Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"It's been three days," said the store manager, Isaac Biddle, with a sad look on his face. "I don't know why, but those werewolves only attack our people."

"They sometimes lie in wait during get off work hours or on the way to work in the morning, and they seem to be targeting us."

"Five store clerks have been bitten. Since they were not bitten during the full moon, the therapists at St. Mungo's said that they will not turn into werewolves, but they may contract some problems such as eating raw meat..."

"Everyone is very scared. Five store clerks asked for leave yesterday, and today there are seven. Maybe no one will come to work tomorrow..." Isaac said.

Murphy frowned, werewolves only bite their own people?

He had already smelled a conspiracy.

Although the production efficiency of potions has greatly increased after the assembly line model, and now he has accumulated a lot of inventory, it is okay to stop work for two or three days, but it is not an option to continue like this.

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

The two came to St. Mungo's.

Second floor, Biological Injury Department.

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

None of their injuries were life-threatening. Two of them were bitten on the arm, which was basically fine. One witch was bitten on the shoulder. One of the other two was missing half of her ear, and one was bitten on the face and neck. After two mouthfuls, he was disfigured and was the most seriously injured.

"I used silver powder and white blood to stop the bleeding, but most of them will leave scars, and we have nothing good to do about it." A therapist named Hibbert Smethyk told Murphy .

"The only good thing is that they were all bitten by humanoid werewolves when it was not a full moon. According to our experience, in this case, they will basically not be infected with the terrible lycanthropy, that is, they will not become a real werewolf." A werewolf has at most some werewolf habits."

The situation was certainly not as easy as he said.

Many wizards do not treat werewolves as human beings at all. Just being bitten by a werewolf is likely to suffer some discrimination and ridicule.

The clerks all looked frustrated.

A middle-aged woman who accompanied the power source who had been bitten on the face and neck, and who appeared to be his mother, begged for a permanent break from Hebrews, believing that such wounds might cause problems for her son's future employment and marriage. A lot of trouble.

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

Murphy listened for a while and suddenly asked: "What is the reason why magic injuries cannot be completely cured?"

"This... of course is because the evil magic still remains on the wound..."

"Wouldn't spells such as Curse Stop have an effect on this?"

"Of course!" Hippocrat looked a little angry, "If it had been useful, we would have cured them all long ago!"

"Then... what about removing the tissue that may be contaminated with magic? Will it be the same as an ordinary wound?"

"What?" Hippocrat was stunned, "How can it expand the wound? Sir, who are you? Are you questioning my treatment method?"

"No, of course not, I just made a suggestion..."

"Take your advice to heart! Sir! This is St. Mungo's! And I am the therapist here! You are not! I know more about various diseases than you do!"

Murphy frowned, in that case, why are you so anxious?

Why are you more irritable than me?

"Main Therapist, I, I think this gentleman's proposal may be worth a try..." At this time, he had been standing aside, wearing a dark green therapist's robe, with the word "Internship" plastered on his chest. The young witch spoke cautiously.

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

"Shut up! Elody!" Hippocrates was furious, "You haven't obtained the formal qualification yet! You still have a lot to learn about treatment!"

The latter was so frightened that his face turned pale and he did not dare to say a word.

Murphy looked at the young witch, "Miss Elodie, why do you think magic wounds are difficult to heal?"

"This..." The latter glanced at Hippocrates and shook his head, "I don't know, sir, no one knows..."

Murphy nodded, "Do you want to find out?"

"What?"

"These are some of my store clerks who have been bitten and as their owner I have an obligation to protect my store clerks and keep them physically and mentally healthy. So I can't just ignore this and I need someone to treat them."

"I would like to invite you to study the reasons why these wounds are difficult to heal, and then, cure them."

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

"Did anyone know about Bai Xian's function from the beginning? Did the bone spirit appear out of thin air? Miss Elody, the treatment for any disease requires someone to study hard before it can be found."

"We don't know the causes yet, and it doesn't matter. We can study it, but if we turn a blind eye to a disease and take it for granted that 'we can't do anything', we will never have a chance to defeat it. Miss Elody, what do you think? ?”

"What are you doing! Sir! Are you poaching my intern?" Hippocrat was shocked and angry. "That's ridiculous! This is the best magic hospital! Only here can she learn the best healing techniques. !”

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

"No one can cure it!"

"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 immature..." The young witch was a little nervous. She had never encountered such a thing before, "I may not be able to 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 a few times and didn't have high hopes for the quality of the therapists here. Most of them were not as good as the school nurse Madam Pomfrey.

In contrast, the spirit of willingness to explore is more important.

"How much does St. Mungo's pay you, miss? I'll give you twice that, and we have a lot of smart people who will help you to realize your idea."

"But, but..."

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

The young witch looked at the slender hand stretched out, and then at the pair of eyes staring at her without any hesitation. Her heart jumped for no reason, and she also stretched out her hand out of nowhere, letting the other party hold her. .

Murphy smiled and pulled the other person to his side.

Then he said to Hibbert: "Sorry, Mr. Healer, since St. Mungo's can't heal my clerks, I took them away."

"This is the only magic hospital in the UK! It's also the best!" Hibbert thought it was ridiculous. "Where can you take them?!"

"The only? The best?" Murphy shook his head, "Soon it won't be."