Mysterious Journey
Chapter 857: Technological Breakthrough (Part 1)
Perhaps due to the "Hogwarts Happy Farm," colds had suddenly become prevalent among the faculty and students. Madam Pomfrey, the school's medi-witch, was temporarily overwhelmed, which was almost a yearly tradition at Hogwarts.
Fortunately, the school had an unusually large staff this year.
With the assistance of three Potions Masters and two (question mark?) top-tier alchemists, Madam Pomfrey's current predicament was choosing the most suitable potion from the works of the five masters. Obviously, the stronger the effect, the better, especially after those Potions Masters started secretly competing. The invigorating potions sent to the hospital wing were of astonishing quality.
Undoubtedly, these invigorating potions had instant effects, and common colds were almost completely cured in the blink of an eye.
However, those who drank the potions would have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours afterward.
During this time, the Hogwarts novice team players, along with their coach Hermione Granger, became the most frequent visitors to the hospital wing. Invigorating potions had almost become their warm-up drinks.
As a result, when they returned to their dormitories, most of them had steam rising from under their hair, as if their hair was on fire.
In the face of the sudden cold wave, not to mention the weaker young wizards, even adults could easily catch a cold if they were not careful or stayed up for several consecutive nights, for example...
At this moment, not far from Ailiana and Lemei, on the other side of the academy city.
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Hogwarts Academy City E District, Magical Energy Research Center.
"Achhoo—"
Quirinus Quirrell sneezed heavily, looking somewhat sickly.
Having lost his magical protection, his body had become much weaker than before. More importantly, as an extremely rare and special case, Professor Quirrell could not directly drink the invigorating potions provided by the Hogwarts hospital wing.
Of course, this was not Madam Pomfrey deliberately making things difficult for him; it was just that Mr. Filch happened to have a cold as well.
As everyone knows, in medical research, clinical controlled trials are the most important part.
Squibs are intermediate transitional constitutions between wizards and Muggles, and their most obvious characteristic is that they can sense the existence of magic, which means that they are the most ideal clinical control group for potions and medicines.
Obviously, Quirrell, as a new member of "sCp," was assigned to the "drug treatment" group.
"Here, Professor Quirrell, time to take your medicine."
Arhipovna handed over a cup of steaming granules, noting the medication status on the record board, while curiously looking at the sickly Quirrell, as if she had discovered something interesting.
"I didn't expect you wizards to get sick too. I thought you could recover with a wave of your wand..."
"Wizards are also human beings, and magic is not some wish-fulfilling prayer."
Quirrell frowned, finished the bitter brown liquid in one gulp, and said helplessly.
"But if it were an invigorating potion, I might have recovered already. Compared to potions, the potions you Muggles make are too weak. Frankly speaking, I really don't know what the point of suffering this is."
According to the text written on the Muggle instructions, he would have to continue taking this potion for two more days to completely eradicate the cold.
Until then, as a "control group," Quirrell had to undergo a physical examination once a day. If it weren't for the overwhelming despair of the three Demon Kings joining forces and the hope of restoring his own magic, he might have exploded and quit long ago.
"Because ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are not wizards, Quirinus—"
Not far away, Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, his turquoise wizard robes fluttering behind him.
"Whether it's from the formulation process or the perspective of universality, today's potions are obviously not as convenient to use in the field of treatment. If you leave Hogwarts, it will take a lot of effort to get an invigorating potion."
"The work has just started today, you seem to be here a little early?"
Arhipovna folded her arms across her chest, frowning slightly, she knew exactly what that meant.
In the academy city, any accident that occurs during non-scheduled time periods mostly has only one explanation - due to certain unspeakable secrets, these wizards are temporarily transferred to another project.
"This is the third time this month, is magical energy research still your core project?!"
A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on the face of the female researcher from the Landau Institute.
"Sorry, sorry, this time is especially important... This time it's a breakthrough in alchemy and the technology from the Mendeleev Institute."
Lockhart explained helplessly, hooking Quirrell's shoulder with one arm, and said excitedly.
"Quirinus, you will definitely like this news, Professor Slughorn's new type of potion has been successfully brewed. He combined the knowledge provided by the Mendeleev Institute, using non-magical theories as the framework, and optimized a semi-industrialized potion formula."
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