Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan looked back and after confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he took down the book and prepared to use Ten Lines at a Glance.

However, when he opened the book, Zheng Fan was stunned.

There was not a single word written on it.

"What the … Wordless Heavenly Book?"

Zheng Fan quickly flipped through the entire book, and in the end, there was not a single word written on it.

After a few seconds, he had a look of realization.

"So that's how it is … No wonder I felt that this book was very special. If I'm not wrong, this is probably Tom Riddle's diary, the soul artifact from the second Harry Potter movie. Interesting. Lucius is also quite amusing. He actually casually threw his master's soul fragment on a cabinet.

Zheng Fan had wronged Lucius. Although Lucius did not know that this was Voldemort's soul artifact, he usually hid it well. Recently, he wanted to use it to harm people, so he left it here …

After understanding what this thing was, Zheng Fan's interest was piqued. He held the diary, took out a pen from the space bag, and began to write on the book.

[Hello, can you see what I wrote?]

After writing this line, Zheng Fan raised the pen and waited for the change.

Sure enough, as he raised the pen, the line of words slowly disappeared from the paper, and new words appeared on the paper.

[No one has been able to discover my secret for a long time. You're amazing.]

Zheng Fan was elated. Tom Liddell was Voldemort's student form before his soul split. He was courteous, had a bright future, and was well-liked by everyone. Now that he looked at him, he was really good at chatting. He didn't say anything but complimented Zheng Fan first.

However, Zheng Fan had to admit that Zheng Fan liked to hear this.

[Are you an elf in a book?]

Zheng Fan continued to chat with him.

[No, I'm just a simple book.]

Tom's nonsense skills were also very good. He was trying his best to put on an attitude of "I'm just an ordinary magic tool. You've really picked up a treasure by picking me up". If someone with average willpower was tricked by him like this, it would be easy for them to develop a sense of superiority, thinking that they had done something extraordinary and received an extraordinary reward. From there, they would fall deeper and deeper.

"Do you have a name?"

[Yes, Tom. My name is Tom. What about you?]

Zheng Fan sneered. This grandson Voldemort was indeed narcissistic. In a situation like this where his real identity might be exposed, he still insisted on using his own name and only covered up his surname …

However, Zheng Fan had no right to mock Voldemort because he wasn't much better than Voldemort.

[My name is Leonardo.]

Zheng Fan calmly wrote down the name of a man who had spent his entire life chasing after an Oscar.

[Good name. It sounds cool.]

Voldemort was indeed good at talking when he was a student. No wonder Jenny Weasley liked talking to him so much in the original novel.

Looking at the words displayed in the diary, Zheng Fan was about to burst into laughter. Yes, this name was very cool, but when one reached middle age, one would become a big-bellied joker …

[You're the first person to praise me like this. I'm so happy.]

Zheng Fan thought for a while and began to role-play with Tom.

Tom had always wanted someone with a weak heart to open the diary, so Zheng Fan couldn't appear too strong. Otherwise, if Tom flipped the table and refused to play, it would be very boring.

Sure enough, when he saw Zheng Fan's words, Tom's reply speed suddenly became faster.

[What's wrong? Do you have a bad relationship with your friends?]

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes. He was thinking about what a young Voldemort would say at this moment. His hands moved quickly. [Yes, those classmates are really idiots. Spells don't work, potions don't work, and fighting skills are a mess. It really hurts to be with them.]

After quickly writing this paragraph, Zheng Fan raised his hand and let the ink disappear on the paper. He waited for Tom's reply.

Sure enough, Tom's reply made Zheng Fan happy.

[If you have any unhappy matters in the future, you can talk to me. Although I'm just a book and can't help you much, I can be a loyal listener.

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Asking for fresh flowers …

Hahahahaha.

Zheng Fan was laughing in her heart. This Tom really knew how to play. He kept emphasizing that he was just an ordinary book in between the lines. Did he like to use such a clumsy method to lower people's vigilance so much?

[Thank you, Tom. You're really a good friend of mine … But I can't talk anymore. My mother is calling me for dinner.]

After casually writing this sentence, Zheng Fan closed the diary with a snap and stuffed it into his space bag.

No matter what Lucius intends to do with this diary, from now on, the diary belongs to me.

Zheng Fan thought as he pulled out his wand. He took out a bag of snacks from the space bag and put it on the cabinet.

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"Let's go."

With a transformation spell, the snacks turned into the diary. After doing all this, Zheng Fan walked to the lounge as if nothing had happened.

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The ball didn't have much to do with Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan also didn't take this ball seriously. After getting the unexpected reward, he returned to London.

When he arrived in London, Zheng Fan first went to Gringotts. Previously, he asked Bells to help him find Muggle's support team. The latter spent a lot of money. This must be returned. With so many Hummer H1s, renting them would cost at least a few thousand pounds.

As a result, when he arrived at Gringotts, a goblin stopped him: "Please wait a moment, Mr. Ghost. (Zheng Fan came in with a hood. His money is stored under the identity of a ghost.)

You have a deposit of someone else, please check it. "

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Right now, I have nothing to live for.

I just opened a hundred packs of Hearthstone cards, and only three Orange cards came out … Eh, is my luck a bit strange?

Could it be that I went back to normal yesterday and the God of Procrastination punished me?

I think I need to repent to the God of Procrastination … A few …