Chapter 249： Parasitic Mouth

London, England.

In a famous private hospital, a man with a pale face was sitting on a chair in the corridor.

He looks about thirty-six or seven years old, and his facial features are still handsome, but his slightly bloated body and the thinning top of his head spoil his handsomeness.

"Mr. Barnes?" A nurse came over from the service desk. She bent down and looked at the man on the seat with some concern. "Are you still uncomfortable?"

Bertrand Barnes glanced up slightly. He covered his stomach with one hand and smiled reluctantly: "Ma'am, I just want to know how long it will take for my film to come out?"

"Please don't be impatient, the imaging department is processing it."

Barnes nodded irritably, and finally rejected the guard's offer to take him to the lounge.

A week ago, he discovered that he had some minor problems with his body, such as a sudden loss of appetite, acid reflux, nausea and other symptoms from time to time. Barnes didn't care at the time. After all, he was almost forty years old. Occasional discomfort is normal.

He adjusted his work and rest time, thinking that his body would return to normal in a day or two, but the situation gradually got worse.

The first is appetite. Barnes wakes up hungry every day, as exaggerated as if he hadn't eaten in days. And this hunger was only partially relieved after a large breakfast, and he had to keep eating all morning.

The strange thing is that the hunger disappears every 4:00 in the evening, but at this time, Barnes will feel huge exhaustion, even if he has not worked for a long time.

After the hunger disappeared, his appetite suddenly disappeared, and the huge tiredness that replaced it made people drowsy, but the faint pain in his abdomen was tormenting him like a fine needle, and he was often exhausted when he fell asleep every day. After doing your best.

In addition, Barnes also felt that his complexion was getting paler, and the whole figure seemed to be getting older all at once.

Knowing that he might have some strange disease, Barnes came to the hospital. After a brief consultation, the doctor asked him to take a film to see the situation. The specific condition can only be determined after the film is released.

Barnes pulled some of his necklines irritably. The reputation of this private hospital is good, and the service attitude of the doctors and nurses is also good, but the charges are "good" as always...

"One for the hospital, one for the doctor, one for the auxiliary team... a private hospital that **** blood!" Barnes muttered, he didn't notice that after his neckline was pulled open, there was a blue-purple blood line slowly from his chest spreading.

He only hopes that his condition will get better soon, and then the commercial medical insurance can pay more.

A middle-aged man walking by surrounded by a few people noticed Barnes' abnormality, and he came up immediately.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Not so good... are you?"

"Alan Wallup, this hospital's… um, administrator, what's going on in your chest?"

"Chest?" Barnes lowered his head in doubt, and then saw the spreading blue-purple blood line in horror, "Damn! This, what is this?!"

Before he finished speaking, Barnes felt a huge pain and dizziness, his body twitched slightly, his eyes rolled, and the whole person slid off the seat.

"Sir? Hey, nurse, come on!"

There was a commotion in the hospital.

In the room, several doctors held up an x-ray and fell into contemplation. On the image in front of them, there was a huge shadow on the man's abdomen, and the shadow almost occupied a huge part of the man's stomach.

Alan Wallup, who was on the side, didn't pay attention to the x-ray. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Gentlemen, this condition may represent a new disease. I hope he can be well treated..."

So that his hospital can be in the newspaper, that's what Allen didn't say.

There was a man in a suit with sharp eyes beside him, and he saw all this in his eyes.

Thirty minutes later, two men in leather jackets arrived at the hospital.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" the nurse at the front desk asked.

"Excuse me, where is Bertrand Barnes? I'm his colleague. I heard that he's not in good health recently, and he has taken sick leave from the company..." The man in the lead wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses, his hair was soft and smooth. The tail cocked up stubbornly.

"Oh, sorry, we can't reveal the patient's privacy..." The nurse's eyes blurred for a while, "Oh, you are Mr. Bertrand Barnes' family? He is currently in Ward 404 in District B."

"Thank you." There was something on the cuff of the man's shirt that was retracted.

The two walked towards Area B one after the other.

"Hey, James, isn't it legal to use Confusion Charms on Muggles?" the male behind him whispered.

"The matter is urgent... Jones, according to the information, it may be a parasitic mouth monster, or why do you think the Auror office will let me cooperate with you?"

"The parasitic mouth monster, originating in France, likes to be parasitized in the stomachs of large creatures, which will lead to the deterioration of the parasite's physical condition, and its ability to reproduce and spread is very strong..." Jones muttered, "This thing is very well investigated by the Immigration Administration. Yan Cai, how did he parasitize a Muggle?"

James shrugged: "Your department has received a lot of work recently, right?"

"Well, it's a lot more than before. The people at the memory write-off headquarters are busy."

"Kingsley thinks there may be some problems recently, so let me cooperate with you... This way," James turned a corner at the instructions above his head, "The Parasitic Mouth's parasitic method is very subtle, but it is the only useful thing. The gastric juice part is not a prohibited trade item...so I have to find out if this thing came to London by accident or someone got it on purpose."

"So serious?" Jones frowned, not expecting a Muggle accident to involve so much.

"Who knows, it's luck... I saw him." James stopped.

In Ward 404, Barnes, who had passed out in a coma, has been placed on a hospital bed, and several doctors are checking his condition by the bedside.

"Sorry, gentlemen," he pushed open the door and walked in. "This man's situation is not something you can handle. I'll take him to St. Mungo's..."

"Who are you? This is the ward, who let you in!" said the doctor in a white coat.

"Jones, I'll leave the memory write-off to you. I'll take this unlucky **** to St. Mungo's, where the healer will take out the Parasitic Mouth. I have to be careful about this guy secretly parasitizing others."

"OK, no problem."

The doctor listened to these two people saying strange things, and he shook the notebook in his hand angrily: "What is Saint Mungo?! Security, where is the security guard?!"

Then they saw the man in the back pull out a small wooden stick, and a gentle white light enveloped them.

…

St. Mungo's, a healer came out with a meatball-like monster, the meatball kept squirming, and a large mouth in the middle was opening and closing unconsciously.

"Mr Potter in the Auror's office?" She looked at the man across from her.

"Hmm, hello, ma'am."

"I have good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"

"Good news, I don't like bad news very much."

The therapist pointed to the meatball on the ground: "The Parasitic Mouth has been taken out safely, and the Muggle will only need to rest for a few days to recover."

"Oh, that's nice. Did you cast a stillness spell?"

"Shi, you can take it with you later. But before I do, I have to tell you the bad news - that Muggle has two parasites in it, but obviously I only found one..."

James opened his mouth slightly, then patted his forehead in distress: "This is trouble..."

…

"Is one missing?" In the Auror's office, a dark-skinned, bald-headed tall wizard turned to James Potter, who was reporting back. His slow, low voice also contained a little irritability.

James nodded: "I've been casting exploration magic when I'm on a mission, and the Muggle was well protected when I went to St. Mungo's, which means that the other one was parasitic on other people before."

"Trouble... James, take someone to the Muggle's house immediately to see how his family is doing, by the way, his company is also going. Longbottom, take more people to the hospital... By the way, James, what size is that hospital?"

James sighed helplessly: "So it's troublesome... Kingsley, that's the largest private hospital in London..."

"Merlin's beard... I'll go to the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control and ask them to send someone to help... Longbottom, you go to the head of the hospital first, Muggle hospitals also need admission registration, and focus on the ward where Muggles go. ."

Everyone was busy all of a sudden. The Parasitic Mouth was a magical animal that was strictly controlled. This kind of animal reproduced amazingly, and its parasitic method was concealed enough. If it spreads in the Muggle world, the Ministry of Magic will stop it for a whole year. Want to stop.

That's not what worries Kingsley most, though. As the head of the Auror's office, he instinctively sensed something was wrong.

The Parasitic Mouth is also strictly controlled in France. The gastric juice of this creature is the raw material for some kind of potion, so in addition to the strictly guarded breeding grounds, the habitat of the Parasitic Mouth is also surrounded by magic. After all, this thing is raging After that, no one from the country could beg for it.

"Hopefully only one escaped..." Kingsley shook his head.

…

That night, the Wallop family's villa.

The Wallops and their young daughter are enjoying dinner.

Bella was rocking her short legs on the seat, and was cutting a steak vigorously at this time: "Hey, hey... Mommy, today's steak is delicious, Sean will definitely like it, wait for him to come back Do it again?"

"Of course, baby." Mrs. Wallup fondly wiped the sauce from the corners of her daughter's mouth.

Alan in the main seat smiled and watched this scene. The steak in front of him didn't move much, he just drank a little red wine.

"Darling, is dinner not to your taste today?" the wife asked.

"Oh, the appetite is not so good today."

"Do you want me to ask the kitchen to make you something else? Like your favorite lamb chops?"

"No need, dear, maybe I'm a little tired from visiting the hospital today."

The family was talking when the doorbell rang suddenly.

The maid walked over to open the door and came back to report: "There are two gentlemen who want to see you."

"What are you looking for me for?"

"It said it was for the patient who had a blood line on his chest in the hospital today."

"Huh?" Allen frowned. He was not a doctor, just a businessman. Why did the other party find him? Other hospitals want to rob patients?

However, before he could make a decision, there was a sudden explosion outside.

Allen's eyes widened. He was deeply impressed by the voice. When the two magic schools came to his house to recruit students, one of the boys disappeared after such a voice.

A wizard? !

Alan got up quickly, let the maid go back to his room, and then walked out.

As soon as he arrived in the yard, he saw three men standing outside the big iron gate of his villa, one of them was his bodyguard Geller Jennings.

The three were talking, and the other two seemed to be explaining.

"...I'm not here to write off Mr. Wallup's memory, Dumbledore told me..."

"Prove your identity, sir."

"James Potter, I am the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, and this is my colleague, Frank Longbottom."

"Just talking about it doesn't prove anything."

"God, why didn't Dumbledore tell me that the guy he sent to protect the Wallops was such a jerk...and you're not British, are you?"

James shook his head helplessly, just when he saw Alan walking out, his eyes lit up and he waved enthusiastically.

"Hey, Mr. Wallup?"

Alan slowly leaned over suspiciously: "Do you know me?"

"James Potter, my son Harry and Sean are good friends. He went to my house for a birthday party last summer. The man who came to pick up Sean was my buddy and Harry's godfather. It's called Sirius, you should have seen it, right?"

Allen took a careful look and realized that the man named James Potter was very similar to the boy named Harry who came to pick up Sean last summer. UU reading He naturally has an impression of Sirius, but the other party is not attracted...

Moreover, why is his bodyguard able to talk to the other party like this, he is also a wizard? !

Allen felt suddenly magical.

Geller Jennings glanced back and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wallop, I'm sorry I kept my identity hidden before, but I actually performed the duties of a bodyguard..."

He took out a wooden stick, Allen knew, it was a wand, and on the inside of the other party's suit, there was a bulging gun pocket.

Geller Jennings nodded at him. "There is no conflict between protecting you with a wand and protecting you with a gun—both work well."

Ellen: "…"

Ellen: "...Huh?"

Suddenly, the round-faced man who had been silent for a while, Frank Longbottom frowned.

"James, I found the second one..."