Harry Potter's Dharma

"Aren't there people stopping customers outside? How did you get in?"

Mr. Granger couldn't help but ask as soon as he let Zheng Fan in.

"I walked in like normal," Zheng Fan said casually.

Hermione was happy to see Zheng Fan, but he still felt a little helpless. "A confusion spell?

Or a coma spell?

The school said that we can't use magic during the summer holidays.

"Why would I use magic on a Muggle?

I'm a good person, "Zheng Fan said with a smile.

Zheng Fan smiled and said, "There are indeed two people across the street. As long as there are guests, they will block them with a dignified face and not say a word. But that's just a bluff. Do they dare to beat people up in London?

As long as you insist on walking over, they won't dare to do anything. "

Hermione smiled. "You're brave enough to walk in under the threat of two grown men," Hermione said with a smile.

"Of course, I'm you … Ahem, I'm Zheng Fan." Zheng Fan suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly changed his words.

Mr. Granger didn't notice Zheng Fan's subtle words. He was still thinking about his own business. "Zheng, I … I don't think it's safe here. If you …"

"I'm fine, Mr. Granger. You do what you need to do. I'll talk to Hermione," Zheng Fan said.

Mr. Granger nodded. He was going to contact the neighbors to resist. As long as they all insisted on not selling, the Moore family would not be able to do anything about it. If this matter got out of hand, it would no longer be a local issue!

Mrs. Granger prepared some juice for Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan told Hermione about his trip to France. Hermione was surprised to hear that Zheng Fan had helped the elves solve the enchantment that had troubled the elves. Hermione was very curious.

As they talked, Mr. Granger came back with a dejected look on his face.

"Dear?" Mrs. Granger asked, a little worried.

"It's terrible …" Mr. Granger sighed. "Because the Moore family gave them enough money, many people are preparing to move away, especially those whose business is not doing well. Like Old Jackson's family, they were planning to sell their shop, but now the people on the street are not united."

Hearing this, Mrs. Granger was a little depressed, but she felt more helpless. Capitalist countries sounded very high-class, but just like their name, they operated for the sake of the rich. For a small clinic like theirs, there was nothing they could do when they encountered such a situation.

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

Hermione looked at him. She was a little worried that Zheng Fan would get angry. After all, when they were at Hogwarts, Zheng Fan was someone who dared to challenge the entire academy's leadership. He didn't care about the rules. If those Muggles outside really pissed him off, Hermione couldn't guarantee that Zheng Fan wouldn't use magic.

Noticing Hermione's expression, Zheng Fan looked at her in amusement. "What are you thinking?

Are you afraid that I'll do something? "

"Yes."

Hermione admitted it without hesitation. "You have a high potential for violence."

Zheng Fan immediately expressed that he was hurt and needed Hermione's kiss to recover. Hermione was embarrassed and scared, and she was afraid that her parents would notice something.

While the Grangers were busy with their own business, Zheng Fan borrowed Hermione's phone. Mobile phones weren't fully popularized yet, and it wasn't as convenient as it was in the 21st century.

After making the call, Zheng Fan looked satisfied. Hermione didn't know what Zheng Fan was planning, but since it was Zheng Fan's doing, she didn't have anything to worry about. In the past year, when had Zheng Fan ever been taken advantage of by others?

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. Zheng Fan patted Hermione's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it's okay.

He walked to the door.

Looking at Zheng Fan's back, Hermione smiled.

Although he was just a 12-year-old boy, he made her feel like she was looking at a wide wall that could block out all the wind and rain.

Mr. Granger was arguing with someone at the door. A patient who wanted to see a doctor was stopped. This was one of Mr. Granger's regular customers, and he would come for dental care every three months. Mr. Granger could tolerate it if he stopped a regular customer, but if he didn't come out after stopping a regular customer, he wouldn't be able to tolerate it.

"What the hell do you want?

This is London!

Not your family's garden!

Damn it!

I'm going to call the police and put you all in jail! "Mr. Granger shouted.

"Oh, sir, I'm afraid it's useless for you to tell us this. Not to mention that no one will come after you call the police. Even if the police really don't know anything and arrest us, we will be out in less than two hours. It's better than standing here and guarding your shop." One of the men of the Moore family who blocked the way sneered.

The two of them were not the only ones who were causing trouble on this street. There were people blocking the customers on the other side of the street. Most people were angry, but they did not dare to say anything. Only Mr. Granger dared to stand up for them.

Mr. Granger knew he was right, but he couldn't help but be angry. Just when he was about to say something, a car suddenly stopped not far away.

Seeing the car, Mr. Granger couldn't help but marvel at the car's design.

Red paint, a conspicuous long nose, and a small driver's cab. Anyone who was interested in cars would recognize this epoch-making car!

"Dodge Viper … F * ck, I can't believe I saw this car in London. God …"

The arrival of the Dodge Viper attracted many people's attention, but the person who came down made Mr. Granger's gaze turn from surprise to anger.

"Ritter Moore!

What the hell do you want?! "

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I was still stuck in the article, but the sudden ban caught me off guard … In order to keep the ban, I have to work hard to update it.