It's noon again.

Allen, whose head hurts from reading the data research, began to get busy while humming a minor tune that was not a song.

Although the actual conditions are limited, there are many spices in his pocket-the processed venison sent this morning is marinated with spices and the salt that has been cleaned again by magic, and it has been boiled in the newly cleaned intestines for half a morning, and it is currently fed over a low fire, and it is estimated that it is very popular when it is served. Last night's smoked fish was cold-cut and served with some lemon, and I don't think anyone would say no to it, especially with some tweaked seasonings.

The white bread baked from the fine flour is next to Allen's homemade jam, and on the right is the vegetables that have just been spawned and folded in a single slice that has just been cleaned, and in front of them is a huge plate filled with potatoes and seasonings, and a turkey is steaming hot waiting for a knife to cut it, and on several plates next to this slightly fat turkey, pudding, roasted pork chops, and yellow peaches boiled and cooled with honey lie there quietly, waiting for someone to eat.

There were also a few dishes that Hermione didn't recognize—something that made Hermione, who had stretched out after a long morning of copying, let out a small exclamation when she came out.

The usual dishes are not bad, but it is the first time that such a sumptuous dish like today is the first time, which makes her can't help but look at Alan who is boiling soup over there, trying to see what is wrong - why did you suddenly add food?

However, she didn't notice anything unusual, so she simply approached Alan, and while smelling the fragrant soup, she casually asked, "What, what's going on, why did you suddenly make such a hearty meal?"

Alan smiled as he added onions to the soup, "Of course - I feel like I'm pretty much done researching the data, if nothing else, we should be able to enjoy the house-elves at Hogwarts tomorrow, I'm fed up with this lack of spices!"

With the addition of onions, the soup suddenly had a faint sweetness, and Alan began to use magic to deal with it - this would make the soup that would have been boiling for a long time quickly take shape and add a unique flavor.

When he had done that, he was greeted with a hug - after rubbing Hermione's head to make more of a mess with her already messy hair, Alan squinted and began to put the soup on the table.

Although I really want to do something else, I should come over after calculating the time to eat, and I still don't want to teach bad children.

While thinking like this, Alan calculated the time - according to the accurate time of the other party's meal, the enemy army still has thirty seconds to reach the battlefield.

If nothing else, they can leave quietly tonight, this meal can almost be regarded as a farewell banquet, but in order to prevent the little guy from finding out that something is wrong, Alan decided to advance the feast, and another meal in the evening is quietly gone, so as to save time.

During this time, he also collected a lot of rare or thought extinct potions, although these things can't be cultivated quickly because they are magic vegetation, but I believe that after a period of research, some of them can always be solved, especially those finished vegetation is estimated to be more precious - whether it is brought back for his own use or given to his own professor as a gift, it is quite a good existence.

As for those transcribed spells, they are even more precious, although they will have to be tested many times after bringing them back, and even if they are checked again, they will find a bunch of useless things, but they still do not affect the value.

Thinking about the harvest of this return, Alan found that time had passed unconsciously, and Hermione, who had been hungry for a long time, even made a slight noise in her stomach, which made her blush all of a sudden, but Alan quickly controlled herself to make a louder sound, so the two looked at each other and began to laugh, and then Alan handed over a small portion of bread, making the dish look like no one had touched it, and motioned for Hermione to eat some first - they were used to waiting for Artoria to eat these days, and they were too embarrassed to eat alone.

"Strange - what's going on, what's going on with her?" said Allen, touching his chin and speaking softly.

"I don't know, this is the royal capital, she still has that sword on her body, how can something go wrong?" Hermione took a small bite of bread, and her face also took a look of doubt.

Assassination or something will not have any effect at all under the protection of Artoria and the protection of the sword in the stone, and even if the enemy invades, it is impossible to directly hit the royal capital - even if it does, how can it not come to Alan and ask them for help?

At the moment when they were talking, the door of the outer room was suddenly pushed open, and the person they were discussing walked in, even if they saw a table of food, their faces were still solemn and could not see the slightest joy, which made Hermione, who was about to invite her to dinner, stop her movements.

"What's wrong? Don't worry, it's going to get better, you say slowly. Alan stood up, his tone relaxed - it came from the confidence he had in himself.

After getting such a huge harvest, he always felt like he had cheated on someone else's little girl, and he always wanted to do something to make amends, and it would be the best thing for Alan to help her before leaving.

At this moment, the face that was hidden by the magic trinket could be clearly seen, and the eyebrows were almost frozen - it was obvious that the worries of its owner at the moment were not easy to solve.

Next, he said with a bitter face something that Eren almost didn't want to hear and couldn't do anything about.

"Teacher, something happened in a village on the border, and someone reported that there was a plague over there... ”

The words are said one after another, but the matter is urgent.

Artoria didn't even have the heart to eat at the moment, she had only come to inform the teacher and try to ask for help, but she was clearly not hopeful - especially if Alan was stunned.

After a polite and hurried resignation, Artoria hastily departed with her servants, and she was to return to the meeting, first to inform Alan personally, and secondly, to prepare Alan - of course, at this moment, the expectation that Alan would solve it at once was now extinguished.

After she hurried away, Alan looked at Hermione - after saying this, Alan saw a hint of surprise on Hermione's face, but she didn't say anything, but didn't say a word.

"What's the matter, Hermione, I just noticed that you seem to want to say something, what can't you say?" Alan sat down, looking distressed—he didn't think he could help much this time.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Hermione's mouth, "Alan, do you know about St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries?"

Of course I know - the largest hospital in the British wizarding world, if it weren't for Allen's intervention, Lockhart would have been admitted at the moment, but what does this have to do with the plague?

As if seeing Allen's confusion, Hermione opened her mouth and added, "Then Ellen, do you know the whip of God?"

Eh, is it Genghis Khan, or are they the Xiongnu who were beaten by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and left their homeland?

Seeing that Eren was still confused, Hermione suddenly remembered Allen's achievements in the history of magic, she gave Eren a blank look, and explained directly.

"The so-called whip of God is the Black Death, a disease that has ravaged all of Europe, and many wizards have fallen before this strange disease. ”

And what's going on? Alan was a little stunned - that's the bad thing about not listening to the history of magic.

"Hogwarts and a whole host of White wizards tried to save humanity from this damned disease, but no amount of precious potions could cure it - the Black Death was like a werewolf disease, known in the wizarding world as an impossible disease. ”

Hermione slowly recounted the history, and Alan behaved like a student - he hadn't figured out what it had to do yet, but he was in charge of listening.

"In 1665, a great plague broke out in the interior of London—yes, the Black Death, which struck all of Europe, and the plague struck the whole city of London, and every street, every hour, there were walking people who fell directly to the ground, and then were carried out by rudimentary planks and buried deeply. ”

"It even attacked the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Tumbledown Alley, and every wizard's building, and a large number of wizards contracted this strange plague and died, which was the time when wizards died the most - even if most wizards didn't like to hang out very much, there were still a large number of wizards who fell forever. ”

"Precious potions, superb spells, mysterious wands were used in various ways at the time, and some even turned up ancient black magic, but it had no effect, and it was not until the founder of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries appeared, that wizards stopped this mysterious disease and cured them for the first time - of course, the materials were too precious for Muggles to be helped. Hermione added at the end.

"The spell that was used to ward off the plague was the Bubble Head Charm, which was later studied by various schools and widely spread in the wizarding world. Hermione gathered her emotions and gave the answer.

Yes - the Bubble Head Charm kept out the air, making it difficult for the Black Death to spread, and it did make wizards much safer.

Because of the invention of the Bubble Charm and the use of precious potions to cure the Black Death, Mungo Bohan was named a saint, and the hospital he founded became the largest hospital in the wizarding world, the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. ”

Hermione paused, turning the conversation back to the most important thing.

"It was the Black Death, not the plague that was in front of me—I checked my memory and found that the greatest plague ever since was the plague of Justinian, which led to the fragmentation of the Byzantine Empire—which caused the revival of ancient Rome to die in infancy, but as far as I know, it did not hit England.

This is not the most important thing, but the important thing is that I don't know what type of plague it is, how it spreads, whether the Bubble Head Charm can stop it like the Black Death, and even how to cure it, we have nothing to do. ”

She stared at Allen, her eyes determined.

"If you have to go, Alan, then take me with you—everyone uses the Bubble Head Charm, eats the same food, drinks the same water, and if it's okay, it's all right, if—" She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but her eyes said it all.

Alan pressed his hand directly on her head and rubbed her head vigorously.

Although his heart was a little warm, he really wanted to scold this girl for being a stupid girl.

Sure enough, even the dentist's child was not so good in this hygiene class until he was eleven years old—how could she not know how the plague spread, it was so stupid and cute! He would definitely help him, but how could he not pay attention to protection?

You can bring your own food and drink!Besides, according to his current constitution - the plague?

He just can't catch a cold when he sweats in the cold wind in his underwear.,What does the plague have to do with him.。。。

Ten thousand steps back, even if you are really unlucky, the inheritance of Soraka is not for eating-the phrase eliminating all negative states is not bragging.

The reason why his face was ugly was not because he was afraid of the plague, but because he had no way to save people from village to village, and potions were not feasible because of their high cost - Rao was later Hogwarts, and when facing petrification, he had to be patient with the maturity of the mandrake rather than being able to call up the goods, which showed the value of precious potions.

As for prescribing like a doctor - sorry, Alan isn't as knowledgeable as Hermione...

So, the question now is not self-protection, but how to prescribe a prescription - anyway, there was no plague in history, could there be a wizard in England to stop the plague?

He touched his chin with one hand and thought about blocking Hermione's attack with the other hand as he was teased for making up his mind, and suddenly a question came to mind.

"By the way, the plague didn't affect magical creatures or anything?"

Hermione quieted down, thought about it carefully, and replied uncertainly:

"It seems that there is, but it is far less famous than Mungo Bohan - because it only kills the spread and mutation of the plague, and does not cure the plague, so the contributions of those wizards are not much recorded, but it seems that there is a book that does mention that a wizard was cured by Mungo Bohan for free in this situation, not only the plague, but also the wounds on his body. ”

。。。

Therefore, the errand runners are never as famous as the ones above.

But it's none of Alan's business - it's still a thousand years from now, and I don't know how long it has been since I came.

There's no information at the moment - but it's probably not the plague that Merlin got rid of, otherwise there must be a record. It's so simple, this time there are thighs, and it's good to stabilize the morale of the army in the past.

In a good mood, Alan nodded with satisfaction, and then let out a sad cry - the meal was cold!!