Harry Potter's Dharma

It was rare to not be able to see the spellcaster.

However, it wasn't impossible in theory.

As long as the ball was tampered with in advance, others wouldn't be able to find the spellcaster, not to mention there were so many people here. If it wasn't instant magic, Zheng Fan wouldn't be able to see the spellcaster's identity through the source of magic.

That was the end of it.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione asked Zheng Fan after resolving the problem with the Wandering Ball.

"I'm fine. What else can happen to me? It's a pity that I didn't bring my wand. Otherwise, I could have killed you with a single blow."

Zheng Fan said with a smile.

Of course, he was referring to the Wandering Ball.

"It's against the rules of Quidditch to use a wand."

Hermione sighed.

Harry, who had landed safely on the ground, walked towards Zheng Fan and extended his hand to her.

"Thank you."

Zheng Fan looked at Harry but didn't shake his hand. After all, they were both enemies to Voldemort. However, unlike Harry, Zheng Fan wanted to be more powerful than Voldemort.

The Great Devil?

Zheng Fan didn't think so. After all, Voldemort was too evil. He hated the current state of the magical world.

But Zheng Fan didn't.

If there were no Muggle magicians, there wouldn't be Hermione. Therefore, Zheng Fan decided to become more powerful than Voldemort.

He didn't want to be a nameless or famous hero. He wanted to become the ruler of the magical world.

Zheng Fan was sure that he could do it.

"I didn't come here for you."

"I just saw the Wandering Ball and thought about whether I could solve it. Then, I came here. I'm just helping you."

Zheng Fan took the Wandering Ball out of his cloak and threw it at Harry.

"Hey, aren't you being a little too unreasonable?"

Hermione asked Zheng Fan as he was leaving. After all, Hermione was such a kind girl.

"Harry and his friends have always disliked Slytherin because the founder of Slytherin discriminated against Muggles."

Zheng Fan explained to Hermione calmly.

"Even now, Slytherin is an academy that values bloodlines above everything else. But I don't think it's a big deal. After all, the bloodline requirement represents the academy's ability requirement. But if my academy is looked down upon or even insulted, I don't feel the need to be too friendly.

Zheng Fan said. Hermione lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Hermione knew that she was born with Muggle blood. Although Zheng Fan had only analyzed Slytherin's situation from the side, what he said had touched on Hermione's heart.

"Hey, Zheng Fan, can't people born in the Muggle family have very strong magic abilities and have very high requirements for their abilities?"

Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Of course not. It's just like the titles of nobles. Although there are also commoner nobles, the difference between the children of nobles and commoners is that they have to bear the corresponding responsibilities from birth."

"Although it's easy for some people to be discriminated against by bloodlines, it doesn't mean anything. After all, the most important thing is that the bloodline itself represents more responsibility for the magical world."

Zheng Fan smiled and smoothed things over.

After all, it wasn't a good thing to make Hermione sad.

On the way back to the common lounge, Zheng Fan noticed that Jenny, who was passing by, seemed to be reading something that looked like a notebook.

Wait … That notebook?

Why does it look so familiar?

Kill …

Kill them …

Need more blood …

Let everyone die in this place …

Mudbloods must all disappear …

.......

Wait, what's this?

Zheng Fan froze for a moment as if he heard something from the wall.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione hurriedly asked when he saw Zheng Fan stop in his tracks.

When Jenny passed by just now, Hermione was a little angry. She remembered this girl. Zheng Fan seemed to have chatted with her on the train.

This time, when she passed by Zheng Fan, she looked absent-minded. Hermione didn't believe that there was nothing going on between Zheng Fan and this girl.

"It seems to be …"

Zheng Fan looked in the direction of the sound. It came from the wall of the academy, which surprised Zheng Fan.

"Didn't you hear that sound?"

Zheng Fan asked Hermione.

Hermione shook her head. Zheng Fan's behavior made her forget all her previous considerations, because Zheng Fan's appearance was indeed very scary.

Although Zheng Fan was usually a little scary, now, he was especially scary. Hermione didn't know what to say.

"What's that sound?

What are you talking about? "

Hermione asked.

Zheng Fan shook his head. When Hermione talked to him, Zheng Fan couldn't hear the sound.

But now that he thought about it carefully, he didn't find it strange. After all, the voice just now was the same voice just now. It didn't sound like a normal person's voice.

That kind of tone and whisper, coupled with a slight rustling in the background.

It was probably Snake Language?

Zheng Fan had activated the Snake Language System, so he could know what the Snake Language was saying. Of course, he could also talk to the Snake Language.

As a Slytherin student, this wasn't a strange phenomenon.

The founder of Slytherin also knew Snake Language. Even Voldemort knew it.

In the original work, Harry Potter also knew Snake Language. The sorting hat had always thought that if he sent Harry Potter to Slytherin, he would be able to achieve great things.

But Harry Potter didn't like Slytherin at all, so he refused to go no matter what. That was why he went to Gryffindor.

So speaking Snake Language wasn't a strange phenomenon in Slytherin.

But Zheng Fan didn't tell others that he knew Snake Language. After all, it wasn't a good thing to know Snake Language in Holvos.