BXBX NOVEL Chapter 393 - 393
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I converted the table into a dental chair, and Delphine waved her hand, sending a ball of metal from behind her back directly into the chair. At the moment of touching the back, the ball turned into a Jugson. Business dark jacket, hair tied in a ponytail.
With a wave of my wand, I made the arm and leg bindings snap together, fusing them together, and the rune chains to increase the strength of the material came through, which I immediately powered up with magic.
Jugson woke reluctantly, and when he blinked and looked us over, he yanked his arms and legs a couple of times, to no avail. With a smirk, he looked at Delphine.
"And what would that mean?"
"Jonathan Joseph Jugson," Lady Greengrass put a chill in her voice. "Twenty-eight uses of Unforgivable Curses have been officially confirmed, seven of which are Killing Curses. All of the Killing Curses are successful. More than twenty incidents of violence of various kinds against wizards, both pure-blood, half-blood and muggle-born, have been officially confirmed. The number of ordinary people tortured or killed is unknown, but definitely more than five dozen - he just can\'t remember any more."
"Good to know," Jugson grinned, turning his head a couple of times, causing a few gray strands on his head to ruffle. "That my file didn\'t get lost..."
Delphine silently threw Silencio at him.
"What do you think, Hermione?"
The girl stood somewhat pale, and her completely emotionless face spoke of an occlumency turned to maximum.
"Why a term in Azkaban and not a Dementor\'s kiss?"
"They say everyone was put in Azkaban back then, and no one was sentenced to a kiss, regardless of the severity of the crime. Back then, that prison was considered one you couldn\'t escape from, and all of them..." Delphine nodded toward Jugson, who continued to grin, a frantic gleam appearing in his eyes. "They wanted to torture them as long as possible."
"I see," Hermione nodded. "Where do we start?"
"That was my line," I smiled, despite how it would look from the outside.
"First, we\'ll learn a few diagnostic spells. Two of them will allow you to conjure up illusory three-dimensional graphs that show the parameters you mentally set since you have a high level of knowledge of anatomy, physiology, and other allied disciplines of healing magic. The other three are not so much spells as methods of analyzing your magic, released in its purest form through your wand. There you need to analyze the peculiarities of the response in the stream. You have a theoretical basis on curses, dark magic, and other things, so you can supplement the results of the analysis by visual inspection of the damaged area, as well as other physical manifestations, quite well. Let\'s start with the banal and simple."
Delphine pointed her wand at Jugson, who twitched a couple of times again, but much harder.
"Slugulus Eructo."
A faint, quick cloud of green flashed from the tip of Delphine\'s wand, landing directly on Jugson\'s head. He began to turn pale and even blue, and a brief moment later, a huge slug fell out of his mouth and onto his chest.
"Now, let\'s get to the diagnosis..."
Swings of the wand, corrections from Delphine, more swings, and verbal formulas. Along the way, we cleaned with the help of Slagulus Evanesco. Jugson tried a couple of times to conjure something non-verbally and without a wand but only succeeded in getting Silencio off of him. He immediately began to shout out profanities at us in English and Spanish. However, they were often interspersed with the sounds of a puking cat, and Silencio was quickly put back down. In general, as I noticed, Delphine very clearly and continuously monitors the movement of magic around and keeps, as they say, "finger on the pulse." So we diagnosed, studying the effects of the curse on the subject\'s magic, noting the mechanisms that trigger the process of the transfiguration of saliva into slugs.
Having perfectly memorized, but not fully understood, the mechanisms of curses associated with the fixation on the body and transfiguration of bodily fluids through the magic invested by the creator, we switched to similar, but fueled by the magic of the victim - we forced the blood in hand to rot, but when leaving the hand — to return to its original state. Then we moved on to the fixed ones on magic. Then to those that affect the body, giving false signals to tissues and organs, for example, making the person constantly defecate or dance uncontrollably. Of course, we also had to clean up the consequences of such magic, but it\'s good that not with our own hands.
Curses became more complicated by the hour, and their treatment methods with counter-curses or their combination with potions became more sophisticated. After that, we switched to ordinary physical injuries - we studied how they affect the body and magic, simultaneously trying to track the peculiarities in changing the response from diagnostic charms. I especially liked the banal Reducto performed by Delphine — a minimum of magic, no waving or words at all. Just a thin and not particularly bright ray hits the body. Still, its power is so great that it breaks all the bones in its path, turning the tissues into one big hematoma. The shock wave, spreading through the body, tears the mesentery on which the internal organs are attached — that\'s the experience along with the density of magic in the spell! I wonder how much an inanimate object will explode when hit by this spell performed by Delphine? Or will the destruction go deeper?
The final chord was an unremovable curse of rotting flesh. As Delphine threw a disgusting purple dark clot of curse at the lost, pointlessly looking somewhere in the distance Jugson, the already horrible looking, sweaty and all bloody, but a whole wizard, began to turn sharply blue. His skin began to quickly become covered with scabs, and he began to dry up, then, on the contrary, to swell, twitching in severe convulsions and vomiting fits, flooding himself with pus and bile. His consciousness had long since left his body.
"Examine," Delphine said quietly, constantly clearing the air with waves of her wand.
Hermione\'s pallor could be compared to chalk, but due to occlumency, she continued to perform her tasks. I, on the other hand, was somehow.... indifferent.