I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 296 Muggle’s PhD in Biology
"I have never underestimated them. Manipulating the corpse after death is like the evil black magic of making the Inferi."

Dumbledore's eyebrows were a little more cautious. He had already sensed the seriousness of the problem from the moment he saw the seal.There is obviously no trace of magic, but it has created something more terrifying than the Inferi. The Inferi is still afraid of fire and bright light.

Ian also fell into brief contemplation at this moment. He didn't know how long this disguise would last, but due to the lack of corresponding data reference, his guess was only blind.

"Professor, where are the three Muggles who were quarantined for treatment?"

"I don't know much about this, but I can help you contact someone who knows about this matter. Just wait for me here for a while."

Ian looked at Dumbledore's leaving figure, and then turned his eyes to the research record. He had an indescribable feeling at the moment, self-blame?Guilt?To name a few.

"If it weren't for me, everything here would have developed according to its original trajectory..."

He didn't know if it was because of his arrival that he positioned the HP world for the fungi, allowing them to take advantage of the loopholes and sneak over.

Ian never planned to tell anyone about this matter from beginning to end, because he couldn't face it calmly.

After about ten minutes.

Dumbledore opened the door, followed by a man in a silver protective suit.

"This is the chief physician of the three Muggles, who is also a doctor in biomedical science, Dr. Glenn Chapman."

For those who are truly knowledgeable, Ian has always shown corresponding respect and stood up to express welcome. After all, the environment here is not suitable for regular social handshakes.

After the greetings, Ian looked at the man in front of him who had wrapped himself up like a rice dumpling and couldn’t even see his expression clearly, and asked straight to the point:
"Dr. Chapman, thank you for coming. I would like to know the specific circumstances of those three victims."

"I know, this is also the purpose of my coming here." Chapman answered simply, but his American accent was so strong that even protective clothing could not cover it.

"Before yesterday, the two infected people were physically dead, but in terms of biological definition, they are still alive, or should be called: them."

Only two died?A glimmer of light flashed in Ian's eyes when he heard this, but he did not interrupt Chapman's words and just nodded to indicate to the other party to continue.

"The last infected person is currently in a stalemate. The fungi in his body reproduce and mutate very quickly, but they are intervened by an unknown energy, preventing these fungi from invading the infected organs and brain."

Having said this, Chapman turned to look at Dumbledore, and then said in a particularly weird tone: "This unknown energy may be the magic you are talking about."

Ian could hear the contempt in the other person's tone, but he ignored it and asked calmly:
"Dr. Chapman, I would like to know your predictions about the fungus, how quickly it mutates, and how it spreads. As far as I know it is now spread only by raw contact."

After Ian finished speaking, for a moment he felt the disappointment of the doctor opposite him, as if he was regretting that he did not have a verbal confrontation with him.

This made him feel very funny. He did not expect that the common problem among literati who relies on their talents and arrogance does not actually distinguish between east and west regions.

"Through observation, they mutate very quickly and seem to be adapting to the world. What puzzles us is that their vitality is obviously almost comparable to that of tardigrades, but they are still mutating and evolving... and sometimes even degenerating. .”

There may have been some sort of agreement, and Chapman was privy to their findings.

"Evolution... degeneration?" Ian pondered these two words carefully. At the same time, he also looked at Principal Dumbledore, but the old principal seemed to be under a petrification spell from the moment he entered the door. He stood there without saying a word. hair.

This made Ian have a vague suspicion in his heart, but he hid it well.

"Dr. Chapman, what about the transmission route? I'm curious whether they will change the transmission route, such as relying on airflow to blow the spores and carry out airborne transmission." "It is very possible that fungi, as one of the oldest living things, they do It’s not surprising that there are any changes, especially at the current rate of evolution and mutation.” Chapman expressed his conjecture.

"Thank you, Dr. Chapman!" Ian stood up to express his gratitude. This is similar to the Eastern way of serving tea to guests, so the meaning should not be too obvious.

Fortunately, Chapman is not a person with low emotional intelligence.

"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. There are still experiments waiting for me." Chapman also stood up and walked towards the door.

However, before stepping out of the door, he deliberately muttered something, as if talking to himself, but the volume was perfectly controlled so that the three people present could hear it clearly: "We have an agreement to share research results. !”

Ian looked at the back of this biological doctor with some amusement, sharing?I didn't even understand the exercises in elementary school, but I was clamoring to learn calculus. It's not funny.

Muggle science develops very quickly, but the essence of the HP world is energy, and wizards are, to put it bluntly, a group of people who control this energy.

Although different paths lead to the same goal, and all roads lead to Rome, the wizard was born in Rome.If Muggles want to share research, they must at least develop science to its extreme and understand the nature of the world.

Ian no longer paid attention to this problem, but turned to look at Dumbledore aside.

"Professor, let's go back. Your absence from the banquet tonight made Professor McGonagall very angry."

"Haha, this is a kind of training for Minerva. I can't be the principal forever. But you are right, I have to go back."

Dumbledore smiled heartily and blinked lightly at Ian with his narrow eyes.

Ian understood. At this moment, the two of them were talking like the principal and students of an ordinary middle school.

After going through the layers of elimination again and passing through the slender passage, the two people left the glass cover in the middle.

"Let's go, we have nothing to do here for the time being." Ian said.

"Fawkes!" Dumbledore called. "Old man, take me back to Hogwarts!"

……

Office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Bang!" After a soft sound, two more figures appeared in the silent office.

Ian sat down on the chair opposite the desk, called the house elf in the kitchen, and brought two cups of hot black tea.

"Professor, let's talk! After all, we can't speak freely over there."

Dumbledore stirred the black tea in the cup with a spoon. After a long moment, he sighed: "I overestimated them."

"Hahaha, no!" Ian smiled and waved his hand. He knew exactly what Dumbledore was talking about.

"Professor, in fact, whether it is day or night, it is the same for the blind, just like truth and lies, there is no difference for the ignorant."

　Chapter 2 will be a little later, I hope you can understand.The writing of these recent chapters has been a bit slow, after all, they are related to future development.Finally, Xiaodi once again thanks everyone for your support~
　　
　
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