when harry potter met league of legends

It's noon again.

Allen's head hurt from reading the data and researching, and he began to work while humming a tuneless tune.

Although the actual conditions are limited, he can't hold back the large amount of spices in his pocket - the processed venison sent this morning was marinated with the spices and the salt that has been cleaned again by magic, and then poured into the intestines that have been cleaned and processed again.

It has been boiling in it for half a morning and is currently being fed on low heat. It is probably very popular when it is served. The smoked fish last night was cut cold and served with some lemon. I think no one will refuse it, especially with some adjustments.

The seasoning is even more perfect.

Next to the white bread baked with fine flour is Allen's homemade jam. On the right is a single piece of folded vegetable that has just been produced and is simply washed. In front of them is a huge plate filled with potatoes and seasonings.

A turkey is steaming hot waiting to be cut open with a table knife. Next to the slightly fat turkey, there are several plates, puddings, roasted pork chops, and honey-cooked and cold dishes.

The yellow peach lay there quietly, waiting for someone to eat it.

There were also several dishes that Hermione didn't recognize - which made Hermione, who had stretched herself after a whole morning of copying work, couldn't help but let out a small exclamation when she came out.

The usual dishes were not bad, but it was the first time for them to have such sumptuous dishes as today. This made her look at Allen who was making soup over there, trying to see what was wrong - ok

Why did you suddenly add extra meals?

However, she didn't find anything strange, so she just walked in front of Allen and asked casually while smelling the fragrant soup: "Why, did something happy happen? Why did you suddenly do such a thing?"

A sumptuous meal?”

Allen added onions to the soup and responded with a smile: "Of course - I feel that I have researched the information almost enough. If nothing else happens, we should be able to enjoy the house elves at Hogwarts tomorrow.

I’ve already cooked the food, but I’m fed up with this place that lacks all spices!”

With the addition of onions, the soup suddenly gained a faint sweetness, and Allen began to use magic to process it - this allowed the soup, which originally took a long time to simmer, to take shape quickly and add a unique flavor.

The flavor comes.

After he finished doing this, he was greeted with a hug - after rubbing Hermione's head to make her already messy hair even more messy, Allen squinted his eyes and began to control the soup on the table.

Let go.

Although I really want to do something else, I think it's time to come here to make a living, and it's better not to teach the children bad things.

While thinking this, Allen calculated the time - judging from the opponent's accurate meal time, the enemy had about thirty seconds to reach the battlefield.

If nothing else goes wrong, they can leave quietly tonight. This meal can almost be regarded as a farewell banquet. However, in order to prevent the little guy from finding something wrong, Allen decided to advance the feast and have another meal in the evening.

The meal was left quietly to save time.

During this time, he also collected a lot of rare or considered extinct magic potions. Although these things cannot be cultivated quickly because they are magic plants, I believe that after a period of research, some of them can be solved, especially those finished plants.

It's even more precious - whether you take it home for your own use or give it to your professor as a gift, it's a great thing.

As for those transcribed spells, they are even more precious. Although they have to be tested many times after taking them back, and even if they are checked again, they will probably find a bunch of useless things, it still does not affect their value.

Thinking about the gains of this return, Allen found that several minutes had passed unknowingly. Hermione's stomach, which had been hungry for a long time, even made a slight noise, making her blush suddenly, but Allen quickly controlled it.

Then he made a louder noise, so the two looked at each other and started laughing. Then Allen handed over a small portion of bread, making the dish look like no one had touched it, and motioned to Hermione that she could eat some first.

——They have become accustomed to waiting for Artoria to eat their meals these days, and they are too embarrassed to eat alone first.

"Strange - what's the situation? What happened to her?" Allen touched his chin and said softly.

"I don't know, this is the royal capital, and she still has the sword on her body, how could something go wrong?" Hermione ate the bread in small bites, with a questioning look on her face.

Under the protection of Arturia and the Sword in the Stone, assassination and other assassinations will not have any effect at all, and even if the enemy invades, it is impossible to directly attack the royal capital - even if they attack, how could they not come?

Come to Allen and the others for help?

Just as they were talking, the door to the outside was suddenly pushed open, and the person they were discussing walked in. Even after seeing a table of delicious food, his face was still solemn and there was no hint of joy. This made the person who was planning to say hello come in.

Hermione, who came to eat, stopped what she was doing.

"What happened? Don't worry, it will get better. Speak slowly." Allen stood up with a relaxed tone - this came from his confidence in himself.

After getting such a huge harvest, he always felt like he had lied to someone else's little girl, and always wanted to make some compensation. If he could help her before leaving, it would be the best for Allen.

Nothing more.

At this moment, the face covered by the magic ornaments can clearly be seen, and the eyebrows are almost frozen - obviously its owner's worries at the moment cannot be easily solved.

Next, with a grimace, he said something that Allen almost didn't want to hear and was least able to do anything about.

"Teacher, something happened in a village on the border. Someone reported that there was a plague there..."

The words were spoken slowly, but the matter was urgent.

Arturia didn't even think about eating at the moment. She just came to inform the teacher and try to ask for help, but she obviously had no hope - especially when Ellen was stunned for a moment.

After a polite and hurried farewell, Arturia hurriedly left with her servants. She was going back to hold a meeting, firstly to inform Allen personally, and secondly to prepare Allen - of course, at this moment

, the expectation that Allen could solve it all at once was extinguished at this moment.

After she left in a hurry, Allen looked at Hermione. After she said this, Allen saw a trace of surprise on Hermione's face, but she didn't say anything. Instead, her expression changed.

He was solemn and silent.

"What's wrong, Hermione, I just noticed that you seem to want to say something. Is there anything you can't say?" Allen sat down, looking distressed - he estimated that he couldn't be of much help this time.

A wry smile appeared on Hermione's lips: "Alan, do you know St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies?"

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

Seeming to see Allen's confusion, Hermione added: "Well, Allen, do you know about the Whip of God?"

Um? Is it Genghis Khan and the others? Or the Huns who were driven away from their homeland by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty?

Seeing that Allen still looked confused, Hermione suddenly remembered Allen's History of Magic results. She rolled her eyes at Allen and explained directly.

"The so-called scourge of God is the Black Death - a disease that has ravaged the entire Europe. Even many wizards have fallen to this strange disease."

What else is there? Allen was a little dumbfounded - this is the disadvantage of not listening to the history of magic.

"At that time, Hogwarts and a large wave of white wizards were trying to save mankind from this damn disease, but even the most precious potions could not cure this disease - the Black Death was

Like werewolf disease, it is known as an impossible disease in the magical world."

Hermione slowly told this history, and Alan behaved like a student - although he didn't understand what this was related to, he just listened responsibly.

"In 1665, a great plague broke out in London - yes, it was caused by the Black Death, a disease that struck the entire Europe. The plague struck the entire city of London. Every street, every hour, there were people walking

The person fell directly to the ground, was carried out on simple wooden boards, and was buried deeply."

"It even attacked every wizard's building such as the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, etc. A large number of wizards were infected with this strange plague and died. This is the time when wizards die the most - even if most of them

Wizards don't like to wander around very much, but there are still a large number of wizards who have fallen forever."

"Precious potions, superb spells, and mysterious wands were used in various ways at that time. Some people even dug up ancient black witchcraft, but none of them had any effect. It was not until later that St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies

When the founder Mungo Bohan appeared, wizards stopped this mysterious disease and cured it for the first time - of course, the material was too precious and Muggles couldn't be helped." Hermione finally said.

I added this sentence.

"The spell that was used to ward off the plague was the spell that was later uniformly learned by all schools and widely spread in the wizarding world - the Bubble Curse." Hermione calmed down her emotions, and then spoke out the answer.

That's right - the Bubble Curse cuts off the air, making it difficult for the Black Death to spread, and indeed makes 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 later became the largest hospital in the wizarding world, St. Mungo's.

Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies."

Hermione paused and turned the topic to the most important thing.

"That was the Black Death, not the plague in front of me - I checked my memory and found that the biggest plague so far was the Plague of Justinian that led to the split of the Byzantine Empire - it led to the revival of ancient Rome and died in infancy

among them, but as far as I know, it did not hit England.

This is not the most important thing. What is important is that I don’t know what type of plague this is, how it is spread, and whether the Bubble Curse can stop it like the Black Death, or even for this kind of plague.

We have no idea how to cure this disease."

She stared at Allen with firm eyes.

"If you have to go, Alan, then take me with you - everyone uses the head soaking spell, eats the same food, drinks the same water source, if nothing happens, everything will be fine, if -" the second half of the sentence

She didn't say it, but her eyes said it all.

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

Although he felt a little warm inside, he really wanted to call this girl a stupid girl.

Sure enough, even the dentist's child didn't do well in the hygiene class until he was eleven years old - why didn't she know how the plague spread? She was so cute! He was definitely going to help.

Yes, but how could you not pay attention to protection?

You can definitely bring your own food and other items! Besides, according to his current physique - plague?

He couldn't catch a cold even if he ran out in the cold wind wearing underwear and broke into a sweat. What does the plague have to do with him...

Take ten thousand steps back, even if you are really unfortunate enough to be tricked, Soraka's inheritance is not for nothing - the saying that it eliminates all negative states is not bragging.

The reason why he looked ugly was not because of the protection from the plague, but because he had no way to save people in every village, and potions were not feasible due to their high cost - even in the later Hogwarts,

When faced with the matter of petrification, one has to be patient to obtain the maturity of the mandrake instead of being able to bring out off-the-shelf products, which shows the value of the precious potion.

As for prescribing like a doctor - sorry, Alan is not as knowledgeable as Hermione in this regard...

Therefore, the problem now is not self-protection, but how to prescribe it - there has been no plague in history, could it be that a wizard stopped the plague in England?

He touched his chin with one hand while thinking about it, and with the other hand he was blocking the attack of Hermione who was being teased for making up her mind, and suddenly a question came to his mind.

"By the way, the plague at that time didn't affect magical creatures or anything like that?"

Hermione calmed down, thought about it carefully, and answered uncertainly:

"It seems that there is, but it is far less famous than Mungo Bohan - because it only killed the spread and variants of the plague, but could not cure the plague, so the contributions of those wizards are not recorded much, but it seems that there is a book

It was indeed mentioned that a wizard was cured free of charge by Mungo Bohan under such circumstances, not only from the plague, but also from his wounds.”

...

Therefore, those who run errands will never be as famous as those who come from above.

But this has nothing to do with Allen - it's still a thousand years from now, and I don't know how long it has been since then.

There is no information at the moment - but it is probably not the plague that Merlin got rid of, otherwise there must be records. It's that simple, I have a big hand this time, just stabilize the morale of the army in the past.

In a good mood, Allen nodded with satisfaction, and then let out a lamentation - the rice is cold!!! (To be continued)