Harry Potter's Dharma

The next day, after breakfast, Zheng Fan was suddenly summoned by Dumbledore.

Zheng Fan thought about what he had done recently to deserve Dumbledore's summons. He did not kill anyone, nor did he set up a fire. He was just a good citizen.

If anyone with a conscience heard Zheng Fan's thoughts, they would probably vomit blood.

When Zheng Fan arrived at Dumbledore's office, he realized that Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were also there.

Could it be that Dumbledore and the two old ladies were going to do something shameful and wanted him to come and record it?

Zheng Fan looked at the three people in the room and could not help but speculate maliciously.

Dumbledore did not know what Zheng Fan was thinking. If he knew, he would probably throw a curse at him.

Dumbledore nodded at McGonagall when he saw Zheng Fan. "Minerva, Zheng Fan is here. You can talk to him about the rest of the matter.

McGonagall nodded and said, "Zheng, if you're free in the next half of the day, I hope you can help me clean up the exam room."

"Exam room?" Zheng Fan tilted his head and said, "The exam room for our final exam?"

"Yes. This is supposed to be the work of the Level Leaders, but Slytherin's Level Leader has been replaced by you. That's why I asked you to come." Professor McGonagall nodded and said.

… What the f * ck, that works too? "

Zheng Fan was stunned by her words. Dumbledore laughed and said, "Actually, it's mainly because the professors are more used to working with you. His Majesty wants us to work together for so long before the start of the semester."

Zheng Fan looked at the time. He had been quite free recently. Moreover, Hermione had been focusing on her revision, so he agreed to help.

After a while, Zheng Fan and McGonagall started to clean up the exam room. Zheng Fan was mainly responsible for cleaning up the dust and arranging the tables and chairs. McGonagall followed behind and cast a spell on the tables to prevent the students from cheating.

Zheng Fan waved his wand. Following his movements, the dust on the table and chairs disappeared without a trace. The position was just right. McGonagall's casting speed was also very fast. The two of them finished their work quite quickly.

While pointing at the wand, Zheng Fan suddenly said, "Professor McGonagall, if I secretly leave a trap in the examination room and activate it to cheat during the exam, will you be able to detect it?"

McGonagall smiled. "You can try it now and see if I can find out."

The old lady was very confident, but that was to be expected. She was one of the strongest wizards in the world, and the only person in the entire castle who could defeat her was Dumbledore. Even a wizard as strong as Snape might not be able to win against McGonagall.

Sure enough, Zheng Fan secretly used enchantment to cast a few activation tricks on the table, which were all seen through by McGonagall.

After breaking Zheng Fan's spell a few times, McGonagall looked at Zheng Fan curiously.

"Zheng, your enchantment is quite interesting. Did you learn it before?"

"I haven't specifically studied it, but I've read a few books," Zheng Fan said.

McGonagall shook his head helplessly. "You're the most talented student I've ever seen. If you're willing, I have some research on enchantment. You can come to my office for a chat after the exam."

"Okay, thank you, Professor."

Zheng Fan's eyes lit up. Professor McGonagall's research on enchantment was not necessarily inferior to the Philip family's. It might even be better. This was a rare opportunity.

After everything was sorted out, Zheng Fan followed the teachers back to Dumbledore's office.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Hogwarts has welcomed a peaceful exam," Dumbledore thanked everyone.

Dumbledore looked at everyone and thanked them. "Especially Zheng. As a student, you've done a lot of extra work since the day you came to Hogwarts. If possible, I'll help you apply for a salary next year." Dumbledore chuckled.

Zheng Fan chuckled. If you really want to give me money, you should pay out of your own pocket. What's there to apply for?

Snape ignored Zheng Fan. He had been staring at Quirrell ever since he entered the room. Quirrell looked like a frightened little wife, and kept avoiding Snape's gaze. One of them looked like a sex addict, while the other looked like a whore. Zheng Fan's balls were hurting as he stared at Quirrell.

At the same time, Zheng Fan also noticed the way Dumbledore looked at Quirrell. He was a little disappointed. Dumbledore looked at Quirrell the same way he looked at other people. It was as if he was looking at an ordinary teacher.

Zheng Fan knew that Dumbledore must be very clear about Quirrell's identity. If that was the case, Dumbledore was really a scary person.

He knew that Voldemort was right in front of him, but he was able to hold back and wait for the right time to come. Zheng Fan admitted that it was very difficult for him to be this calm.

However, he didn't like Dumbledore's way of doing things. He was a super wizard who could save the world, but he had to believe in prophecies and place his hopes on a kid. He even did everything he could to make the kid become the savior of the world.

Throughout the movie series, Zheng Fan felt that other than being killed by Voldemort once, Harry Potter was completely useless. If Dumbledore was in Voldemort's shoes, he would have killed Voldemort a hundred times over.

Of course, there were benefits to this. If Dumbledore wasn't so old and indecisive, Zheng Fan wouldn't have been able to live so comfortably.

Soon, it was time for the students to take their final exams. The teachers were also very busy. After listening to Dumbledore's instructions, they all left. Before Zheng Fan left, he quietly took a look at Dumbledore's desk.

There was a long wand on it.

There were a few wooden joints on the wand, which made it look like it had been through a lot.

Zheng Fan's face was expressionless, but he took a deep breath in his heart.

This was the first time he saw this divine weapon after coming to this world for so long.

It was one of the three divine weapons of death, the elder wand!

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Because I've been working overtime at night … you know.

During the lunch break, he didn't eat and quickly wrote a chapter.