Harry Potter's Dharma

So that's what happened.

Zheng Fan shook his head in amusement when he heard Quirrell slowly shift the focus of the conversation to the Elves.

That night, Quirrell, or Voldemort, had secretly hunted a unicorn and sucked its blood. The Elven girl had seen it. Quirrell wasn't sure if his face had been seen, but just in case, he had to use his power to search for the Elven girl and silence her. The students were undoubtedly the best scouts. With so many students, there was bound to be one who would encounter the Elven girl. As long as they immobilized the Elven girl and called Quirrell over, the rest of the story could be easily imagined.

As long as Quirrell used a little trick to create a scene where the Elven girl had broken free and wanted to attack the students, he would have a reason to kill the Elven girl on the spot without leaving any loose ends.

It had to be said that Quirrell had done a good job in this matter.

Zheng Fan listened attentively to Quirrell's lecture on the podium. He wanted to learn this curse as well. Perhaps it would be useful in the future.

After class, Zheng Fan ignored the first-year students who were waiting for him to instruct them. He let them do whatever they wanted while he walked around the castle with Hermione.

After taking a few steps, someone followed behind him. Zheng Fan turned around and saw Quirrell who had just walked out of the classroom.

"Professor Quirrell?" Zheng Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, Student Zheng."

Quirrell looked at Zheng Fan, then looked at Hermione awkwardly. "Um, Student Granger, can I …?"

Hermione looked at the two and nodded. He said to Zheng Fan, "Fan, I'll go up to the tower and wait for you."

"Okay, I'll be there in a moment."

After Hermione left, Quirrell cleared his throat. "Mr. Zheng, what do you think about today's class?"

Zheng Fan looked at him strangely. "What do I think?

It's a very normal class. We have an outdoor class tomorrow. Isn't it good that you taught us? I saw many students looking at you in a new light. "

Quirrell opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words.

Perhaps he had sensed something. At that time, he had only used the Silent Curse and the Phantom Curse. In front of a master of curses like Voldemort, it was very likely that there would be some loopholes. But so what? Voldemort did not know that he was the one following behind. Even if he knew, there was nothing he could do. If there was a reason to fall out with him, there would already be plenty of reasons to do so.

Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't intend to admit it, Quirrell sighed and changed the topic.

"Mr. Zheng, you should remember what happened at Gringotts."

Zheng Fan chuckled dryly. There was no point in playing dumb. Quirrell hadn't mentioned this before, and Zheng Fan thought that he didn't care about it anymore. Who would have thought that he would bring it up again so soon after?

"More or less."

"That's good."

Seeing that Zheng Fan still wanted to admit it, Quirrell heaved a sigh of relief. "Mr. Zheng, it's like this. Master said that he wouldn't care about most of the things you took. After all, it was based on strength. However, there was a bottle of dark red blood. If possible, I wonder if you could sell it to me. I really need it now."

Dragon's blood.

Zheng Fan knew what Quirrell was talking about the moment he mentioned it. Under Quirrell's expectant gaze, Zheng Fan shrugged. "I'm very sorry. I've already made that bottle of dragon's blood into a magic potion. I can't sell it to anyone."

Hearing this, Quirrell's expression darkened. He felt that Zheng Fan was rejecting him. "Mr. Zheng, this bottle of blood is really important. Master is willing to pay two thousand Garen."

In addition to two of his original black magic, this is really all that he can offer now. "

Zheng Fan smacked his lips.

He didn't care about two thousand Garen, but he was a little envious of the two original black magic potions from Voldemort.

Seeing Quirrell's nervous expression, Zheng Fan shrugged and slowly took out a small crystal bottle from his space bag.

There were at most thirty milliliters inside, and it contained the dragon's blood.

"As you can see, Professor Quirrell, the dragon's blood has really been used up. It's still bubbling in the crucible. No one can turn the magic potions that are being made into raw materials. This is all that's left. Why don't I give this to you, and you give me the two black magic potions? I don't want them …"

Looking at the small bottle in Zheng Fan's hand, Quirrell's face turned green. He didn't expect Zheng Fan to really make that big bottle of dragon's blood into a magic potion. Merlin above, how old was he? Eleven years old!

First year!

When he was this age, he couldn't even understand a magic potion class!

He struggled for a long time before slowly closing his eyes. "Looks like he's going to communicate with Voldemort."

Zheng Fan activated his Eagle Eye Vision. As expected, at the back of Quirrell's head, a dark red symbol slowly appeared. This was the symbol that Voldemort had woken up.

Then, Zheng Fan couldn't help but be stunned.

The two of them were now at the edge of the castle. Outside the window was the forbidden forest, so the view was good. Zheng Fan's Eagle Eye Vision caught a blue humanoid figure in the forest. It was very fast, and it wasn't something that a wizard could do.

Judging from its height, it was the elf from the other day!

She hadn't left yet, which surprised Zheng Fan. It seemed like this elf was really desperate. She would rather risk being discovered than find him.

Why was she looking for him?

She wasn't looking for a wizard like Zheng Fan, but a wizard assassin who was a ghost. People who were willing to hire a wizard assassin were basically people who wanted to kill. Even if it was an elf, it shouldn't be surprising.

Zheng Fan wasn't interested in taking the risk of being discovered by Dumbledore while he was still in school, so it was better for this elf to find someone else.

Just as Zheng Fan was thinking about the Elves, Quirrell came back to his senses.

"Mr. Zheng, Master agrees to the exchange, but he can only give you one magic spell." He looked at Zheng Fan a little tentatively.

Zheng Fan nodded. It didn't matter. One was fine. This amount of dragon's blood was too little. If Voldemort didn't need it urgently, he could buy it himself.