Harry Potter's Dharma

If Zheng Fan was a very famous person, or if he was not a third-year student, then what he said during the whole trial could only be called "incompetent" or "arrogant".

But he was not.

Because he did not have any special reputation outside of Holvos, and he was only a third-year student.

He was not arrogant, but Zheng Fan's words made the media present have a shocking discovery. They knew what the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper would be.

Now, a few reporters who did not leave immediately and chose to stay to attend the trial in the afternoon began to secretly rejoice.

If they left after the matter with Sirius Black was over like their colleagues, then they would never have received such information in their lives.

A student.

A third-year student of Holvos declaring war on Voldemort.

"You mean, you don't know about that person, the person we all know,?"

Immediately, a reporter could not help but stand up and ask Zheng Fan.

"What, did I say that I don't know?"

Zheng Fan asked rhetorically.

"Yes, in your statement just now, you said that you don't have any special feelings for him. Is it because you don't understand what that person has done?"

"I said that I don't have any special feelings for him because when I was born, he had already been chased away.

My parents and relatives have not been influenced by him, and I have not been influenced by him either, whether good or bad.

But as a student of Holvos, do you think I have no idea what he has done? "

"I'm a student of the Magic Academy. Even if I haven't been in contact with him and don't have any feelings for him, what he has done is well-known. Are you trying to imply that I don't know enough about my surroundings, or that I'm a nerd who knows nothing except for studying?"

"Or, are you going to add a sentence to my words in the newspaper, saying that I only want to defeat Voldemort because I don't understand him?"

Zheng Fan looked at the reporter with a smile. The reporter was immediately speechless by Zheng Fan's words.

"I don't know how many Death Eaters are present and how many people are controlled by Voldemort to tell him about the trial, or maybe he has no interest in the whole trial. It's just a personal habit of yours."

"But I know that not everyone here is clean. There must be some Death Eaters among them. That's why I'm saying all this.

You Death Eaters, don't think that you can hide and secretly make some preparations so that when your Great Demon King revives, you can go all out, because it doesn't matter if you are fully prepared or not.

Even if you are not prepared, I won't let your plan succeed. "

Zheng Fan smiled and glanced at the court.

His courage made everyone dare not speak.

But those who did not have any special feelings made Zheng Fan feel that someone present must be a Death Eater.

Even if he had eagle eyes, he could only see the situation clearly. He couldn't catch the bad guys from the crowd who were pretending to be good people.

After all, the bad guys didn't have the words "I'm a bad guy" written on their faces.

However, Zheng Fan knew that he had frightened everyone present with this wave of attacks.

On the contrary, the smile on Deng Buledo's face was a little awkward. It seemed that Zheng Fan's behavior was somewhat overboard.

Zheng Fan sighed. After casually describing his experience, he left his seat.

Hermione was next to go on stage.

Backstage, Hermione was a little surprised to see Zheng Fan do this. She did not expect Zheng Fan to make such a declaration.

Although Hermione and Zheng Fan weren't afraid of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the difference between Hermione and Zheng Fan was that she didn't need the Death Eaters to come to her door. She didn't have a good impression of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

It could even be said that she hated them to the bone.

After all, Hermione's situation in Ravenclaw was different from Zheng Fan's situation in Slytherin. Many of Hermione's friends lost their relatives because of the Death Eaters.

Therefore, Hermione still had some hatred for these people.

As for Zheng Fan, in Slytherin, who knew if his parents were Death Eaters? Not to mention, Zheng Fan did not have a good relationship with anyone to let him know that his relatives died in the hands of Death Eaters.

Zheng Fan returned to the back room and rested for a while.

He waited for Hermione to leave with him.

After a while, Hermione came out of the interrogation room and let out a long sigh.

Then, she walked to Zheng Fan's side, a little embarrassed, and stuck out her tongue.

"Sorry, you look very handsome. I also want to help, but I thought for a long time and still can't say those cool words like you."

Zheng Fan was stunned by Hermione's words.

He wanted to expose himself in front of all the Death Eaters and let them know what kind of person they were dealing with.

But Hermione, Hermione was different.

He had the ability, and of course, he believed that Hermione was also an outstanding young Wizard. However, Hermione's excellence was different from his own. Hermione might not be able to do what he could do.

"You should just be yourself. There's no need to tell others that if they're unhappy with something, they can just look for you."

Zheng Fan frowned and said.

If Hermione was like him and said those words, Zheng Fan would be worried.

"I know you'll say that, but I still hope that if you meet those people, I can be by your side to help you."

"Aren't you afraid that you'll be a burden to me?"

Zheng Fan couldn't help but add.

If there were really hundreds of Death Eaters looking for a one-on-one fight with him, Zheng Fan and Hermione, he could not guarantee that he would be able to protect Hermione.