Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 127 Do you want to figure this out?

"It's been three days," said the shopkeeper, Isaac Biddle, his face full of worry. "I don't know why, but those werewolves only attack our people."

"Sometimes they lie in ambush during the off-get off work hours or on their way to work in the morning, as if they are watching us."

"Five employees have already been bitten. Since they weren't bitten during the full moon, the healers at St. Mungo's say they probably won't turn into werewolves, but they might develop some kind of craving for raw meat..."

"Everyone is scared. Five employees took leave yesterday, seven today, and maybe no one will come to work tomorrow..." Isaac said.

Murphy frowned. Werewolves only bite their own people?

He had already sensed a conspiracy.

Although the production efficiency of potions has greatly increased since the assembly line model was implemented, and he has now accumulated a lot of inventory, stopping production for two or three days is not a big deal, but this is not a sustainable solution.

"Take me to see the employees who were bitten first."

The two arrived in San Mungo.

Second floor, Biological Injury Department.

In a hospital room, Murphy met several of his employees.

None of their injuries were life-threatening. Two of them had their arms bitten but were mostly fine. One witch was bitten on the shoulder, and the other two had half an ear missing and two bites on their face and neck, leaving them disfigured and with the most serious injuries.

"I used silver powder and white cinnamon to stop the bleeding, but most people will be left with scars, and we don't have any good solutions for that," the healer named Hibbkrat Smeesik told Murphy.

"The only saving grace is that they were all bitten by the humanoid werewolves during a non-full moon period. Based on our experience, they are unlikely to contract the terrible werewolf disease in this situation, meaning they will not become real werewolves, at most they will have some werewolf habits."

The situation was certainly not as easy as he described.

Many wizards don't even consider werewolves to be human. Even if you are bitten by a werewolf, you may still suffer discrimination and ridicule.

The shop assistants all looked very frustrated.

A middle-aged woman, who appeared to be Hibberkraut's mother, was standing beside the man who had been bitten on the face and neck. She pleaded with Hibberkraut for a long time, believing that such scars could cause great trouble for her son's future employment and marriage prospects.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I understand how you feel, but a werewolf's bite is a magical injury, and we have no way to heal it..."

Murphy listened for a while, then suddenly asked, "What's the reason why magical damage can't be completely healed?"

"This... is because the evil magic still lingers in the wound..."

"Don't spells like 'Stop Cursing' work?"

"Of course!" Hibbclat looked somewhat angry. "If it were useful, we would have cured them all already!"

"Then... what if we remove the magically contaminated tissue from the wound? Wouldn't it then be no different from a regular wound?"

"What?" Hibbclat was stunned. "How could you possibly enlarge the wound? Sir, who are you? Are you questioning my treatment methods?"

"No, of course not, I'm just making a suggestion..."

"Take your advice to heart, sir! This is St. Mungo's! And I am the healer here! You are not! I know more about all kinds of ailments than you do!"

Murphy frowned. "If that's the case, why are you in such a hurry?"

How come you're even more irritable than me?

"Healer, I... I think this gentleman's suggestion might be worth a try..." At this moment, the young witch who had been standing to the side, wearing a dark green healer's robe with the word "Intern" on her chest, spoke cautiously.

"I read in a book that Mungo Bohan used a similar method to treat a patient bitten by a chimera..."

"Shut up, Elodie!" Hibbclat roared. "You're not officially qualified yet! You still have a lot to learn about healing!"

The latter was so frightened that her face turned pale and she dared not say another word.

Murphy turned to the young witch. "Miss Elodie, what do you think is the reason why magical wounds are so difficult to heal?"

"This..." The latter glanced at Hippocrates, then shook his head. "I don't know, sir, nobody knows..."

Murphy nodded. "So, do you want to figure this out?"

"What?"

"Several of my employees were bitten, and as their boss, I have a duty to protect them and keep them healthy, both physically and mentally. Therefore, I cannot ignore this; I need someone to treat them."

"I want to invite you to investigate why these wounds are so difficult to heal, and then, to heal them."

"But...but no one knows these reasons, sir, I may not be able to do it..."

"Did someone know about the effects of White Dictamnus from the beginning? Did the Bone-Generating Elixir come out of thin air? Miss Elodie, the treatment for any disease requires someone to study it diligently before it can be found."

"We don't know the reasons yet, and that's okay, we can research them. But if we ignore a disease and take 'we can't do anything about it' for granted, then we'll never have a chance to defeat it. Miss Elodie, what do you think?"

"What are you doing, sir! Are you trying to poach my intern?" Hibernate exclaimed in shock and anger. "This is outrageous! This is the best magic hospital! Only here can she learn the best healing arts!"

"Even if you can't heal a werewolf bite?"

"No one can cure it!"

"So what difference does it make where she is?"

"..."

"Miss Elodie, what do you think?"

"I... I'm just an intern, sir, I'm still very inexperienced..." The young witch was a little nervous; she had never encountered anything like this before. "I probably can't be of much help."

"Oh, at least you have the courage to try, don't you?"

Murphy didn't take it seriously. He had been to St. Mungo's several times and didn't have high hopes for the level of the healers there. Most of them were not as good as the school doctor, Mrs. Pomfrey.

In comparison, a willingness to explore is actually more important.

"How much does St. Mungo pay you, miss? I'll give you double, and we have many clever people who will help you achieve your goals."

"But, but..."

Murphy extended a hand. "Miss Elodie, would you rather stay here and learn to get used to saying 'we can't do anything about it,' or come with me and try to do something about it?"

The young witch looked at the slender hand reaching out, then at the eyes staring at her without the slightest hesitation, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason. As if possessed, she reached out her hand and let the other person take hers.

Murphy smiled and pulled the other person to his side.

Then he said to Hibbclath, "I'm sorry, healer, since St. Mungo's can't heal my staff, I'm taking them with me."

"This is the only magical hospital in Britain! And the best!" Hippocrates found it utterly absurd. "Where are you going to take them?!"

"The only one? The best?" Murphy shook his head. "It won't be for long."

(End of this chapter)