Harry Potter's Dharma

"I found out."

As soon as he called Zheng Fan into the room, Snape furrowed his brows and growled impatiently.

"What did you find out? Don't scare me, okay?"

Zheng Fan was shocked by Snape and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"There's something wrong with Quirrell … I used to think that he was greedy for the Philosopher's Stone because of some personal reasons, but after that incident, I'm starting to feel that there's someone behind him directing him!" Snape said hurriedly.

Zheng Fan stared at him, dumbfounded. Do I need you to tell me that?

Don't you know that Voldemort is behind Quirrell?

I'm talking and laughing with him!

Seeing Zheng Fan's expression, Snape thought that he had hit the nail on the head and surprised Zheng Fan. He continued, "So, just subduing Quirrell isn't enough. I have to get him to get the Philosopher's Stone. I have to make him go down the trap door. Only then can I lure out the person behind him and completely nip the danger in the bud!"

"… Oh." Zheng Fan nodded.

"You don't seem to agree with this plan?

You definitely know who's behind Quirrell, and Dumbledore does too?

But it's useless. Dumbledore is too weak, and you have no conscience at all. I have to know about this. "

Zheng Fan was speechless. He wanted to laugh at Snape's face. I have no conscience?

If I had no conscience, I would blow up Hogwarts right now and make you call me daddy.

"Do whatever you want. Why did you call me here? I'm not going to get involved in your business," Zheng Fan said helplessly.

"I want to warn you," Snape said with a frown.

Snape frowned. "Although I don't know what you're up to, I'm sure you have your own plans. That's why you asked me about the Shadow Potion, right? I don't want to see you do something you shouldn't."

"Okay, okay."

Zheng Fan shrugged helplessly. He didn't want to continue talking about this topic with Snape. Seeing that Snape was fine, he pushed the door open and left.

As soon as he walked out of the office corridor, Zheng Fan ran into someone unexpected.

Ronald Weasley stood in the corridor and looked at him quietly.

"As expected, you gave yourself away." He looked at Zheng Fan and said in what he thought was a calm and arrogant voice.

"Huh?" Zheng Fan looked at him strangely. What did he mean?

"Don't put on an act!

Zheng Fan!

I saw it!

You just went to Snape's office!

You are conspiring, aren't you?

You are after the Sorcerer's Stone!

Do you think your plan is flawless?

Too stupid!

We already knew! "

Zheng Fan: "Is this kid retarded?

Right now, he really wanted to know if Ronald and Snape had taken the same medicine. Why were they accusing him of all these crimes for no reason?

What did he do to provoke them?

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, even if what you said is true, I'm conspiring with Professor Snape, but it's already curfew time, it's not a good thing for you to wander around here."

Under Ronald's horrified gaze, Zheng Fan turned around and said, "Professor Snape!

Someone is loitering around the dormitory at night!! "

"F * ck you!

Zheng Fan!

F * ck you! "

Ronald cursed as he frantically turned around and tried to run away. Zheng Fan smiled as he took out his magic wand and pointed it at Ronald. "Legwork Spell Death!"

With a smack, Ronald's legs were bound together by magic, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

That night, Gryffindor was deducted 20 points.

Summer was gradually approaching. Quirrell had been holding back and pretending to be a nice guy for a long time. Zheng Fan was worried about him, and Snape had been investigating Quirrell for the past few days, wanting to know who was behind him.

If he found out that Quirrell's backer was Voldemort, his expression would definitely be very interesting. Zheng Fan was looking forward to it.

On the other hand, Hermione wasn't as relaxed as Zheng Fan. The little loli was preparing for her exams with all her might, so she didn't have much time to go on dates with Zheng Fan. Fortunately, they were both young, and their dates were only for a short period of time. If they needed each other in the future, Zheng Fan wouldn't let her go so easily.

But right before the exams, Harry Potter suddenly came looking for him …

After the magic class, Harry Potter blocked Zheng Fan in the corridor. After making sure that no one was paying attention to them, he pulled Zheng Fan to the staircase at the side.

"Zheng, I have something to tell you," Harry said with a serious face.

Zheng Fan looked at him expressionlessly. He could basically guess what was going on in these kids' heads. He knew what they knew, so he wasn't looking forward to it at all.

"Zheng, please, please be serious. This is really a big deal. Listen to me, Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I know he's going to do it soon, and we need your help. Although there might be some misunderstanding between you and Ronald, I know you're definitely …"

"Harry Potter."

Zheng Fan suddenly interrupted him and called out Harry's full name. Zheng Fan sighed as Harry looked at him in shock.

"Didn't your good friend Ronald tell you?

The frequency of my contact with Snape is hundreds of times higher than the frequency of my contact with you!

If he's really plotting something, I can only be his accomplice, not your savior's partner, understand? "

"But I know you're not that kind of …"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I'm that kind of person. I'm a very, very evil wizard. The 4.9 people I've killed are more than the number of magic spells you've learned. I don't care what kind of strange fantasies you have about me. I'm telling you now, I'm an evil wizard. You're the savior, but I'm not, so … don't call me for this kind of thing in the future, okay?"

After that, Zheng Fan turned around, flung his robe, and left under Harry's stunned gaze!

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Perhaps it was because he was too tired from working overtime recently … Kaven was really stuck. He wrote this chapter for two hours until he felt dizzy.