Harry Potter's Dharma

When they returned from the Quidditch stadium, it was already afternoon. Zheng Fan brought the first-year students to a Magic Spells class. Since the class was all about theoretical knowledge, Zheng Fan only listened for a short while before he started to study the Advanced Potions books in the Memory Module.

During dinner, Billy walked over to Zheng Fan and sat down beside him.

"Boss, the time for the Prefectural Meeting has been set. Since tomorrow is a rest day, the meeting will be held at 10 am. It will be held in the sixth empty classroom on the left on the fourth floor. All of the Slytherin leaders will be there."

"Okay."

Zheng Fan slowly ate his oatmeal and shifted his thoughts away from the Memory Module.

"Billy, in your opinion, is longevity a good thing or a bad thing?"

Billy was stunned when he heard this. He did not expect Zheng Fan to suddenly bring up such a topic.

"Longevity … For most wizards, it's definitely a good thing, especially for us Slytherin. Who doesn't have a strong purpose in joining Slytherin?

In order to achieve one's goal, of course, it's better to live as long as possible and maintain one's combat power. "

Zheng Fan nodded.

Billy was right. Longevity was the dream of most wizards. It was also one of Voldemort's ambitions. However, until now, other than Nicholas Lemay, no one had achieved it.

The Philosopher's Stone. How magical was it?

Zheng Fan helplessly realized that he was starting to be interested in it, just like Voldemort.

However, this was also human nature. After realizing such a magical and interesting thing, who could ignore it?

Only an old man like Dumbledore, who had no desires, and an idiotic brat like Harry Potter.

Zheng Fan finished his oatmeal in one gulp and stood up. He had made up his mind. When Voldemort went to the fourth floor to snatch the Philosopher's Stone, he would follow him. As soon as the Philosopher's Stone appeared, he would use the Phase Shift Module to snatch it away.

There was only one flaw in this plan, and that was Dumbledore's surveillance.

In the original book, when Harry and Voldemort were fighting for the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore went to London alone. However, Zheng Fan did not believe that the old man was hiding somewhere to watch the show.

It wasn't easy to avoid his surveillance. The Phase Shift Module wasn't enough. He needed something else.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan opened the module purchase list. When he clicked on it, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to do something.

"Purchase split attack module," he told the System.

"Split Attack Module, 4,000 reward points. Purchase complete. This module is not a necessity. Do you wish to equip it?"

"Load."

"Roger that! Module loading is complete!

One module slot remaining! "

Zheng Fan looked at his module slot.

Advanced Energy Module, Mechanized Mind Module, Hawkeye Module, Basic Memory Module, Phase Transfer Module, Omnipotent Mount Module, and the Split Attack Module that he had just obtained.

There were a total of eight slots. Now that seven of them were loaded, there was only one slot left.

Once all the slots were filled, Zheng Fan would have to learn a module switching skill or buy a new slot. That would cost him a lot of points. Therefore, Zheng Fan was not going to buy any new modules unless he had something good that could help him trick Dumbledore.

After spending 4,000 points, Zheng Fan only had a little more than 100 points left. He didn't even look at the system interface. He couldn't afford to buy anything anyway.

Suddenly, the side door of the auditorium was pushed open. Professor Quirrell rushed into the cafeteria. His scarf was crooked on his head, and his face was full of fear.

Everyone stared at him. He walked to Dumbledore's chair and leaned on the table. He gasped for breath and said, "Troll!

In the underground classroom!

I thought you would know. "

After that, he fell to the floor and fainted.

The cafeteria was suddenly in chaos.

Dumbledore had to use his wand to make a few ear-piercing explosions before everyone quieted down.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice. "Bring your students to the dorms immediately!"

Prefect James of Slytherin stood up and began to order everyone to gather. Suddenly, someone tapped Zheng Fan on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw Snape with a gloomy face.

"Zheng Fan, come with me."

Zheng Fan looked at him strangely. "I still have to bring the first-year students back to the academy."

"Leave that to someone else!"

Snape said impatiently. He pulled Zheng Fan's robe and walked out.

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Fan quickened his pace to catch up with Snape. Although the crazy old man looked gloomy, he walked very quickly as if he was being chased.

"This is a conspiracy. The troll won't appear now. Someone must have done something to use this opportunity to enter the maze. We have to stop him!"

Zheng Fan looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Then why didn't you send Dumbledore to go?"

"Dumbledore will be discovered if he goes!"

"I don't want to go."

Zheng Fan rolled his eyes. The maze on the fourth floor was useless. Dumbledore had set up a trap. Only those who wanted the magic stone but didn't want to use it could get it from the trap. Zheng Fan wasn't that noble. He wanted to use the magic stone, so he couldn't get it. Voldemort couldn't get it either, so there was no point in going.

Ronald narrowed his eyes when he saw Zheng Fan leave with Snape.

When they reached the trap room on the fourth floor, Zheng Fan scanned the area with his eagle eye and said, "Don't worry, there's no one here."

"How can you be sure?" Snape frowned. He didn't want to lose everything just because of a small mistake.

Zheng Fan grinned. "It's an assassin's special skill."

Snape looked at Zheng Fan with a conflicted expression. He didn't know what to say. Was Zheng Fan admitting that he was an assassin, or was he taking the opportunity to mock him?

No matter which it was, he had to confirm it himself.

Zheng Fan shrugged when he saw Snape rush in. Some people just didn't want to believe others. They had to see it for themselves.

Just then, Zheng Fan heard a few footsteps coming from afar.