Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 879

Elena looked at the information, thinking about how to coax Quirrell into taking medicine later.

Of course, it is not impossible not to deceive, she has many methods such as compulsory medication or ordering.

But if Professor Qiluo can take the initiative to cooperate with the experiment, follow-up drug improvement and drug efficacy testing will be much easier.

The medical fusion of magic and science may be one of the most influential and meaningful things after she arrived in this world, and the goal of the first cooperation and confrontation between the two worlds is naturally the most representative disease—— cold.

The cold, which is the most familiar disease to mankind.

This million-year-old disease has always been among the best in terms of mortality and death toll.

According to statistics from later generations, adults will have an average of 2-5 colds a year, while teenagers and children may have 6-8 times a year. The sneezing sounds in Hogwarts Castle from time to time prove that colds are not caused by magic. Open one side.

On the other hand, Mrs. Pomfrey's way of coping with colds showed another problem.

In the medical field, the magic world is still in the darkest moment before dawn.

However, at most after this Christmas, dawn should arrive.

Elena looked around at the people gathered in the room, the therapist at the Salzburg Hospital for Magical Injuries, the scholars at the Mendeleev Institute, the oldest potion master at Hogwarts, and the best in the world today. The alchemist...

If nothing else, the first ray of light is likely to be lit by the people in this room.

Tuk tu tu.

The knock on the door interrupted Elena's thoughts, and she looked up at the door.

Hogwarts professors of grammar and Muggle studies appeared in front of her.

"Professor Quirrell, your cold shouldn't heal, right?"

"Actually, I think I'm almost done..."

As soon as Elena spoke, Quirrell's heart trembled, and he looked around nervously.

"It's just a small cold. There is no need to change to a new medicine. In some cases in previous years, even without refreshing potions or Muggle shocks, a comfortable night's sleep is usually not good...not much..."

Quirrell looked at Dumbledore, Grindelwald, LeMay, Slughorn and all the old wizards who were arguing in a daze, then looked at the group around them, with a serious expression on the Muggles. The therapists the scholars talked to--most of them were the therapists he had met at the Salzburg Magic Hospital, so that he almost doubted whether he had a terminal illness.

On the other side of the room, a crucible emitting smoke was placed with a pile of glassware, which looked rather strange.

what's the situation?

"Oh, Quirinas, you are here."

Dumbledore raised his head, glanced at the bald wizard who was standing at the door, and said softly.

"Don't worry, we will definitely help you cure your cold... But there are still some small details to discuss. You sit and wait for a while. As for the principle, difficulty, background... Well, Miss Kaslana ?"

"Of course, I will do the explanation."

Elena nodded obediently, swaying her little white legs and jumping off the table.

"Professor Quirrell, how much do you know about the dangers of colds, or more simply, don't you wonder why people catch a cold and don't want to know how to treat them?

Not curious!

do not wanna know!

Quirrell was a little nervous inexplicably, and swallowed.

As for the danger... In this room, this little witch is the most dangerous, right?

As the lucky one who has finally recovered his life from Voldemort, Grindelwald, and Kaslana, what Quirrell regrets most now is that he has not wrapped himself strictly before the first cold wave hits. stand up.

"Don't ignore this humble disease. The mortality rate of seasonal influenza is 0.1%, but if it is the Spanish flu decades ago, its mortality rate may be as high as 2-3%. In other words ..."

Elena glanced at the ailing bald wizard, and said softly, very solemnly.

"On average, for every thousand people, 20 to 30 people will die as a result-equivalent to the number of freshmen in Gryffindor this year."

"If this is not intuitive enough, then the current total population of London is about 7 million. Even the seasonal influenza with the lowest mortality rate will kill 7,000 people. If it is a high-risk flu, it will be more than 20,000... …Equivalent to that the'most dangerous' Dark Lord Four killed dozens of times the number of wizards in those years."

Elena gave a light cough, Lockhart quickly found a document and handed it to Quirrell.

In order to persuade Dumbledore and other scholars, she had asked Gringotts Wizarding Bank to collect relevant data.

When tens of thousands of death records are stacked on top of each other, this shock is far from cold numbers or can be replaced by objective descriptions.

"The most terrifying thing is that the current healing methods in the magical world are just superficial."

Elena looked at Quirrell's fluctuating expression, her voice sank slightly, and said solemnly.

"Professor Quirrell, you should have also discovered the peculiarities of the cold-it has never been really cured. When you start sneezing, the **** of death is actually looking at you. Curiously ask, what do you think a cold is?"

"Uh-catch a cold, catch a cold, drink some... hot, hot water should be-okay, okay?"

Quirinas Quirrell became nervous inexplicably, as if he had returned to the state of stuttering in disguise last year.

Obviously it's just a small cold, why did it happen all of a sudden?

"Oh, Quirinas, you..."

At this moment, Quirrell heard a long sigh, and he felt a heavy slap on his left shoulder.

Guidro Lockhart shook his golden curly hair, his big white teeth gleaming in the light.

"Quilinas, Quirinas, Quirinas. Don't be so worried, you are a lucky wizard—think about how many people can survive so many misfortunes. , Still alive and kicking."

He looked at Lockhart beside him dumbly, and the things in front of him began to exceed his understanding.

According to this statement, he seems to be the most unlucky wizard in the world. After all, not everyone has continuously and smoothly jumped from the claws of one dark lord to the claws of two other dark lords.

more importantly……

Before stepping into this room, he was not anxious at all!

"Catch a cold? Drink hot water? Unfortunately, all wrong-you have a viral flu."

Elena put her fingers up solemnly, looked at Quirinas Quirrell's eyes, and said every word.

"Viral... influenza?"

Quirinas Quirrell blinked in confusion, repeating the new term.

And beside him, Guidro Lockhart was equally confused.

As a sharp edge in the shadow of Her Majesty, Lockhart does not pay attention to other scientific research processes except the memory field-his core job is to keep secrets and to sniff out and eradicate traitors for various organizations.

"From ancient times to the early twentieth century, there has been a high degree of uniformity in the world: colds are caused by cold, and colds can be cured by getting rid of the cold. Obviously, this is why Hogwarts has Mrs. Frey would choose the refreshing potion... It is a pity that this is nothing more than immunity, heat and luck..."

Elena put her hands on her hands and sat on the high-footed square table behind her, and continued to explain without hurries.

Accompanied by Elena's voice, the wizards and scholars who had finished the discussion around also leaned over and looked at the little witch who was doing science popularization with interest-this is rare, even if they have heard of it before. Once again.

Russell, Bacon, Descartes, Mendeleev, Washington...

Looking at the people who died of a cold in those years, you can easily support a "When the Stars of Mankind Shine" with random statistics.

"Unfortunately, luck does not always arrive in time..."

Elena's eyes drooped slightly, and her tone was extremely complicated and said in a deep voice.

"About seventy-five years ago, in 1918, the largest collective "cold" in human history came quietly. This disaster, named "Spanish Flu", caused half of the world's population to contract influenza. then……"

Snapped.

She snapped her fingers lightly.

"At a glance, 5% of the world's population has disappeared, and nearly 100 million people have died in this disease. Even the most tragic fratricide in human history—World War II—can't do. This happened suddenly. I specifically searched for related documents, and there are not many related records in the magic world, only one simple record."

Elena nodded towards a yellowed newspaper, her voice full of joking.

"It was really a cold winter. In addition to the increase in the price of the refreshing potion, the Gringotts Wizarding Bank also transferred thousands of accounts from active to dormant. Of course... this account was finally counted in Gellert. Grindelwald's head."

She glanced at the "retired old devil" who was unfortunately lying with a gun not far away, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Anyway, the biggest bad guy at that time was one."

"Of course, with Grindelwald being defeated by Professor Dumbledore, the magical world has no reason to continue to delve into the truth of that cold winter-but the non-magical world has no such target. Since then, any small sneeze Enough to make people without magic shiver, Muggles began to rush into research in related fields."

"Decades later, these people without magical powers were the first to solve this mystery--"

Elena pointed to the blackboard behind her, which was filled with various figures, molecular formulas, and numbers.

"It is not cold or strong wind that causes a cold, but a cold virus: a living body smaller than gravel and invisible to the naked eye. What we have to do now is to use magic to complete the final blow."

"This may be a small step for you, but it is a big step for human civilization."

The girl's face shone brightly.

What is an angel in white?

What is the Virgin Elena?

What is the flame of hope in the new world?

Hey hey-

"Uh, uh... so--"

Qi Luo was stunned, and said hesitantly.

"Speaking of which, the potion I will drink later is not an improved version of the refreshing potion, but is specially formulated to kill those...well, cold viruses...? How does it sound a little, dangerous ?"

"Don't worry, it's not dangerous, not dangerous."

Elena shook her hand and said sincerely.

"You should know Mr. Nico Lemay, as the refiner of the Philosopher's Stone, even if there is a small accident in the test medicine later, he can use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to'resurrect' you. Besides, We have tried the medicine before. Before the human clinical test, all the processes that should have been completed, now we are the last step."

"Uh, I, I think..."

Quirinas Quirrell opened his mouth, looked at the crucible that stopped tumbling, then looked at everyone in the room:

Dumbledore and others, who were still arguing and discussing, seemed to have reached a consensus. Nicole LeMay held a bright red Philosopher's Stone in his hand. Scholars and therapists looked at him expectantly. Lockhart was absent-minded. Playing with the magic wand...

What a reasonable request that is hard to refuse.

"If... if my verification is successful here, will it be sent to the whole school and even the entire magic world?"

"No, no, we will explore the industrial production process, and launch small-scale pilot projects in the non-magical and magical worlds. Hogwarts will also launch it, but not so fast... If everything goes well, yes, we will Spread to the world."

After thinking for a few seconds, Elena corrected some of the imprecise descriptions of Quirrell.

In fact, what they have made now is just a semi-finished product.

Strictly speaking, it is more like a targeted drug for cold viruses synthesized by magic. It is still a long way from industrial production and large-scale popularization, but its success can judge whether this path is correct.

Before this, wizards had never studied and understood the world from the microscopic field.

If Nicol Lemay and Slughorn's "cold medicine" are effective, it means that magic can learn from the scientific world view.

And more importantly, Professor Dumbledore will also judge the proportion of non-magical knowledge introduced in the subsequent curriculum reform of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry based on this "cooperative project", and then use this to persuade people outside the school.

No one is not afraid of death, even wizards~www.mtlnovel.com~ Under the threat of birth, old age, sickness and death, no one will reject a more complete and complete medical system and medical theory, and wait for Quirinas Quillo. After successful pilot verification, Salzburg will start to try new drugs.

This was originally the excuse Grindelwald used to fool the "Ministry of Magic"-the top magic hospital for solving intractable diseases.

"Okay, I see, it's an honor."

Quirinas Quirrell was silent for a moment and nodded seriously.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what Guidro Lockhart had said before.

The world is too broad. Compared with these clearly foreseeable changes in the era that can easily involve tens of millions or hundreds of millions of people's lives, these careers that can leave traces on the progress of human civilization... Voldemort in Albania The ideals expounded in the Black Forest are as naive and ridiculous as children playing.

"Thank you for your support, Professor Slughorn, trouble you..."

Elena smiled at Dumbledore, turned her head to look at the potions professor standing by the cauldron, and was about to let him fill out a standard dose of the'cold spirit', and suddenly felt a little itchy nose ,then……

"...See!"

Under the quiet gaze of the adult wizards and scholars, Elena touched her nose and said frankly.

"Excuse me, please prepare two standard doses of'cold medicine' and set up a file by the way-patient name: Elena Kaslana; age: 12 years old; symptoms: suspected flu; medication:'unnamed new cold Potions', the time for the medication..."

As a cute and beloved larva of the Dark Lord, it's normal for the resistance to drop after staying up all night.

Not to mention,

Guyaya~

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