Harry Potter's Dharma

"You can understand the Elven language!" Hina looked at Zheng Fan in shock.

Zheng Fan didn't expect Hina to speak in the Elven language. He couldn't tell with the Universal Language Module. It seemed that he had to find some time to adjust the module.

"Just a little."

Zheng Fan nodded and avoided the topic. "By the way, it's very inconvenient for you to follow me. Please find a place to stay. I don't have time to bring an Elf around."

The Elven girl still looked at him with a surprised expression, as if she was thinking about something.

"Miss Wen Yin?" Zheng Fan waved his hand.

"Ah …" The Elf came back to her senses and took a few steps back awkwardly. She then said with a red face, "No, nothing. I didn't think of anything.

From your reaction, it's obvious that you just thought of something!!!

Zheng Fan was speechless. He looked at the girl in front of him and shrugged. "Well, that's it then. We'll meet again."

"I won't trouble you. I'm also an advanced wizard." The girl quickly said.

Zheng Fan didn't say anything and just stood there quietly. Hina thought that Zheng Fan had agreed, but in the next second, Zheng Fan suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"Oh, no."

Hina was speechless and put her hand to her forehead. She should have been prepared for this. Zheng Fan had used this trick to disappear in front of her in the Forbidden Forest.

After activating the Phase Shift Module, Zheng Fan directly used Dark Demon Travel. He turned into a cloud of black smoke and flew towards the distant North.

The head of the Flint family, Gail Flint, had been very worried recently.

His son, Marcus Flint, was the captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team in Hogwarts Academy. He had always been proud of it, so when he heard that his son was bullied and even robbed of his position as the captain of the Quidditch team, he was furious. He directly sent people to the Blood Bar in Overturn Alley. He knew that as long as he placed an order there, he could assassinate anyone he wanted to kill.

But how many days had it been?

Why didn't any of the people he sent reply?

Did they all disappear into thin air?

He frowned and subconsciously touched his wand. If he was not mistaken, the Flint family had offended someone they should not have offended.

Just as he thought of this, a teenager pushed open the door and entered his study. It was Marcus Flint.

"Father, I want to know, did you promise me to teach that student of the Celestial Empire a lesson?

If he delayed any longer, he would have to go back to school after the Christmas break!

When the time comes, even if you want to …

"Be quiet!

Marcus! "

Gail Flint frowned and roared, making Marcus quiet down and look at him nervously.

"Marcus, you said that Zheng Fan had never contacted his family. Is that true?"

"Of course, father, he doesn't even have a share in the owl's letter delivery every week. He doesn't contact anyone, so he must be a Muggle's descendant!

Otherwise, even if one of his parents is an adept, they wouldn't have cut off all ties with him! "

Hearing this, Gail nodded. If that was the case, he would feel slightly more at ease.

Zheng Fan sat on the roof, coldly listening to the conversation inside.

Wildhorse stood on his shoulder. "You humans place too much importance on bloodlines. In fact, as long as you can reproduce, any profession should be able to mate."

"Nonsense, don't you birds also choose the strongest mate to mate with? How come it doesn't matter to humans?

This is racial discrimination. "Zheng Fan rolled his eyes.

"That's true. Just like me, who can speak, I won't just find an owl to hand over my body." Wildhorse thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Zheng Fan shuddered in disgust at his words.

"What are you going to do now?

Jump in and get rid of them all?

Killing a few adepts is nothing new for you. "

"No one gives me money. I'm too lazy to kill these idiots. In fact, for these European nobles, it's easy to deal with them. There's no need to do it personally."

With that, Zheng Fan's figure disappeared.

More than ten minutes later, he reappeared on the roof with a bunch of things in his hands.

He showed them to Wildhorse one by one, "This is the Flint family's Gringotts vault key. This is their family's defensive barrier layout. This is their family's magic trap design manual. With these, do you still need me to do the rest?"

After saying that, Zheng Fan threw the items into his dimensional bag. As long as he could sell the two maps to the black market later, it would be unknown how long the Flint family would be able to survive.

After doing all this, Zheng Fan stepped on the train to Edinburgh. As for why he didn't use the Dark Demon Shuttle?

Just look at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The further north he went, the colder the weather in England. Edinburgh was already within Scotland, and the temperature was much lower than London. Zheng Fan didn't have masochistic tendencies, and Wildhorse was even more so. He insisted that if Zheng Fan chose to fly there, he wouldn't leave.

Thus, under the roar of the train, Zheng Fan went all the way and finally stopped at Edinburgh's Waverley Station. This was the busiest railway station in Scotland, second only to Glasgow Central Station. It was also the railway station with the second most platforms in England. At the same time, it was also the terminal for most trains from King's Cross railway station.

(Come on) Arriving here was equivalent to arriving at Billy's house.

As soon as he got off the train, Zheng Fan subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

The wind wasn't small, and the snow wasn't small either. Although it was only a few degrees below zero, it gave Zheng Fan the illusion that he was back in the capital during winter.

He bought a black round hat next to the platform and put it on. Only then did he feel comfortable.

At this moment, he heard the conversation between two people not far away.

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Karvin, thinking of the plot.

I'm going to die. There's only one day left for the Dragon Boat Festival. I'm going to die. When I think about the fact that I have to work seven days after the Dragon Boat Festival, I'm going to die!

No, I'm going to the roof first.