Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan walked towards the Slytherin Lounge.

Halfway there, he was stopped by someone.

It was Quirrell.

He stared at Zheng Fan with a ferocious expression on his face. It was obvious that he hated Zheng Fan, but at the same time, he was afraid of Zheng Fan. The conflicting emotions caused his face to twist together.

"Zheng …" Quirrell hurriedly opened his mouth, but Zheng Fan interrupted him. "This is not the place to talk.

"Okay." Quirrell nodded. "Go to the third floor, my office.

As soon as he closed the door, Quirrell impatiently showed an irritable expression. "I need an explanation!

You actually interfered with Master's plan!

If it wasn't for you, Potter would be dead by now!

I wouldn't have been punished by Master! "

Zheng Fan walked around Quirrell and sat in the chair behind the desk. It was as if he was the teacher of the Defense Against Black Magic class, and Quirrell was the student that he had called over.

"Potter is dead now?"

Zheng Fan chuckled. "I really don't know if Voldemort's brain is flooded with water, or if it's yours … Professor Quirrell, or is it because the two of you share the same brain that there isn't enough memory in your brain?"

Hearing Zheng Fan insult Voldemort, Quirrell was stunned and didn't dare to speak.

Zheng Fan continued, "First of all, let me tell you very clearly. Your curse is smelly and long, and it takes half a day to take effect. Even if your actions were clean and quick, and you shot Harry Potter down in an instant, he wouldn't have died."

"What?"

Quirrell was stunned. He didn't know why Zheng Fan said that.

"That's why I said you're stupid. Don't refute me."

Zheng Fan pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly on his head. As he did so, a thin silver thread was drawn out.

It was a memory, and from the clarity of the silver thread, it was obvious that it was an original memory that hadn't been modified. Zheng Fan waved his wand and threw the memory to Quirrell.

"See for yourself."

After receiving Zheng Fan's memory, Quirrell suspiciously walked to the fireplace and took out a meditation basin. He sank the memory into it and looked at it.

With the help of the meditation basin, a wizard could see other people's memories from a third person's perspective. Quirrell sank into Zheng Fan's memory and saw Zheng Fan riding on a broom. Not far away, Potter was flying up and down on the broom, and could fall at any time.

Everything was the same as what he had seen.

At this moment, Zheng Fan's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Look at the castle, the fourth floor."

Quirrell looked at him strangely when he heard him.

With this look, he subconsciously let out a scream. It was the kind of scream that came from the throat. His face turned pale, and his whole body directly retreated from the meditation basin, plopping onto the ground!

Behind the window on the fourth floor, he saw Dumbledore. Dumbledore was standing in the window, quietly watching the competition!

Quirrell's whole body was trembling. He looked at Zheng Fan like a drowning man begging for help. He was scared, really scared. He didn't expect Dumbledore to be watching the competition. If he had known, he wouldn't have dared to do that!

Zheng Fan sneered at him. "Do you still think I'm the one who harmed you?

MDZZ, I really don't know what you and Voldemort were thinking. Harry Potter is like Dumbledore's grandson. How could Dumbledore not watch his first competition?

Next time when you encounter such a situation, please use your brain first before you speak. Don't be like this, pointing at my nose and questioning me. "

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry … I didn't think … I didn't know …" Quirrell's whole body was trembling.

Zheng Fan rolled his eyes, but he didn't forget the important matter. "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Speaking of which, I have something to ask you.

After being distracted by Zheng Fan's words, Quirrell came back to his senses. Dumbledore hadn't done anything to him yet, and Zheng Fan hadn't completely ignored him. This meant that Dumbledore hadn't completely regarded him as a bad person. There was still a chance for things to turn around.

"Go ahead." Quirrell unknowingly changed the way he addressed Zheng Fan to a respectful one.

"It's like this. Don't you Death Eaters know a spell that can turn you into black smoke and fly around in the sky?

How do you do that?

Why don't you teach me? "

"Uh."

Quirrell didn't expect Zheng Fan to ask about this. This spell was indeed useful, but from Quirrell's point of view, it wasn't as useful as powerful attack spells. If it was just a transportation spell, he could teach Zheng Fan. After all, this spell wasn't even half as useful as Transfiguration.

Just like Zheng Fan, he extracted a strand of memory. It was precisely this method of learning magic. Satisfied, Zheng Fan accepted the memory strand. Using the meditation basin in the room, he read the memory strand and directly learned the magic.

The next day, with the arrival of Christmas break, Zheng Fan and all the other students who went home for the holidays boarded the Hogwarts train and headed to London.

Zheng Fan had originally planned to learn Transfiguration this year, but considering that his body was still immature, he suppressed his love for Transfiguration and decided to wait until the Dragon's Strength potion was ready.

Anyway, now that he had learned Dark Demon Travel, which was the spell that allowed him to turn into black smoke and fly, he wasn't afraid of having trouble moving around. There was no need to take the risk of being decapitated by Transfiguration.

When they arrived at London's King's Cross Station, Billy said goodbye to Zheng Fan. He had to go back to his family. The Philip Family was in troubled times, and with him around, the situation would be much better. Zheng Fan knew about his situation and didn't stop him. He quickly let him go.

After sending Billy off, Zheng Fan leisurely took a taxi to the Broken Cauldron Bar.

In order to prevent himself from forgetting, Zheng Fan's first stop was Diagon Alley.

He had to choose a gift for everyone, not just for Hermione, but also for other acquaintances. For example, a few of his professors, Billy, the Quidditch team, and Voldemort.

Yep, that's right. There's also a Voldemort gift. Zheng Fan was touched by her generosity. She was so kind that she even remembered to buy a Voldemort gift. Ah … How about I buy twenty packs of Bibi Flavored Beans and pick out all the poop flavored ones and send them to him?