I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Chapter 113 A Kind Veterinarian

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

Even the therapist on the Orient Express can't do it, you say you can do it... who are you? !

If Lockhart said he wanted to try, he would be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Who made him famous, but they would not allow a young wizard to try.

Lockhart even yelled:

"Son, don't mess around here, she's already done! You don't believe this therapist's words, don't you believe my judgment?!"

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

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

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

Die faster that way!

But sending it to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital in other ways is too slow, and it is estimated that it will not work until it is sent to someone else.

This is a dilemma.

Downs walked over suddenly. She and the middle-aged wizard seemed to know each other, and they were talking anxiously.

After hearing her words, the middle-aged wizard was a little surprised, and looked up at Luo Fu.

He stared at the boy closely, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?!"

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

The middle-aged wizard nodded and said, "Okay."

Lockhart was dumbfounded, who is this boy, he agreed?

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

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

Downs quickly got busy.

Rove walked into the toilet of the carriage, locked the door, opened the black leather case, got in, and began to select some needed medicines from his medicine storehouse.

Everyone saw the boy slip into the toilet and come out a few minutes later with several bottles of potions in his arms.

Rove sat down on the chair, and he suddenly discovered that there was a shaggy-faced wizard in the depths of the carriage.

It's just that the wizard's hands were chained and his body was tied to a magic chair. When he saw Rove, he turned his head and stared at him.

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

Rove untied the witch's collar, and the skin below the neck had all turned green, like a Hulk.

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

"She ate soft-clawed land prawns. The meat is poisonous. After eating, she would cause a high fever. She would also have severe allergies all over her body, and green rashes would appear."

Although the soft-clawed land shrimp is a magical creature, it is very similar to a lobster, and it is easy to eat it by mistake, and then cause death.

"I just wanted to say it was a soft-clawed land prawn!" Lockhart stood aside, suddenly shouting in surprise:

"I've saved over a hundred Muggles bitten by prawns..."

"Can you make him shut up?" Rove said coldly, "It's affecting my treatment!"

The middle-aged wizard stood up, grabbed Lockhart by the neckline, dragged him, and threw him out.

Lockhart fell to the ground. He patted the dust off his body, stood up and said, "Don't you really want me to prepare an antidote? I can prepare this antidote while dreaming."

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

"Go and check the chef on the Orient Express." The middle-aged wizard shouted at the two of them again.

Rove glanced at the other party, and he had already guessed the identities of several people in his heart. He calmed down and took out a bottle of amber potion.

After uncorking the cork, a pungent stench filled the room.

This is a potion made from the saliva of the anteater, which can be used to wash the stomach and spit out the swallowed soft-clawed land shrimp.

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

The witch was in a daze, only feeling that her throat was hot, and her internal organs seemed to be burning after she swallowed it, and then she vomited into a wooden barrel.

Downs brought a basin of clean water, put it on the stool, put a clean cotton cloth on the edge of the basin, and began to help the witch wipe the vomit.

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

"Are there any of these potions?"

"There is only one bottle of sodium arsenate water potion."

"Bring it."

"OK……"

The healer left in a hurry. He was good at healing spell damage, and the damage from such magical creatures was rarely encountered.

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

After Downs finished cleaning, the boy turned the witch over and checked her neck and ears.

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

Rove pinched the long thorn with his index finger and thumb, and pulled it out gently. The thorn came out of the skin easily, but the place where it was pierced was already black.

"These are billywig stings, and they fly so fast that few wizards would notice them."

Rove explained softly: "Wizards who are stabbed by Billywig will float in mid-air and be in a trance."

"A single poison would not be so deadly. It seems that the combination of this thorn and the poison of the soft-clawed land shrimp will have an intensified effect."

Rove talked a lot, but everyone just listened there stupidly, and then showed a blank look.

The boy sighed, if Shirley was here, he would have already recorded this illness for him.

On the first day when the little assistant was away,

miss her!

The Rove wand passed over the festering wound, and the wound was cut open, and a puddle of blood and pus flowed out, the stench was so strong.

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

It was a bottle of sodium arsenate water potion, which could excrete the excessive selenium produced in the witch's body into the gastrointestinal tract, and finally excreted from the body through the kidneys, so as to alleviate the toxicity.

After Rove gave the witch, his hands covered the witch's neck.

Healing hands!

In the eyes of the middle-aged wizard, he could see the wound heal quickly.

Casting spells without a staff? !

"Okay, I just gave first aid and saved her life." Rove stood up and breathed a sigh of relief:

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

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

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

Rove glanced at the corpse lying on the ground and said, "He is 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 now I trust your judgment even more."

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

"I'm a veterinarian, and I'm good at treating injuries from magical creatures. Deaths from other causes, I don't see."

"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 carrying the suitcase, he saw Lovegood still standing at the door blankly.

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

"Of course it's first-hand material," Lovegood said.

"Du Luna is alone in the car just for the news?" Rove was speechless.

"Why do you talk so much nonsense." Lovegood pouted.

He followed the young man, and when he was about to return to the carriage, he finally couldn't help asking: "Who are you? You still treat people?"

Rove smiled and said:

"A kind veterinarian."