Harry Potter's Dharma

"No, no, no. It's not about France. It's about more valuable information … Fan, are you interested in the treasure?"

Hina's eyes were shining when she said this, which made Zheng Fan subconsciously take a step back.

In this world, the most terrifying people were not the powerful ones. The most terrifying ones were the crazy ones …

"Before you talk about the treasure, I think you should calm down first. How about eating some sh * t?" Zheng Fan suggested seriously.

"Please, how can I calm down? I went out to find the treasure … Wait, what's sh * t? I don't think it's anything good." Hina was sharp enough to notice the problem.

Zheng Fan did not hesitate to avoid the topic. "You disappeared for so long just to find the treasure?

The treasure that's more important than saving your hometown? "

"Of course not. That's the key to the problem. The treasure is in France. We can go there directly after solving the problem of my family …"

Hina was very enthusiastic, but Zheng Fan was not as enthusiastic as her.

He was not a fool. If the treasure was easy to get, Hina could have just taken it herself. Why did she have to share the information with him?

No one in this world was willing to share their wealth for no reason, not even the elves.

Seeing Zheng Fan's expression, Hina guessed what he was thinking. She explained, "Of course, it's a little dangerous, but the main problem is not the danger. It's the location of the treasure that is hard to find. I invited you because I want to borrow your ability to find the notes through the wall in the elven workshop.

Zheng Fan nodded. Hina's explanation made sense, but if she did not tell him what the treasure was, he would not go with her. Although Zheng Fan needed money now, he was not poor.

Hina nodded. "Yes, of course. Fan, I understand your thoughts. I can also tell you what I found in advance.

Even though Zheng Fan had said that, Hina didn't panic at all. Instead, she kept smiling confidently, as if she had guessed that Zheng Fan would agree for sure.

Under Zheng Fan's gaze, Hina slowly took out a piece of parchment from her sleeve and unfolded it.

With just one glance, Zheng Fan was stunned.

"F * ck … I'm impressed. Hina, you can even find something like this. It's a pity that you're not a professional treasure hunter!" He could not help but praise.

Hina took back the parchment and laughed. "What do you think I do?

I was just an ordinary elf in the forest. But after coming to the human world, I became a professional adventurer. I do things that you conservative wizards don't dare to do. "

"I'm conservative?"

Zheng Fan looked at her in shock. "I'm telling you, if I go crazy, even Dumbledore can't stop me!"

"You are worried that your little girlfriend will be jealous when you come out to chat with me. Isn't that conservative? I have seen a lot of people who have married several wives at your age." Hina said with a grin.

Zheng Fan looked like a dog. "I'm conservative?

This is the responsibility of an eastern man!

Don't talk!

If I want, I can gather a harem at any time! "

He pursed his lips and did not want to argue with Hina about this useless thing. "Fine, ruins from the religious war … No one has ever found it. If this is true, we'll definitely get a lot of good stuff. There's no reason not to go. Let's leave it at that."

"Wait, wait, wait. I have something to ask. When are we going to France?" Hina quickly asked.

Zheng Fan looked at her.

"It depends."

Seeing Zheng Fan waving his hand and walking back into the house, Hina curled her lips helplessly.

On the third day after the exam, Zheng Fan went to Quirrell's cemetery.

Looking at the tombstone on the ground, Zheng Fan shook his head in amusement and slowly sat down on the grass opposite the tombstone. Europeans and Chinese people had a very different attitude towards cemeteries. In their view, cemeteries were the closest place to heaven, so cemeteries were not evil. On the contrary, they were very holy places. Therefore, cemeteries here were not gloomy at all. Instead, they were well taken care of. Those who were buried here were basically people who had contributed to Hogwarts.

"Quirrell, look at you. You're in such a pitiful state. As soon as the matter was exposed, your master abandoned you and ran away with all your strength. You didn't even have the chance to surrender. If I were you, I'd rather die together with Voldemort."

As he spoke, he also felt that it was funny and shook his head.

"I'm not here to mock you. You've lived for so many years, yet you're still living such a miserable life. The amount of mockery you've received is probably more than the amount of English I've heard. So, I'll make a long story short and tell you a piece of good news. I've decided to kill Voldemort."

Since Quirrell was already dead, there was no way he could answer him. He continued to talk.

"Of course, I'm not doing it for peace, justice, or the so-called love that Dumbledore mentioned. I want to kill Voldemort for some more selfish reasons.

"You're the only one I can tell you about this. Some of the people who are still alive will be worried about me after hearing this. Most of them will probably pull out their wands and charge at me." Zheng Fan laughed.

"Actually, I'd like to use Eagle's Eye to see how your body has decomposed … But it's a little disgusting. Forget it."

Zheng Fan stood up and waved his hand at this person who he used to know as half a friend.

"Have a safe journey," said Ye Futian.