Harry Potter's Dharma

"Speaking of which, the professor for this year's Defense Against Black Magic class isn't here yet," Professor Sprout said as he looked at the surrounding professors.

"That mister ran into some trouble on his way here. He might only be here in a few days."

Dumbledore shrugged. Zheng Fan was speechless.

The professor for this year's Defense Against Black Magic class was Professor Quirrell whom he had met twice before. He was also the incompetent wizard that Voldemort possessed. It would be strange if he didn't run into any trouble. Before Zheng Fan escaped from Gringotts, he had taken away all of Professor Quirrell's life-prolonging experiment materials. Professor Quirrell must have been searching for new life-prolonging materials these days.

It was said that in some countries, the main life-prolonging materials were large-framed glasses and high-waisted pants. Zheng Fan didn't know if it was true or not, but he didn't plan to verify it. He only knew that the things in Voldemort's vault were valuable.

Just the dragon's blood alone was enough to buy Zheng Fan's entire vault. Zheng Fan didn't know where Voldemort got so much dragon's blood. Zheng Fan still didn't know what the dragon's blood was used for. He planned to go to Hogwarts' library to see if there was any good stuff.

Dumbledore suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

"Minerva, Severus, Filius, Pomona. Let's go according to our plan."

The four directors who were named by Dumbledore nodded their heads and followed him.

Zheng Fan watched from the side. Dumbledore suddenly turned to him and said, "Of course, Zheng. If you want, you can come with us. After all, you're my assistant now."

"Me?"

Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes. Dumbledore, the headmaster, was leading the four heads of Hogwarts on a mission. It was definitely a big deal for the entire school. Why would he bring an unstable factor like Zheng Fan along?

Just as Zheng Fan thought, the four heads were a little surprised.

"Pardon me for being blunt, headmaster. What we're going to do isn't something that an unknown person can come into contact with," Snape said coldly.

"Mm, don't worry. I understand."

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "But I think it'll be interesting for Zheng to join us, right?"

"If you think it's fun to add uncertainty to things," Snape replied expressionlessly.

Professor McGonagall thought for a while and nodded, "I think it'll be fine for Mister Zheng to join us. After all, he's only a freshman."

"Also, it'll be my compensation for the 35 Gard," Dumbledore added.

Zheng Fan couldn't help but flip the coffee table in his heart.

'Can you not mention that?'

The other two deans did not express any objections. Just like that, the other professors went to their own classrooms to prepare for the new year's work. Zheng Fan's group of six walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, passed through a long corridor, and finally walked into a small room.

Dumbledore stopped as soon as he entered the house.

He slowly turned his head and crossed his slender fingers. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at the people behind him.

"Before we begin, I would like to reiterate something."

His voice was very calm, as if he was discussing with Zheng Fan and the others what they could have for dinner.

........

It was just a few short words, but the atmosphere in the room instantly became heavy. Zheng Fan could clearly feel the bodies of the four directors trembling at the same time.

"I've already said this before the summer break, but everyone obviously didn't want to believe it. Because of this, I have to repeat it again. This is not alarmist talk, but the reality that we all have to face."

Dumbledore looked at Zheng Fan and said, "What we need now is a strong will like Zheng. Even if we hear the name Voldemort, we won't be afraid. If we don't even dare to hear the name of our enemy, how can we fight?"

Hearing this, the directors subconsciously looked at Zheng Fan and saw his nonchalant expression.

"Don't use me as an example. I just haven't heard of Voldemort," Zheng Fan said as he raised his hand.

The four heads' expressions became unnatural when they heard Zheng Fan say the name.

Dumbledore did not answer Zheng Fan. He slowly took out his wand and pointed it at the floor. Something that looked like a cellar lid floated up and fell to the side.

"Voldemort is very weak now. Even if he returns to England, we have enough power to defeat him. In order to prevent him from regaining his strength, we have to make a strong enough trap to protect the thing he needs the most."

Zheng Fan's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He knew that Dumbledore was referring to the Philosopher's Stone. It was a magical alchemy product that could revive the dead and keep people young forever. It was also one of the things that Zheng Fan was most interested in.

However, he did not do anything. He just followed Dumbledore and the others and watched as they went down the hole and set up layers of traps. With his current strength, it was impossible for him to snatch the Philosopher's Stone and escape unscathed. Even if he managed to snatch it, it would be useless. Dumbledore had already hidden the Philosopher's Stone in the Eris Magic Mirror. The traps here were just a cover.

What he did not understand the most was why Dumbledore wanted him to participate in the creation of the trap.

Not to mention that his current identity was unclear, even if his identity was clean, he shouldn't have participated in such a high-level event.

The first level was a trap set up by Professor Sprout. She had set up a large number of killer plants on this level — Devil's Web. This was a plant that lived in the dark. No matter what it encountered, it would viciously wrap around it like a python. However, anyone who knew a little about botany would know that this plant was afraid of fire. A light from a lighter would be able to repel the Devil's Web.

The next few levels were the chess level set up by Professor McGonagall using Polymorph. Yes, it should be called the Wizard's Chess level, the flying key level designed by Professor Flitwick, and the potion puzzle level designed by Professor Snape.

In the penultimate stage, he even left a stage for the future Defense Against Black Magic Professor Quirrell. He planned to make up for it when Quirrell came.

It was a third-rate game with an extremely low difficulty level. Zheng Fan felt that it was a waste of time to accompany them.

After doing all this, Dumbledore asked Zheng Fan, "How do you feel?"

Zheng Fan nodded. "Pretty good. It's pretty good."

Hearing this, Snape could not help but look at him.

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