I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 379: Solving a curse is like doing a math problem

In Egypt in August, the sun was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting through the air and baking the earth into waves of heat. There was no cloud in the sky, which was blue and white. It was as if the whole world had been thrown into the scorching sun.

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

However, through a piece of glass, I couldn't feel the slightest warmth in the ward, and the temperature was as comfortable as Hogwarts in early summer.

Bill was standing in front of the window, and the sun shone in through the window and fell on him.

Owen saw that he took out his wand and waved it, and the injured wrist of the patient on the hospital bed slowly floated up.

Well - careful steps to remove the curse. In ancient ruins, remember not to touch it directly with your hands if you can cast spells, because you don't know the curses, mechanisms and poisons hidden there.

Owen didn't notice until the patient's hand was raised.

He was on the other side of the hospital bed. Now, his height could not reach the height of the hospital bed, so naturally he could not 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 scammer.

Then he turned his attention to the injured arm.

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

The wound is now a disgusting silver-gray color, and the ulcerated skin looks like cracked earth exuding a disgusting yellow sticky substance. In addition, silvery-black granulations have grown on both sides of the wound of about an inch. Like teeth, like sarcoma, like the sprouts of hard horns. The ups and downs spread from the wound to other parts of the arm.

Thinking about it, when the flesh sprouts spread all over his body, the wizard will be transformed into a new son of evil omen.

However, the person in front of me should still be in the early stages of the disease. All the signs of decay are only on his arms, while other parts are normal.

But he himself had fallen into a coma and was suffering from a high fever.

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

The witch doctors in the hospital are using physical cooling methods to save his life.

It seemed that they had already used the magic potion to treat fever, but it obviously didn't work.

Unexpectedly, wizards would one day use such primitive means to cool down people's bodies.

I think this eldest brother's body temperature should be over 40 degrees Celsius.

Owen thought so.

Where he can't see, the immune system is killing. Even the body itself, which is littered with corpses, must not be able to hold on. This high-end game will collapse soon, and then the power of the mutation will drive in like No man's land.

"It's kind of like inflammation."

At some point, Owen had taken out a few pieces of parchment and a quill from his pocket and started recording everything that happened to the patient in front of him.

Fever, when the body is stimulated and infected by foreign objects, 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, obvious tissue swelling in parts of the man's arms, especially in the joints.

Although he was in coma, his face kept deforming and twisting. He must be enduring the pain. It must be caused by local tissue swelling and compression of nerves.

Movement is limited. The infected person's finger and arm joints obviously show abnormal bending. This should be caused by joint stiffness or muscle swelling. It can be judged that he must have limited movement.

Very obvious systemic inflammation.

Owen recorded something on the parchment. In this way, this mutation should be affecting the body, rather than some mysterious and mysterious soul, which is different from the sacrificial ceremony he watched in the square of Ionia.

The sacrificial ceremony was obviously about sacrificing one's soul to the alien god, and then the alien god fed back the body, transforming it into a bad omen.

Nor does it act on the soul.

Well - that's good, it's good news. Compared with the ethereal soul, the research on physical wizards is still very in-depth.

"What would happen if his entire arm was cut off?" Suddenly he asked a question. In the Muggle world, if there is a large-scale infection, the only choice is amputation. This is a very correct choice. After all, saving life is important.

"It's no use." Although the person who asked the question was a cute-looking four or five-year-old child, and although this place was not accessible to a young wizard of this age, it was obvious that the female therapist who had stayed up late for who knows how many days was no longer there. Focusing on other things, "The curse has spread all over the body from the moment of infection, but the wound is particularly obvious. Even if we amputate his arm, it will not take a few days for those granulations to grow back from the cut."

She didn't mean this to Owen.

It's for Bill.

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

On the other side, Bill has begun to try to undo the curse.

The tip of his wand hovered over the wound on his arm, chanting a spell.

I have to say that Bill is indeed an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts.

In terms of resolving curses, in addition to those taught in school, his work over the past few years has also allowed him to accumulate a lot of experience. I am afraid that in terms of resolving curses, his knowledge reserve has exceeded that of some professors.

And not just spells.

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

To be honest, this was the first time Owen had seen that kind of thing. In Muggle fantasy novels, the most common evil prop used by wizards is the voodoo doll.

An evil tool that can be used to control and harm other people.

Here, it was used by Bill to break the curse.

It seems that he wants 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 before.

This should be one of the native magics originating from Africa. In Europe, such a prop has never been seen before.

However, after the doll suddenly burst into khaki fire and ignited, he was completely defeated.

However, he did not give up, but began to try other methods again that dazzled Owen.

At this time, Owen discovered that the job of the curse breaker was not what he imagined, and he kept trying to cast various spells to break the curse.

Instead, through arithmetic and divination, based on the characteristics of the curse, a little bit of calculation, and the rune magic embedded in their production, the whole process is more like making a key for a complex lock cylinder.

Full of exquisite, rigorous, academic and wonderful fun.

It seems that this job is really suitable 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 lost interest. It was too boring. He just kept checking the calculations and then correcting his model.

Make it as close to perfect as possible.

He had enough boring work.

Got to help Professor Sprout research her magical herb.