Wheezes weren't the only contents, but they were in there, and not as harmful, apparently. Percy resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"The rubbish they sell in Knockturn, you mean?" He was more than familiar with it. "When I first started working at the Ministry, we tried to enforce regulations on products like that. They're quite harmful and the charlatans that produce them shouldn't even make a Knut of profit from it. I've heard it's getting worse now, but, ah, the Ministry has other priorities."
Like finding Harry.
He frowned as she began to describe how St. Mungo's was running, and nodded sympathetically when she mentioned blood status. "That is good," he said, glad to hear that some things were still functioning with some amount of normalcy. He was also pleased to note that Healer Jones didn't seem to like the blood status regulations, either.
A worrying thought cropped up, and before he could push it out of his head, he opened his mouth. "Have you seen many Muggle-borns, then?" he asked. "With injuries and the like? I know...I know some of them are running, and that some of them have prices on their heads."
He also knew that the Muggle-borns unfortunate enough to report to their trials were faced with Dementors and threatened with the Dementor's Kiss. He didn't dare ask if Hestia had dealt with any of them, however.
His eye felt a little better, and he was just about to ask how it looked when Healer Jones dropped all her papers. Percy immediately got to his feet. "Here, let me help," he said, and then promptly clunked heads with her as they both reached for the same paper.