Chapter 858 Colds and Trial Medicine

Elena looked through the information and thought about how to coax Quirrell into taking medicine later.

Of course, it's not impossible not to cheat. She has plenty of ways to force him to take medicine or give orders.

But if Professor Quirrell can actively cooperate with the experiment, the subsequent improvement of the medicine and the testing of its efficacy 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 target of the first cooperation between the two worlds is naturally the most representative disease—— cold.

Cold is the most familiar disease to humans.

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

According to later statistics, adults will suffer from 2-5 colds per year on average, while teenagers and children may suffer from 6-8 times per year. The sneezes that ring out from time to time in Hogwarts Castle prove that colds are not eliminated by magic. Open one side.

Madam Pomfrey's way of dealing with her cold, on the other hand, points to another problem.

In the medical field, the magical world is still in the darkest hour before dawn.

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

Elena looked around at the people gathered in the room, including the therapists at the Salzburg Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, scholars at the Mendeleev Institute, the oldest Potions Master at Hogwarts, and the most elite in the world today. The Alchemist...

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

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

A knock on the door interrupted Elena's thoughts, and she raised her head to look at the door.

The Grammar and Muggle Studies professors from Hogwarts appeared before her.

"Professor Quirrell, your cold is probably not over yet?"

"Actually, I feel like I'm getting better soon..."

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

"It's just a minor cold. There's no need to change to any new medicine. In some cases in the past years, even if there were no refreshing potions or Muggle shock, a good night's sleep would usually make the difference... not much..."

Quirrell stared blankly at Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Flamel, and Slughorn, the old wizards who were arguing, and then at the few people around them, who were talking seriously with Muggles. Most of the therapists the scholar talked to were the therapists he had seen at the Salzburg Magic Hospital, so much so that he almost suspected whether he had some terminal illness.

On the other side of the room, a smoky cauldron was placed together with a pile of glassware, which looked quite strange.

what's the situation?

"Oh, Quirinus, you're here."

Dumbledore raised his head, glanced at the bald wizard standing at the door, and said gently.

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

"Of course, I will be the one to do the commentary."

Elena nodded obediently and jumped off the table while shaking her little white legs.

"Professor Quirrell, how much do you know about the dangers of colds? Or, to put it more simply, aren't you curious about why people get colds and how to treat them?"

"..."

Not curious!

Do not want to know!

Quirrell felt inexplicably nervous and swallowed.

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

As a lucky man who finally saved his life from Voldemort, Grindelwald, and Kaslana, what Quirrell regrets most now is that he did not wrap himself up tightly before the first ray of cold air came. stand up.

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

Elena glanced at the sick bald wizard and whispered in an extremely serious tone.

"On average, for every thousand people, 20 to 30 people will die from this - equivalent to the number of new students in Gryffindor this year."

"If this is not intuitive enough, 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 high-risk influenza, it will kill more than 20,000 people... ...This is equivalent to dozens of times the number of wizards killed by the 'most dangerous' Dark Lord over the years."

Elena coughed slightly, and Lockhart quickly found a document and handed it to Quirrell.

In order to convince Dumbledore and a group of scholars, she had already asked Gringotts Wizarding Bank to collect relevant data.

When tens of thousands of death records are stacked together, the shock is far from being replaced by cold numbers or objective descriptions.

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

Elena looked at Quirrell's changing expression, her voice sank slightly, and she said seriously.

"Professor Quirrell, you should also have discovered the special characteristics of the cold - it is never really cured. When you start sneezing, death is actually targeting you. I am curious, what do you think a cold is?"

"Uh - I have a cold. I just caught a cold. Drinking some... hot water should be - OK, right?"

Quirinus Chilo became inexplicably nervous, as if he had returned to the state of pretending to stutter last year.

It was obviously just a minor cold, why did it happen so suddenly?

"Oh, Quirinus, you..."

At this moment, a long sigh sounded in Quirrell's ears, and he felt a heavy tap on his left shoulder.

Gilderoy Lockhart shook his golden curly hair, and his big white teeth gleamed in the light.

"Quirinas, Quirinas, Quirinus. Don't look so worried. You are a wizard blessed by luck - think about it carefully, how many people can survive after encountering so many misfortunes? , still alive and kicking."

"..."

He looked at Lockhart beside him in confusion, and what he saw in front of him began to exceed his understanding.

If we go by this statement, he seems to be the unluckiest wizard in the world. After all, not everyone can jump from the clutches of one Dark Lord to the clutches of two other Dark Lords continuously and smoothly.

more importantly……

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

"Catching a cold? Drink hot water? Unfortunately, that's all wrong - you have a viral influenza."

Elena raised her finger seriously, looked into Quirinas Quirrell's eyes, and spoke word by word.

"Viral... cold?"

Quirinus Quirrell blinked in confusion and repeated the new term.

Beside him, Gilderoy Lockhart had the same confused expression.

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

"From ancient times until the early 20th century, the world had a highly unified understanding: colds are caused by cold, and colds can be cured by getting rid of the cold. Obviously, this is why Hogwarts has such a huge emphasis on treating colds. Mrs. Frey will choose the refreshing potion... It is a pity that this is just relying on immunity, high temperature and luck..."

Elena held up her hands, sat on the high square table behind her, and continued to explain unhurriedly.

Along with Elena's voice, the wizards and scholars who had finished the discussion also came over and looked at the little witch who was doing science popularization with interest - such a situation was rare, even if they had heard it before. Once.

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

Looking at the people who died of colds over the years, a casual statistics can easily support a movie "When Humanity's Stars Shine".

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

Elena's eyes dropped slightly, and she spoke in a deep voice with a very complicated tone.

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

Snapped.

She snapped her fingers lightly.

"In the blink of an eye, 5% of the world's population disappeared, and nearly 100 million people died from this disease. What even the most brutal fratricide in human history - World War II - could not do, It just happened suddenly. I specifically checked the relevant documents, and there are not many relevant records in the magic world, only one simple record."

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

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

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

"Anyway, there was only one big bad guy during that time."

"Of course, with Grindelwald 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. From then on, any small sneeze will It was enough to make people without magic tremble, and Muggles began to frantically invest in research in related fields."

"Decades later, these people without magic took the lead in solving the mystery——"

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

"What causes colds is not cold or strong wind, but cold viruses: a living organism that is smaller than gravel and cannot be seen by 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 giant leap for human civilization."

The girl's face shone brightly.

What is an angel in white?

What is Virgin Elena?

What is the spark of hope in the new world?

Hey hey——

"Uh, um...so-"

Quirrell was stunned and said hesitantly.

"Speaking of which, the magic potion I'm going to drink later is not an improved version of the refreshing potion, but is specially formulated to kill those... well, cold viruses... Why does it sound a bit dangerous? ?”

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

Elena shook her hand and said extremely sincerely.

"You should know Mr. Nico Flamel. As the refiner of the Philosopher's Stone, even if there is a small accident during the test later, he can use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to 'resurrect' you. Besides, We have tried drugs before. All the necessary procedures have been completed before human clinical testing, and now we are just missing the last step."

"Uh, I, I think..."

Quirinus Quirrell opened his mouth, looked at the crucible that had stopped rolling, and then looked at everyone in the room:

Dumbledore and others who were still arguing and discussing seemed to have reached a consensus. Nico Flamel was holding a bright red and shiny magic stone in his hand. The scholars and therapists looked at him expectantly. Lockhart was absent-minded. Playing with the wand...

What a reasonable request it was hard to refuse.

"If...if I succeed in the verification here, will it be distributed 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. We will also launch it in Hogwarts, but not so soon... If everything goes well, yes, we will Spread it around the world.”

After Elena thought for a few seconds, she corrected some of the loose points in Quirrell's description.

In fact, what they are tinkering with now is just a semi-finished product.

Strictly speaking, it is more like a targeted drug for cold viruses synthesized through magic. There is still a long way to go before industrial production and widespread popularization, but its success can judge whether this road is successful. correct.

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

If Nico Flamel and Slughorn's "cold medicine" is effective, it means that magic can draw on the scientific worldview.

More importantly, Professor Dumbledore will also use this "cooperation project" to determine the proportion of non-magical knowledge introduced in the subsequent curriculum reform of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then use this to convince people outside the school.

No one is afraid of death, not even wizards.

Under the threat of life, old age, illness and death, no one will reject a more sound and complete medical system and medical theory. After the pilot test on Quirinas Chilo is successful, Salzburg will start to try new medicines.

This was originally the excuse Grindelwald used to deceive the "Ministry of Magic" - the top magical hospital that solves difficult and complicated diseases.

"Okay, I understand. It's an honor."

Quirinus Quirrell was silent for a moment and nodded seriously.

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

The world is simply too vast. Compared with these era changes that can be clearly foreseen and may easily involve the lives of tens or hundreds of millions of people, these causes can leave traces on the progress of human civilization... Voldemort in Albania The ideals expounded in the Black Forest are as childish and ridiculous as a child playing house.

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

Elena smiled slightly at Dumbledore and turned to look at the Potions professor who was standing by the crucible. She was about to ask him to take out a standard dose of 'cold spirit' when she suddenly felt something itchy on her nose. ,Then……

"...A sneeze!"

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

"Please prepare two standard doses of 'cold medicine' and create a file by the way - Patient's name: Elena Kaslana; Age: 12 years old; Symptoms: Suspected flu; Medication taken: 'Unnamed new cold' Magic potion', medication time..."

As a cute young Dark Lord, it is normal for his resistance to decline after staying up all night.

Not to mention, there are often sneezing little beavers, little moons, little keys, and little iron girls in her bed... Even if she is a mixed-race Veela, surrounded by so many cold viruses, it seems that she is still unlucky after all. Got hit.

That’s fine, +1 for sample reference.

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Guyaya~