Harry Potter's Dharma

After saying those harsh words, Voldemort seemed to be in a better mood. He looked at Zheng Fan with a cold, snake-like gaze and concluded, "Since you don't intend to be my enemy now, that's for the best. I'll be my professor and you can play your tricks. As for how things will develop, it's up to each of us."

"When did I say I won't make you my enemy? I just said I won't make you my enemy if there's no benefit to it. Since you already know I'm an Assassin, of course I have to do things for the sake of benefits. If your head was valuable, who knows when I'd take it?" Zheng Fan laughed.

"Young man, sometimes it's not a good thing to be too confident."

"That's why I'm so confident."

Listening to Zheng Fan's strange speech, Voldemort frowned slightly. He couldn't understand where Zheng Fan's strange speech came from. Could it be a culture unique to his country?

Let him be!

Voldemort thought helplessly.

Zheng Fan was more curious about another matter.

Voldemort never mentioned anything about his magic materials. Could it be that he no longer cared about those materials? Voldemort didn't expect that although he had fallen from grace, he was still quite rich. Those materials should be worth at least a few thousand Galleons. How could he just throw them away like that?

Or maybe he was just trying to save his face.

Zheng Fan thought unscrupulously. However, just as he thought of this, Voldemort suddenly said, "There's something I'm curious about. How did you escape from Gringotts that day?

Even I don't know of any magic that can make a person disappear completely. "

"Illusory Body Spell," Zheng Fan said casually.

"This nonsense is meaningless. Do you think a mere Illusory Body Spell can escape from under my nose?" Voldemort said angrily.

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Voldemort for a while. He didn't talk about the Phase Module. Instead, he changed the topic. "Voldemort, did you notice something … Your temper is completely out of your control. You used to be the Black Devil King. Logically speaking, you shouldn't be so petty. But look at you now.

Your emotions are exposed. A little trash talk is enough to make you angry. With this, you still want to fight with me? "

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Voldemort's eyes widened. His anger was about to shoot out.

His hand subconsciously reached for the wand, and the magic power in his body surged.

Zheng Fan sat opposite him expressionlessly, sipping his coffee as if nothing had happened. He didn't even lift his wand.

A few seconds later, Voldemort slowly withdrew his hand, and his anger subsided a little.

"You found out my secret …?" Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"I didn't discover anything. I'm just reminding you. It's a good thing for me that you're still alive. If you were killed too early, it would be troublesome for me. Try your best to live on, former Black Devil King."

After saying that, Zheng Fan put down the coffee cup in her hand and walked out of the faculty compartment.

Looking at Zheng Fan's back, Voldemort squinted his eyes and held his magic wand in his hand. He seemed to be preparing an Avada Takedown.

But in the end, he didn't do it. For now, Zheng Fan wasn't a hindrance to his actions. He didn't need to add another enemy for himself. When he got the Philosopher's Stone and recovered his full strength, Zheng Fan would be as easy as pinching a chicken to death!

Zheng Fan closed the door and raised his eyebrows. Although he walked out with his back facing Voldemort, he had been using his [Eagle Vision] to watch Voldemort the entire time. If Voldemort were to attack him, Zheng Fan would not hesitate to use the [Phase Shift Module] to escape and report Voldemort to Dumbledore.

Yes, or he could directly kill Voldemort himself. But if he did that, Voldemort could still use the Soul Tool to resurrect, which was quite troublesome.

"A wizard in an extremely weak state dares to show off his strength in front of me. You really don't have any self-awareness."

Zheng Fan shook her head, calmed herself down, and returned to Hermione's compartment with a smile.

As soon as she got closer, she saw that there was another person in the compartment. It was a little fatty who looked silly. He stood at the door and looked at Hermione with a sad face.

"I'm sorry, um … I wanted to ask, did you see my toad?

It ran away from me again. It's always like this … "As she spoke, she looked as if she was about to cry.

Hermione closed the book in her hand. "I'm very sorry, sir. I didn't see your toad. But when my friend comes back, I might be able to help you look for it."

Zheng Fan walked in and patted the fatty's shoulder. "Don't cry, young man. As a man, you should have some backbone."

As he spoke, he sat down beside Hermione and reached out to scratch Hermione's little nose. "Did you miss me?"

"If this was the first time I met you, I would've called you a pervert."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "The professor asked you to go over. Is there anything wrong? I feel that the professor is a little … well, how should I put it? Strange."

"It's fine. Professor Quirrell is a good man. A good man with a problem with his IQ." Zheng Fan laughed.

"That's good. Right, Fan, can you help him? He looks so pitiful."

Hearing this, Zheng Fan nodded. "Yes, of course you can. You lost a toad, right? To be honest, it is very dangerous to keep this kind of creature. If you keep a toad, you will only have 59 seconds left in your one minute." He looked at Fatty as he said the last sentence. Fatty was confused by the meaning of his words.

After casually making a joke, Zheng Fan stood up. "Let's go, handsome. I'll take you to find the toad. Hermione, you come too. It's good for your health to take a stroll after a meal."

"Okay."

Zheng Fan brought the two of them out of the private room. Three people walked towards them.

In the middle was a short, pale-faced, platinum-haired imp. Beside him were two short, fat men who looked like bodyguards.

Zheng Fan blinked.

He realized that his first reaction was that there was a bounty on this imp in the Blood Bar. One thousand and eight hundred Garen. His second reaction was that this imp was one of the important characters in the original book, Draco Malfoy.

Did he like money that much?

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