Harry Potter's Dharma

"Who was that just now?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

She instinctively felt repulsed by Quirrell, but she did not know why.

Zheng Fan reached out and patted her head. "He's our Defense Against Black Magic professor. His name is Quirrell. Stay away from him. Other than in class, don't come into contact with him alone."

"Okay." Hermione nodded. She did not ask Zheng Fan why.

Zheng Fan was the first person of her age that she had met in the wizarding world, and he was also the first person who had shown her kindness. She trusted Zheng Fan a lot, but she didn't have any special feelings for him. She was only eleven years old, so she didn't know much about these things.

Zheng Fan took Hermione's hand and boarded the train. They found a private room and sat down. At the same time, he took out his wand and taught Hermione a few practical spells.

If it were any other time, he would definitely cultivate a relationship with Hermione before saying anything else. However, it was different now. They were almost at Hogwarts. He had to give the girl some confidence.

Hmm, okay. Hermione was quite confident even if he did not teach her these things.

Hermione usually acted like a quiet and gentle girl with Zheng Fan. In front of other people of the same age, this girl was very arrogant.

As Zheng Fan was talking, a head suddenly popped in from the door. It was a smiling woman. She smiled and said, "Dear, do you want to buy some food on the train?"

Hermione looked over curiously. She probably didn't expect there to be such a muggle-looking salesperson on the Hogwarts train. Zheng Fan, on the other hand, already knew. He took out a few silver coins and bought a lot of food and placed it on the small table.

"Just eat something. It'll be night when we reach Hogwarts. We can't go hungry."

"You should've let me do it. You shouldn't be treating in your current situation."

Hermione was a little worried. She did not forget how Zheng Fan had memorized all the books in the bookstore when he had no money to buy them.

"Don't worry. I'm a rich man now. I still have to take care of you in the future. How can I always be a pauper?"

Zheng Fan was not lying when he said that. There were more than ten thousand Garen lying in his vault. His financial strength could be said to be at the level of a tycoon.

Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't seem to be joking, Hermione relaxed. "Actually, my dad prepared some food for me … but it's all food that's good for my teeth. You know, he's a dentist, so he's very sensitive when it comes to food," Hermione said helplessly.

Zheng Fan chuckled and threw a chocolate frog at Hermione. "That's great. Let's eat something that's not good for your teeth. We'll give Mr. Granger a surprise when you get home on Christmas."

"My father will definitely fight you to the death."

Hermione took the chocolate frog and smiled happily. When she smiled, her eyes were like crescent moons. Zheng Fan liked girls with this kind of smile.

Seeing that the train was about to depart, Zheng Fan tugged at his collar. "Hermione, sit here for a while. I'm going out for a while. I'll be back soon."

"Alright." Hermione nodded.

Zheng Fan activated his Eagle Eye Vision to make sure that the train was safe. Then, he nodded in satisfaction and walked towards the staff carriage.

He pushed open the door and saw Quirrell sitting inside. He was studying a book that looked very old. As soon as he saw Zheng Fan, Quirrell hurriedly revealed what he thought was a very friendly smile and closed the book.

"What are you reading?

Can I take a look? "Zheng Fan asked, raising his eyebrows.

Quirrell looked a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Voldemort took over his ability to speak.

"Zheng Fan, you're a strange person. When we first met, you said that it was your first time in England and that you didn't care about my reputation. But now that you know how dangerous I am, how can you still speak so casually?"

Zheng Fan looked at him strangely. "Do you think that I should be trembling and begging for your forgiveness?

Are you kidding? This is the Hogwarts Express. You should be the one who's afraid of me. Believe it or not, if I yell your identity here, you'll be done for. "

"Ha … You're right."

Voldemort smiled a little angrily. He looked at Zheng Fan as if he was considering whether to throw a death curse at him.

"Like you said, you can expose my identity with Dumbledore, or expose me now. But why haven't you done so?

I've been waiting for you for a month, waiting to see when you would report my identity to Dumbledore. But to my surprise, you didn't do that at all. It's really incomprehensible. "

Hearing this, Zheng Fan took out his wand and pointed at the coffee pot not far away. "Coffee pot, fly over here!"

He reached out and caught the pot in mid-air. Zheng Fan then used Polymorph to create a clean cup and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Voldemort, there's an old saying in the Celestial Empire: 'Make a fortune without a sound'. I've been through more than you can imagine. So, whether you think that I'm young and mature, or that I'm a chuunibyou, I have to make one thing clear. I'm a profit-oriented person. If reporting you doesn't bring me any benefits, then what's the point of reporting you?

If reporting you can bring me benefits, then of course, I'm willing to report you. "

This theory made Voldemort stunned for a moment. Then, he couldn't help but grin. He seemed to like Zheng Fan's way of thinking.

"You're becoming more and more to my taste. Zheng Fan, I'll ask you again. Do you want to become my power?

If you join me, I can share the secret of immortality with you!

And I'll make you my right-hand man, the ruler of this country! "

"Haha."

Zheng Fan laughed coldly and ignored Voldemort's crazy words.

Voldemort looked a little disappointed. "Those who reject my invitation usually don't have a good ending. When I recover my power, you'll be among the first to die."

"Is it really okay for you to threaten me like this?

Be careful that I'm afraid I'll report you, "Zheng Fan said unhappily.

"You won't, Ghost Assassin. I'm the Dark Devil King. I'm Voldemort. I've already seen through this."

"You're so chuunibyou." Zheng Fan facepalmed.

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