanted.

It is a bottle of sodium arsenate water that can promote the excess selenium produced in the witch's body, excrete it into the gastrointestinal tract, and finally excrete it from the kidneys to alleviate the toxicity.

After Rove gave it to the witch, his hands were draped over the witch's neck.

Healing Hands!

In the eyes of the middle-aged wizard, he saw that the wound healed quickly.

Cast spells without a wand?!

"Okay, I'm just first aiding and saving her life." Rove stood up and breathed a sigh of relief:

"She still has a residual poison in her body, which hasn't been cleaned up, but it's enough to last her way to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic."

The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, and some began to applaud.

"Can you help you take a look at another wizard?" The middle-aged wizard asked solemnly.

Rove glanced at the corpse lying on the ground and said, "He's hopeless." ”

"I want to know the cause of death." The middle-aged wizard said in a deep voice, "My subordinates have just judged it, but I trust your judgment more now. ”

Rove had to check it out, he shook his head and said:

"I'm a veterinarian, and I'm very good at treating the injuries of magical creatures, and I can't see death from other causes."

"Thank you very much, kid." The middle-aged wizard said gratefully.

"You're welcome, I'm going back."

When Rove walked out of the carriage with the suitcase, he saw Lovegood still standing in the doorway.

"Go back, Mr. Lovegood." The boy snapped his fingers and asked curiously, "What are you writing?" ”

"First-hand material, of course." Lovegood said.

"You're just leaving Luna alone in the carriage for the sake of the news?" Rove was a little speechless.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense." Lovegood pouted.

He followed the boy, and when he was about to return to the carriage, he finally couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" And heal people? ”

Rove smiled:

"A kind veterinarian."

……

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(Thanks to "Old Pigeon Lost on the Road of Life", "Chuyang Hun" and "CL394LI.")

"Tips from several bigwigs.

Three more were delivered, so the update was a little late٩(๑'ȏ ́๑)۶.

Continued tomorrow. ）