Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan was none other than Hermione. This time, she did not come with the Granger couple. Instead, she came alone. Zheng Fan felt as if she had been healed when she saw the cute little face of this little girl.

Hermione could not help but feel a little depressed when she saw Zheng Fan's heartless smile. She had been coming to Diagon Alley every few days to see if Zheng Fan was around, but she had not seen her even once. When she asked others if they knew Zheng Fan, almost no one knew her either. Only the people in the bar were familiar with Zheng Fan. When she asked them where Zheng Fan was, they would not tell her.

It wasn't easy for her to meet Zheng Fan, but the other party didn't seem to be surprised at all. Wouldn't this make it seem like she, Hermione, was too eager to meet her?

At this thought, Hermione froze. Under her gaze, Zheng Fan suddenly leaned over and kissed her delicate cheek.

"Long time no see, Hermione. Did you miss me?"

"… Not at all!"

Zheng Fan's sudden attack took Hermione a long time to react. She replied angrily.

"Then I'm really sad. I've been thinking about you every day for the past two months, but you didn't even miss me." Zheng Fan sighed.

Hermione quickly apologized, "No, no, I missed you too. I often came to Diagon Alley to look for you, but you weren't there. If it weren't for the fact that school is about to start, you probably wouldn't have come. Of course I'm angry!"

"Oh … So you often come to Diagon Alley to look for me. As expected of my dear Hermione."

Zheng Fan, who was still sighing, suddenly laughed. Hermione realized that she had been fooled. She was so angry that she hit Zheng Fan a few times.

"Hey, Zheng, bring your little girlfriend to the side. You can't block the way at the entrance," Tom, the bar owner, said loudly with a laugh.

Hearing this, the few Auros sitting in front of the bar looked over.

Seeing Zheng Fan, one of the dark-skinned magi seemed to have remembered something. He suddenly said, "You're Zheng Fan, right? I've heard of you before."

Did you see me on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list?

Zheng Fan could not help but complain in her mind. She put on a confused expression. You've heard of me?

Where is it?

"Hogwarts. I went to Hogwarts half a month ago to do some work. Madam McGonagall mentioned you to me. She said you're very talented. She even recommended Auror to recruit you before you graduate," the dark-skinned wizard said with a smile.

"Then I'll be looking forward to you guys poaching me."

Zheng Fan revealed a playful look. McGonagall's joke was pretty good. Asking the Dark Magi Hunters to poach a Dark Magus into their organization. Just thinking about it made them feel good.

Hermione looked at Zheng Fan curiously. "Hogwarts?

You've been to Hogwarts already?

Didn't they say that freshmen can only go there on the first of September? "

"Something happened, so I stayed there for a month in advance to help Principal Dumbledore sort out the documents for the previous semester. As soon as school started, I was kicked out."

"It sounds great to be able to meet the professors in advance and communicate with them."

Hermione couldn't help but look a little envious. She liked to learn more than Zheng Fan. Unfortunately, good things often fell to those who were not so good, such as Zheng Fan.

"Believe me, Hermione. After you go to Hogwarts, the professors will definitely like you more than me. You're the hope to increase the average score of Hogwarts."

Hermione rolled her eyes cutely at him and directly ignored his words.

After resting for a day in Diagon Alley, Zheng Fan and Hermione went to London's King's Cross Station the next morning. All the young wizards and wizards would step into their own Wizarding World from here. Hermione was a little nervous along the way. After all, she grew up in a Muggle family. It was inevitable that she would feel a little uncomfortable for the first time.

However, after Zheng Fan brought her through the wall and arrived at the three-quarters platform, her nervousness turned into curiosity. Zheng Fan could clearly feel Hermione's joy. Although it wasn't his first time at Hogwarts, it was still his first time there. It was also a little refreshing to be at the three-quarters platform.

However, before he could feel the novelty, a figure appeared that surprised him.

It was Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a long robe and a ridiculously large headscarf on his head.

After disappearing for an entire summer vacation, he had finally reappeared.

The moment she saw him, Zheng Fan realized that rather than feeling nervous, she felt a sense of anticipation. Could this be the legendary Martial Artist Shock?

Seeing Zheng Fan, Professor Quirrell's expression became a little unsightly. However, perhaps Voldemort said something to him, and his expression quickly returned to normal.

He slowly walked around the excited students and came in front of Zheng Fan.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng … Mr. Fan, do you, do you want to … talk?"

Quirrell couldn't help but stutter when he spoke. Zheng Fan didn't know whether it was because he was nervous or because he was born like this. In any case, it was tiring to listen to him speak.

"I don't have time. I have to accompany my girlfriend." Zheng Fan waved his hand.

"I'm not your girlfriend." Hermione protested.

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Quirrell looked surprised. "I thought … I thought you would, would fight."

Zheng Fan looked at him speechlessly. "You're a professor now. Why would I take the risk to expose you? What if I piss off the person behind your head and he bites me?"

Quirrell wanted to say something, but his voice suddenly stopped and became hoarse. Zheng Fan knew that Voldemort was probably using Quirrell's mouth to speak. After all, there were many people here, and he wasn't afraid of exposing his identity.

"Haha … Zheng, you're really interesting … If you don't mind, come sit in the teacher's cabin … Of course, you can bring your little girlfriend."

After that, Quirrell turned around and left.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't mention the vault. Zheng Fan didn't know if he was too embarrassed to talk about it, or if he was pretending to be magnanimous. Either way, it wasn't a bad thing for Zheng Fan.

Compared to this, he was more curious about why Voldemort was in such a hurry to talk to him.

What did he want to talk about?

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