Working at a magical hospital for injuries and illnesses meant constantly encountering all manner of bizarre patients, and the Creature-Induced Injuries Department was no exception.
Wizet and Galen Claudius had not spoken for long before a patient was "pulled" into the consulting room.
The patient looked like a floating balloon. His son had tied a rope around his waist, which was the only thing keeping him from flying away.
"Montgolfier!" Galen Claudius clearly knew the father and son. "Thank goodness! You finally came in. You haven't violated the International Statute of Secrecy, have you?"
Montgolfier's son puffed out his chest, his tone carrying a hint of pride. "Uncle Galen, I put a pair of roller skates on Dad when we came to St. Mungo's."
"Still making your own child look after you..." Galen Claudius raised an eyebrow. "Once he goes to Hogwarts, no one will be able to use roller skates to bring you to St. Mungo's."
"I just couldn't control myself..." Montgolfier said shamefully. "And I'd already been stung so many times. Who would have thought I could still develop an allergy?"
I could have! Galen Claudius said irritably. "I told you last time that if you got stung by Billywigs a few more times, you might develop a severe allergic reaction."
After listening to their conversation, Wizet pieced together what had happened;
Billywig stings were a potion ingredient that made people float, which was why Fizzing Whizzbees also contained powdered Billywig stings among their ingredients;
Getting stung by a Billywig was far from pleasant. The victim would feel dizzy and disoriented before floating into the air, only returning to the ground once the venom wore off;
Some wizards became addicted to the sensation. They would deliberately keep Billywigs and let themselves be stung after work, enjoying the