Chapter eight hundred and seventy-ninth colds and reagents
Elena looked through the information and thought about how to coax Quirrell into taking the medicine later.
Of course, it's not impossible not to cheat. She has many methods such as force-fed drugs or giving 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 for the first time the two worlds cooperated to fight was 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.
On the other hand, Madam Pomfrey's way of dealing with the cold 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, the therapists at the Salzburg Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, the scholars at the Mendeleev Institute, the oldest Potions Master at Hogwarts, and the best 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 and looked at the door.
The grammar professor and Muggle studies professor from Hogwarts appeared in front of her.
"Professor Quirrell, your cold shouldn't be 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 take 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. Then he looked at the few people surrounding them, talking seriously to Muggles.
Most of the therapists the scholar talked to were the same 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 crucible emitting smoke 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 sickly 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 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, hot water should be - but, is that okay?"
Quirinus Chilo became inexplicably nervous, as if he had returned to the state of pretending to stutter last year.
It's 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 sparkled in the light.
"Quilinas, Quilinas, Quilinas. 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 most unlucky 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 this brand new term.
Beside him, Gilderoy Lockhart also 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 has developed 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 so much emphasis on treating colds.
Mrs. Frey will choose the refreshing potion... It is a pity that this only relies 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.
Looking at the number of people who died from colds over the years, a casual statistics can easily support the 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 lightly snapped her fingers.
"In the blink of an eye, 5% of the world's population disappeared, and nearly 100 million people died from this disease. Even the most brutal fratricide in human history - World War II - could not do something.
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 joking.
"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 at 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 be
It was enough to make people without magic tremble, and Muggles began to invest crazily in research in related fields."
"Decades later, these people without magic took the lead in solving this 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 step 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... um, cold viruses... Why does it sound a bit dangerous?
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"Don't worry, it's not dangerous, it's not dangerous."
Elena shook her hand and said with utmost sincerity.
"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. Moreover,
We have tried drugs before. Before conducting human clinical testing, all the procedures that should be completed have been completed, 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, and Lockhart was absent-minded.
Playing with the wand...
This is such a reasonable request that is 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 to 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 industrialized 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 to be 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 at Quirinus Chilo is successful, Salzburg will start to try new medicines.
This was originally the excuse used by Grindelwald to deceive the "Ministry of Magic" - the top magical hospital that solves difficult and complicated diseases.
"Okay, I understand, I'm honored."
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 things that can be clearly foreseen, the changes of the times may easily involve the lives of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of people. These undertakings 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, turned to look at the Potions Professor standing by the crucible, and was about to ask him to take out a standard dose of 'cold spirit' when she suddenly felt her nose itching.
,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 the resistance to decrease after staying up late continuously.