Nonhuman Evolution Guide

In the thin morning mist, some loose old floor tiles made a slight sound, and Zhang Lin quietly appeared on the platform of Hogwarts holding the eggs.The crimson locomotive next to it lay quietly on the rails, without rising steam or loud whistle, presumably this should not be the day when school returns or the holiday begins.

It's normal, there are only two days in a year, and the probability of Zhang Lin encountering those two days is so small that it can be ignored.

Now Zhang Lin has a little experience in traveling between parallel universes.Different worlds squeeze and collide in high dimensions, and the flow of time is unpredictable.As the last time he had passed through the world of Harry Potter, Dumbledore hadn't even had time to put down his wand.

And this time, he didn't know what time it was.

Obviously, Zhang Lin chose the "Harry Potter" world he had been to instead of other parallel universes.Since the princes are going to invade this world, of course his problem must be solved here.

He's also more than willing to cause someone a little trouble if time permits.He hadn't forgotten that at his worst, someone was going to throw him in the Forbidden Forest to let the professors clean up the mess.

Zhang Lin looked around.

Hogwarts Castle is far away from human habitation, even if he doesn't feel tired, walking back on foot is still a big project, even if he returns to the original shape of the alien.And the point was, even if he walked back, wizards were so good at hiding, he still wouldn't know where to find the giant.

Zhang Lin sighed, and touched the outer wall of the eggs sadly.The facehugger responded happily, completely unaware that he was about to turn into an ugly puffed person.

Zhang Lin did a little psychological construction for himself, trying to forget that this is his child, and treat Al as his clone.Too bad the clone won't have someone else's genes - or the Big Blue Bottle really made things even worse.

Zhang Lin held up the eggs to the sunlight, and he could see the worms inside curled up into a ball, with their long tails circling around the body.

The facehugger was always waiting for the moment when Zhang Lin allowed it to parasitize, so it never hibernated.Through the translucent mucus, Zhang Lin could see that the body of the worm wrapped around its tail was slightly expanding and contracting, which meant that the facehugger was breathing.

Zhang Lin looked at the ugly gray-brown markings on the surface of the worm.

His little girl could have been beautiful and smart--if he hadn't planned to find a giant as a parasite.

Zhang Lin sighed again, and walked straight to the castle with the eggs in his arms.Since he can see, there is no need to hide.He is here to save the world, not to destroy it.

It's been a surprisingly smooth journey—of course it may be because he hasn't run into some strange administrators.He flipped over the gate lightly, landed on the ground, then walked straight up the steps, walked through the hall, and went straight to the eighth floor.From time to time along the way, students stared at him curiously and whispered why he didn't wear a school uniform.

Zhang Lin smiled back.

The little wizards immediately smiled awkwardly, and then quickly left with their companions in a despondent manner.

But when he was in front of the stone statue at the door of the principal's office, Zhang Lin didn't know how to continue.But he was not in a hurry, he knew that someone would always notice his presence.Judging from what he had heard along the way, the time here was probably far from the last time he was here, at least not in the 50s.

Then this principal who is recognized as the greatest and wisest should not make him wait too long.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the stone statue jumped away to the sides, and someone was standing on the spiral stone staircase, and was slowly sent down by the spiral descending steps.Finally, the tall, thin old man stepped down, his blue eyes looking at him from behind half-moon glasses.

"Long time no see, Mr. Principal." Zhang Lin said.

Dumbledore looked a little surprised, "I don't think I remember seeing you, sir."

"Then you may need to recall it carefully." Zhang Lin said, "Maybe it was a very long time ago, such as... decades ago."

Dumbledore frowned slightly at first, and looked at Zhang Lin with sharp eyes from behind the lens. Slowly, the surprise on his face deepened, "You don't seem to have changed much, although my memory may not be so clear. Yes. To be honest, such a situation is not particularly unusual, but if it is someone I have not heard of-then maybe it is extremely unusual."

Zhang Lin smiled slightly.Dumbledore's memory is obviously not as bad as he said, because Zhang Lin's face actually only appeared in front of Dumbledore for a few tens of seconds.Perhaps from Dumbledore's point of view, he had just witnessed the alien disappear before his eyes, and suddenly saw Zhang Lin appearing wet from the air. This series of strange events might deepen his memory, but It is also difficult for ordinary people to remember so clearly, especially after decades of baptism.

But now Zhang Lin's perception of geniuses is already very numb, and it's hard to reproduce any kind of onlooker mentality towards strange works.

"My name is Zhang." Zhang Lin patted the egg that was a little restless, and said to Dumbledore, "If you don't mind, can we go up and talk?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but frowned and looked at the eggs in Zhang Lin's hand, "I'm sorry..."

Zhang Lin shrugged, "Yes, it is very dangerous."

Hearing Zhang Lin admit this so readily, Dumbledore seemed a little surprised.The principal stared at Zhang Lin for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Then I don't think you want to kill me, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Lin followed Dumbledore up the stone spiral staircase.For a moment, he had a little evil thought about the headmaster-of course it was quickly dismissed.

In the round headmaster's room, they sat down at the table with slender legs, and Dumbledore looked at Zhang Lin again. "With all due respect...you don't seem wary of me, I mean, you seem to know me very well."

"I do know a lot of stories about you, Mr. Dumbledore, but I can't say I know them very well." Zhang Lin smiled, "Who can claim to know you well?"

Dumbledore didn't smile, his eyes were on the silverware on the table, but then moved away quickly. "So, can we talk about your reason for coming, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Lin stood up.

Dumbledore moved a little in his chair, but did not reach for his wand.It's clear that while he's always on guard, he'd prefer the conversation to proceed politely.

"Before that, I think you should know more about my background. I have to say, I remember that you should have some prejudice against me-because unfortunately, the robot lady who had contact with you a long time ago , she doesn't really know me."

Dumbledore seemed to realize something immediately, his hands pressed on the table, and his slender fingers seemed to be a little hard.To be honest, Zhang Lin felt that he had accomplished something very remarkable for being able to make Mr. Principal show such a nervous expression.

"Wait," Dumbledore said, looking at Zhang Lin, "I thought... would you mind if I took out my wand? Or would you... I mean, lose control?"

Zhang Lin guessed something, maybe Dumbledore connected him with werewolves or something.He shook his head, "It's okay, go ahead—but I'm sober, always, always."

Dumbledore's expression became a little embarrassed, as if he remembered the time decades ago. If Zhang Lin had already possessed a rational mind at that time, then the things at that time were obviously unnecessary-of course, this was not the case. It wasn't Dumbledore's fault, or even Call's fault, no one knew that Zhang Lin's monster shell contained a soul that desperately wanted to communicate.

Thinking of the bitterness back then, Zhang Lin also felt a ball of sadness.

Zhang Lin closed his eyes, and an indescribable field force slowly spread outward from the center of his brows, every cell seemed to be summoned.

Dumbledore looked at Zhang Lin solemnly.

After going through several changes, Zhang Lin is already quite familiar with this feeling. He quickly adapted to the change of perspective, wrapped the eggs with his bone tail, bent slightly, and stood in the center of the office with the long and narrow The head turned to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore suddenly withdrew his wand, "I think I've figured it out... almost, you can change back."

The monster nodded slowly, and then the silicified shell faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, Zhang Lin stood on the floor again, and there was a small pool of transparent liquid under his feet, slowly spreading outward.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the ground became as clean as ever.

"I don't know what you call yourself," said Dumbledore, "but from my point of view, I'm more inclined to call you 'the one who lives in the Animagus.'"

Zhang Lin lowered his head and stared at the dry ground, then turned his eyes to the wand in Dumbledore's hand, thoughtfully. "No... I'd rather, call you—I mean wizards 'evolving humans.'"

Dumbledore showed a little questioning look.

"Magic...seems very interesting. From a certain point of view, we are very similar." Zhang Lin said slowly, "I call that kind of force a field, or in the eyes of scientists, they like to distribute it in space. The power in magic is described in the form of fields. If a friend of mine sees you, Mr. Dumbledore, he will be very willing to discuss this field of magic with you."

"Science..." Dumbledore repeated the word slowly, "the last time I heard it, it shocked me enough. Mr. Zhang, you mean... maybe the difference between wizards and Muggles The point is, we're Muggles with some sort of development?"

"Evolution." Zhang Lin said, "In other words, your genes are obviously better than theirs, and you are more adaptable to this world. That's why there are often Muggles who suddenly have the abilities of wizards, but wizards have only a few talents." Will look like a Muggle."

"Squibs," said Dumbledore softly.

Zhang Lin didn't answer because he knew that Dumbledore wasn't asking a question.

"The news you bring is all shocking, very enlightening, very enlightening, Mr. Zhang, it is worth a lot of our time." Dumbledore said softly, "However, I still want to know why you came ——Why did you find me, right?”

Zhang Lin sat down again in front of the table with slender legs, looking at those blue eyes that few people would dare to look at each other.

"We've been invaded."