Harry Potter's Dharma

I was working overtime and just got home. I'm very sorry, please forgive me!

Zheng Fan looked at the remaining seven people in front of him and slowly raised his hand.

Following his movement, nine curses shot up into the sky and exploded into a brilliant light.

Seeing this scene, the remaining seven people put down their wands. Zheng Fan's action was obvious. He was telling them that if he wanted to, he could have defeated them from the start!

Seeing that the members of the Level Leader Council were still in a daze, Zheng Fan put away his wand and turned to walk back to the castle.

Zheng Fan didn't care about the shouts and praises around him. He also didn't care about some people trying to get close to him. He slowly walked through the castle gate and disappeared into the darkness.

With the change of power in the Level Leader Council, he would gain a lot of convenience in Hogwarts in the future. Of course, there would also be trouble.

Zheng Fan looked at Dumbledore who was standing at the gate and asked expressionlessly, "Professor Dumbledore, are you taking a walk?"

"Yes, I'm old. After eating, I like to take a walk. It's good for the body," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Although he was smiling, Zheng Fan could feel that the old man's eyes were not smiling.

In Eagle Eye, Dumbledore's eyes alternated between blue and orange. This showed that he was suspicious of Zheng Fan, but not hostile.

Sometimes, Zheng Fan really didn't understand this old man. If he was more decisive, he could have handled many things better. But he was too soft-hearted. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he wouldn't be willing to show his malice.

Zheng Fan admired his magnanimity, but he didn't approve of his way of doing things.

"Fan, power isn't the solution to everything. We can rely on our own power, we can use our own power, but we can't blindly follow our own power. When the power that was meant to protect something turns into a means to hurt others, it's heartbreaking."

Zheng Fan didn't say anything. The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

What was Dumbledore trying to say with his words?

Did he find out his identity?

Or was he just testing him?

Dumbledore looked at Zheng Fan's expressionless face and said quietly, "Your eyes are as deep as the ocean. It's the same as the first time I asked you about your identity … Fan, what kind of past made you have such eyes?

I think I've experienced a lot of painful things in the past, but I haven't lost my confidence in life. We still have a lot more. What we've lost has been lost. There's still a lot to be happy about. "

After saying that, the old man's tall figure slowly walked up the stairs and went upstairs.

Zheng Fan looked at Dumbledore's back and smiled.

If he really had a painful past, if he was really a native of this world, then perhaps Dumbledore's words could really convince him.

Unfortunately, to Zheng Fan, Dumbledore's hopes were destined to be disappointed. Dumbledore was filled with guilt. He felt guilty towards Voldemort when he was still in school. This guilt affected his entire life, so even if he had doubts about Zheng Fan, he would try his best to change everything. He would try to make Zheng Fan believe in love and justice like him.

Zheng Fan didn't know why Dumbledore chose to talk to him about this today, but he could roughly guess that Dumbledore must have seen his strength and connected it to some things in the past. Dumbledore couldn't help but give him a warning.

But did he really do it?

In the past, when the Level Leader Council ruled Slytherin, their attitude wasn't much better than his. This time, when he fought with the Level Leader Council members, his attitude was a little bad and his actions were a little too extreme. However, this was also the normal behavior of a Slytherin student.

He had the Omnipotent Module System. If he still played house with a group of students and couldn't even deal with a few student leaders, then what was the point?

Thinking until here, Zheng Fan rubbed his temples.

This time, his actions were indeed a little reckless. Forget it, I'll just be more careful in the future. No matter what, Dumbledore saved my life, so I have to give him face.

Walking along the pitch-black corridor, Zheng Fan walked all the way to Snape's Potion Workshop. On the first workbench sat a crucible that Snape had prepared beforehand. Below it was a long-lasting stove that was slowly stewing some kind of Potion.

Zheng Fan casually glanced at it and didn't touch it. This Potion was very delicate and a small accident could cause the entire pot to be wasted.

He took out a brass crucible from his pocket and placed it on the hearth.

Then, he took out the ingredients one by one.

Originally, he wanted to use this workbench to concoct the Dragon Strength Potion to improve his physique. But now, he needed a new potion, and that was the Shadow Potion that Snape mentioned before.

With the Shadow Potion, Zheng Fan could obtain the Sorcerer's Stone without anyone knowing. This stone was very attractive to him. If he didn't get it, Zheng Fan would always feel an itch in his heart.

After putting away the ingredients, Zheng Fan took a chopping board and a knife from the shelf at the side and began to slowly process the ingredients.

After a while, it was already late into the night.

For some reason, Snape didn't rush him back to the dorm. Perhaps Snape didn't even notice Zheng Fan coming to the Potion Workshop.

Zheng Fan slowly used a rod to pour the Potion into a glass bottle and sealed the lid. He took out his wand and pointed at the crucible. "Clean it up."

After doing all this, Zheng Fan slowly walked out of the Potion Workshop.

A figure flashed past the end of the corridor. There were only a few torches lit in the entire corridor. This scene woke Zheng Fan up quite a bit, and he instinctively used Eagle Eye to scan the area.

The result gave him a shock.

The person who flashed past the end of the corridor was none other than Quirrell, but it was no ordinary Quirrell.

Zheng Fan furrowed his brows.

On the red that represented Quirrell, there was a dark red shadow.

Voldemort had woken up. What was he planning to do?

After checking his two wands, Zheng Fan slowly followed him.