In Egypt in August, the sun is like a sharp knife, mercilessly cutting through the air and scorching the earth into heat. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the blue was white. It was as if the whole world had been left under the scorching sun.

Outside the small window of the ward, the few palm trees hung low, their leaves covered with dust.

However, through a glass of glass, there was not the slightest heat in the ward, and the temperature was comfortable like Hogwarts in early summer.

Bill was standing in front of the window, and the sun was shining through the window and falling on him.

Owen saw that he drew his wand, and with a wave, the patient's injured wrist in the hospital bed floated slowly.

Well, be careful about spell unraveling, and in the ancient ruins, don't touch it with your hands if you can cast it, because you don't know that curses, traps, and poisons are hidden there.

It wasn't until the patient's hand was raised that Owen noticed.

He was on the other side of the hospital bed, and now, his height was not as high as the hospital bed, so he naturally couldn't see the scene on the other side.

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't help but raise his head and glared at the silver-pink haired fraudster.

Then he turned his gaze to the injured arm.

The unlucky man on the hospital bed seemed to have been scratched on his forearm by the hard horns of the omens, leaving a wound about an inch long.

The wound was now a disgusting silver-gray, festering skin, like a disgusting yellow goo oozing from cracked earth, and in addition to that, silver-black granulations grew on both sides of the wound about an inch, like teeth, like sarcoma, like the sprouts of hard horns. The ups and downs spread from the wound to the rest of the arm.

Come to think of it, when the flesh sprouts all over his body, the wizard will be transformed into the new son of evil omen.

However, the person in front of him should still be in the early stage of the disease, and all the signs of decay are only the arm, and the other parts are still normal.

But he himself was in a coma and had a high fever.

Just now, Owen touched the hospital bed with his hand, and it was biting cold.

The witch doctor in the hospital is using physical cooling to save his life.

It seems that they must have used a potion to treat fever, and it is clear that it does not work.

I didn't expect that wizards would one day use such primitive means to cool people's bodies.

I guess this big brother's body temperature should be more than 40 degrees Celsius.

Owen thought.

Where he can't see, the immune system is rattling and killing, that is, the body itself, which is full of corpses, will definitely not be able to hold on, this high-end game, it will not be long before it collapses, and then the power of the mutation will drive straight into the land of no man.

"It's kind of like inflammation."

At some point, Owen had already taken out a few pieces of parchment and a quill from his pocket and began to record everything that was happening on the patient's body in front of him.

Fever, when the body is stimulated by a foreign object to infect, the immune system will release a large number of white blood cells to fight the infection, causing the body temperature to rise.

Redness and swelling, and the man's arm, especially the joints, is visibly swollen with tissues.

The pain, although unconscious, but the face has been deformed and distorted, should be enduring pain, it should be caused by local tissue swelling and compression of nerves.

Limitation of movement, the infected person's fingers and arm joints are obviously abnormally bent, which should be caused by joint stiffness or muscle swelling, and it can be judged that he must have limited mobility.

Manifestations of systemic inflammation are evident.

Owen was writing something on his parchment, so that the mutation was supposed to be a physical body, not some mysterious soul, unlike the sacrificial rituals he had seen in the Ionian square.

The sacrificial ritual was clearly a sacrifice of one's soul to the outer gods, who then fed the flesh and transformed it into an evil omen.

Nor does it work on the soul.

Well, that's good, it's good news, compared to the ethereal soul, the study of physical wizards is still very deep.

"What if you cut off his entire arm?" Suddenly, he raised the question that in the Muggle world, if there is a large-scale infection, the only option is amputation, which is the right choice, after all, life is at stake.

"It didn't work." Although it was a cute-looking four or five-year-old child who asked the question, although this place was not for a young wizard of this age to enter, it was obvious that this female therapist who had stayed up late for an unknown number of days had no energy to care about other things, "The curse has been all over the body since the moment of infection, but the wound is especially obvious, even if we amputate his arm, it will not be many days before those flesh buds will grow back from the amputation." ”

She wasn't saying this to Owen.

It's for Bill.

"That's it!" Although Owen had already guessed that this would probably be the outcome, he would not die if he asked, just in case.

On the other hand, Bill had already begun to try to unravel the spell.

The tip of his wand hovered above the wound in his arm, chanting a spell.

It has to be said that Bill deserves to be an excellent graduate of Hogwarts.

In terms of spell solving, in addition to those taught in the school, he has also accumulated a lot of experience in the past few years of work, and I am afraid that in terms of spell solving, his knowledge reserve has surpassed that of some professors.

And it's not just spells.

Just then, Owen saw him pull out some magic gadgets from his pocket, a cursed doll.

Seriously, this was the first time Owen had seen anything like that, the most common evil item used by wizards in Muggle Magic, the Voodoo Doll.

An evil item that can be used to control and harm others.

Here, however, it is used by Bill to unravel the spell.

He seems to want to replace the human body with the doll in his hand and transfer the curse to the doll.

I have to say that Owen has never seen such magic.

This is supposed to be one of the indigenous magic that originated in Africa, and such a prop has never been seen before in Europe.

However, after the doll suddenly burst out of the yellow fire and ignited, he was considered a complete failure.

However, he didn't give up, and started again to dazzle Owen by trying other things.

At this time, Owen realized that the work of the spell solver was not what he imagined, constantly trying to perform all kinds of curse-lifting magic.

Rather, through arithmetic divination, according to the characteristics of the curse, a little bit of operation, nested into their crafting runevin magic, the whole process is more like making a key against a complex lock cylinder.

It is full of exquisite, rigorous, and academic fun.

So it was a good fit for Miss Granger.

Because she is quite accomplished in arithmetic and divination.

And Owen — he didn't take that class at all.

Owen looked at it for a while, and then he was not interested, it was too boring, just constantly checking and then correcting his model.

Make it close to perfection.

Enough of the boring work on him.

Gotta help Professor Sprout research her miraculous herbs.

I also have to sort out the potion recipe in my head.

Finally, in terms of alchemy, he has to continue to follow up.

It was all extremely boring work, and he really couldn't spare the energy to study anything else.

"Hey!" Owen tugged at Merlin's sleeve and said, "The black-haired female physician just now said that there was such a mutation curse recorded in the medical books five hundred years ago, what is going on?" ”

"What did you do five hundred years ago?"

Merlin lowered his head and pretended to be innocent, "How can you be sure it's me?" ”

"Hehe-" Owen sneered, and then said, "I can see that if you want to say who is him in nine out of ten gongs in this world, then what is there and who is his country, it must be with Ying, if the scope is wizards, it must be Ling!" ”

"Five hundred years ago! Outer God! Mutation! Omen! Listen, these words form a piece, so don't shell lang meet dry stool, is it just right? Can you not smell the past? ”

"Hah—you're funny, little one!" Grand Master Mei rubbed his hair, and then said with a normal face, "Allah, I just took a look from afar. ”

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Ahh

“.”

"Oops - there aren't many creatures that can fully absorb her powers, I don't have a choice, but I gave the Giant King a crown that can withstand the invasion of foreign magic, which can delay his final control."

“.”

Hearing this, Owen was directly speechless, co-authoring everything, you laid it out.

"What a cruel heart! Archmage Mei, you smashed the ordinary wizard's filter to scum. ”

"It's all the world's prejudice against me." Merlin said happily, his expression still so unbeaten.

"Okay—tell me now, do you have a way to get rid of this mutation? I mean, the kind that doesn't pull yourself with a knife! ”

"Of course—" he said mildly, "it's very simple, and you can learn it once you read it." ”

Listening to what Editor Mei said, Owen knew that this one was already stable, ah-although the guy in front of him was full of unreliable aura from head to toe, but after all, the famous editor Mei, the guy who can play with the external gods and applaud, should be quite strong after all.

Time passed little by little, and soon, fine sweat oozed from Bill's forehead.

In just a few dozen minutes, his cup was visibly overclocked.

Although the cooling effect of water cooling is excellent, and the surrounding environment is cold, it still can't suppress his overclocking cup!

Finally, when he felt like he was going to faint, Bill lowered his wand.

"How?" The female physician who led them into the ward spoke.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Wilma Lawton - there's nothing I can do." Bill shook his head and stepped aside.

"It's okay, it's good that you can come." Although the witch couldn't hide her disappointment, she didn't blame anything, after all, Bill was not the only one who couldn't do anything about it, as professional wizards, weren't they all powerless?

But even so, everyone, the surrounding witch doctors all showed disappointment.

For a month, the Ministry of Magic had put too much pressure on them.

The Aurors lying here are almost half of the backbone of the Ministry of Magic, and they can't afford such a loss, not to mention the Ministry of Magic, even the entire Egyptian wizarding world, the whole of Europe can't afford it, and for decades, there has never been such a large-scale, one-battle loss of so many wizards, which even Voldemort has not done.

Besides, among the female doctors around, their boyfriends, husbands, and children are lying in the hospital, and if they can find Bill, they are already in a hurry

"Mr. Weasley, I'm really sorry for you. You can go to the rest area on the first floor for a while, and as we said before, the hospital will pay you whether it is successful or not. The female physician, Wilma Lawton, forced a smile.

"Thank you." Bill said, and then he was ready to get out of here.

As he walked to the other side of the bed, he glanced down at Owen.

I'm afraid I won't need him this time.

Originally, according to his estimate, there might be some tricky ancient runewen nesting problems in the process of unraveling the spell, and Owen might be able to help at that time.

It's like solving a problem, and the two of them can discuss which formula to use.

But the problem now is that he didn't even understand the question, but just wrote a lot of principles in a daze, hoping that the blind cat would bump into the dead mouse and bump out the answer.

It's like you know what formula to use no matter how you look for a math problem you don't know - you can't really write a solution.

At least you can get a few points by listing the formula.

It's a pity that the marking teacher this time is quite strict, and he is destined to score zero points in this exam.

"Edited by May." Owen kicked the man next to him, "What are you waiting for, get on." ”

"Ann, la, la." Merlin leaned on his crutches and walked to the other side of the bed.

"Who are you?" His action naturally attracted the attention of the witch doctors present, this is a strict closed area, outsiders were originally forbidden to enter, but after seeing Weasley coming with them, the anxious Wilma Lawton did not stop it, but this does not mean that they can offend the patient so much.

"There's nothing you can do about it anyway." Because of his height, Owen could only cast a spell to transform the vase on the hospital bed table into a bench, and then lifted the bench himself, standing on it with a sway, his eyes completely falling on Merlin, "He's already going to die, in that case, what's wrong with letting that guy try!" ”

Hearing Owen's words, Wilma Lawton Witch Doctor visibly hesitated.

Or maybe she still had an expectation in her heart, and after Owen's voice fell, she didn't stop Merlin. Instead, he still stood aside.

By this time, Merlin's cane had hovered over the patient's injured arm.

"Your understanding of ancient magic is too shallow, Owen." "Thoroughly understand the principles of fundamentalism, there are endless treasures out there," Merlin said. ”

As he spoke, a wonderful magic power descended from the staff and penetrated deep into the wound.

That's not purification, or exorcism, but more of a guide.

In Owen's eyes, the silk threads of ancient magic shone brightly, and Merlin was using his magic to pull the abnormal energy in the patient's body.

"It's - the principle of regression!" Owen immediately understood the principle of this technique, the so-called return, which means to converge all things towards the unchanging, to guide them towards the ultimate cause.

And the principle of causality, the so-called cause and effect, means that all things are interlocked, and countless effects are derived from cause and analogy.

"The mutant energy is also in all things, and it will naturally naturally move closer to ancient magic, to the great cause, which is determined by the principle of regression." Owen was like an initiation, and he understood everything in an instant.

Merlin, on the other hand, smiled and continued, "It's not enough to guide, you also need to unleash this magic." ”

As he spoke, pink buds were drawn from the man's wounds, and then the buds burst out of his hands like popcorn, and soon the petals were on the ground.

"The energy of mutation is also a kind of life energy, it is life energy, as long as it is transformed into something harmless."

Mage Merlin withdrew his hand, and the crowd finally looked away from the shock of the pink petals that littered the ground.

His gaze fell on the wound on the patient's arm.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

"Incredible!" The onlookers let out a burst of exclamations.

A huge surprise hit them, and it made them feel dizzy.

Because the wound on the injured arm is gone, the granulation is gone, and all the xenogenesis are gone.

"It will take him a while to come to his senses, and the magic power to deal with the invasion has consumed too much of his own."

"What kind of magic is this?" Wilma Lawton muttered with wide eyes.

"This—well—probably the magic you'll never learn!" Merlin said ruthlessly, but his face was still full of smiles, and his eyes had a lightness, which was easy to be interpreted as a provocative look.

"You don't have the prerequisites to learn this magic." He continued, "Of course. If you're willing to dive into research for decades, you can do it with some foreign objects. ”

"I," Wilma Lawton Witch Doctor suddenly stopped.

Decades—by the time she learned, the patients in the ward had been reduced to bones.

Merlin's focus is not on the witch doctors.

As he said, he doesn't like individual human beings, and even because he has lived too long, he is clear about the inferior nature of human beings, and this experience makes it difficult for him to have any special attitude towards ordinary people, maybe in the eyes of this archmage, individual human beings are not much different from the flowers and plants on the side of the road, they are all lives, there are periods of prosperity and decline, and there are joys and sorrows.

"Well, have you learned?" He said, staring at Owen.

"I'm clear about this, but—" Wen stepped on the small bench, and his pink little face showed a worried look.

After all, it is inside the human body, and once an accident occurs, it may directly cause casualties.

"Then go and practice - there are forty or fifty of them here, I think you can save about three-quarters of them - by the time you kill the third or fourth, you should be able to master the technique." Merlin pressed his chin against his chin and thought for a moment before saying.

"Three or four?" Wilma Lawton was stunned by the witch doctor on the side, and she suddenly looked at the editor of Meida.

What does he mean by letting that four- or five-year-old go to the rescue?

What a joke!

It's a little too big!

On the other side, Owen narrowed, his face full of disdain, "Who do you look down on!" No one will die because of me! ”

He jumped off the bench, then stretched out his hand, lifted the bench, and then ran to the other wards with a puff of smoke, "Death - they can't hold it themselves, what does it have to do with me?" ”

"Wait—" Wilma Lawton scolded, but didn't stop Owen, and then she looked at Merlin beside her.

"You let a four- or five-year-old try to save someone?" Wilma Lawton glared angrily at the young and beautiful man, "Don't you think that's ridiculous? ”

"I don't think it's ridiculous, Ms. Wilma Lawton." Merlin leaned on his cane and walked slowly towards the outside of the hospital bed, "He is the only wizard who has the 'prerequisites', and he is very intelligent, the appearance you see is only an illusion, whether it is from the perspective of the cultivated descendants or the actual state of the patients in the hospital, death is inevitable." ”

"I knew there would be casualties with treatment." Wilma Lawton roared, "But that can't be caused by the doctor's arrogance and stupidity. Obviously you have the ability, why not come in person. ”

"Because the magic of this phantom body is no longer enough." Merlin said.

"What do you mean?" Wilma Lawton Witch Doctor froze for a moment, her brow furrowed, anger still brewing in her eyes, she didn't understand the sudden incoherent words of the man in front of her.

Phantom body, magic what does this mean.

Isn't he standing here alive?

Just in the sun, where came the phantom body.

"Hehe—instead of talking about that, let's go to the next ward!" Merlin smiled and walked out of the room.

On the other side, Owen ran directly to the innermost part of the quarantine area, and from the mark on the door, he understood that the more inside, the more serious the patient.

And after breaking into the innermost door that day.

The patient in front of him - maybe it can't be called a patient anymore.

The man was highly deformed, and even had ominous horns, sarcomas, and other things on his body, and hard horns all over his body, and Owen couldn't even tell if he was male or female.

It's a part of the Evil Omen Army that will be transformed into a member of the Evil Omen Army in the next second.

He immediately decided to start with this man.

Putting down the bench, he stretched out his hand.

Owen looked like Merlin and unleashed a slight ancient magic that seeped into the patient's skin, channeling the mutant magic into something else. For example: plants.

The next second - "Boom! ”

"I'm losing!"

One stumbled, Owen fell off the bench, and he rolled over and ducked under the bed.

His magic had just seeped in, and he was still channeling the mutation magic from the rest of his body back to the wound, and then using the principle of causality to transform it into a plant.

And at the moment when the plant sprouted, it suddenly went out of control, and the magic of the mutation was indeed transformed into a plant, an English white oak tree—it was a little fast.

The whole room is covered with plants.

He hurriedly hid under the bed, and just like that, the roots that had grown had pierced the bed board and came straight at him.

The quick-eyed Owen dodged those roots, but fortunately his current body area was small enough, otherwise it would not be easy.

"Next, next!"

Two seconds later, Owen climbed out under the bed, then picked up the bench and walked straight to the next room.

(End of chapter)