Harry Potter’s God of Law

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It turned out to be like this.

Hearing Quirrell slowly focus the topic on the elves, Zheng Fan shook his head in amusement.

That evening, Quirrell, that is, Voldemort attached to him went to secretly hunt unicorns and suck the blood of unicorns, was seen by the elven girl, Quirrell was not sure if his face was seen, just in case, he had to use his own strength to search for the elf, so as to kill people, and the students were undoubtedly the best scouts, so many students, there is always one who may meet the elves, as long as they settle on the elves and call Quirrell over, the plot after that can be imagined.

As long as Quirrell uses a trick to create a scene where the elf breaks free and wants to attack the student, he has a reason to kill the other party on the spot, leaving no trouble.

I have to say that Quirrell is okay in this matter.

Watching Quirrell teach the spell on the podium, Zheng Fan also listened a little seriously, this spell he also wanted to learn, maybe he could use it.

After class, Zheng Fan ignored the first-year students waiting for his command and directly let them move freely, while he himself walked around the castle with Hermione.

Just after walking a few steps, a person followed behind him, Zheng Fan looked back and saw that it was Quirrell who had just walked out of the classroom.

“Professor Quirrell?” Zheng Fan raised one eyebrow.

“Eh, Zheng-san.” Quirrell looked at Zheng Fan and looked at Hermione a little embarrassed: “That, Granger-san, can you…?” ”

Hermione looked at the two, nodded, and said to Zheng Fan: “Fan, then I’ll go to the tower and wait for you first.” ”

“Okay, I’ll be here in a minute.”

After Hermione left, Quirrell cleared his throat: “Mr. Zheng, do you have any thoughts about today’s class?” ”

Zheng Fan gave him a strange look: “Opinion? A very normal class, tomorrow we have an outdoor class, isn’t it good for you to teach us this, I see that many students are impressed with you. ”

Quirrell opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally held back.

Maybe he felt something, he only used the Silent Spell and the Phantom Charm at that time, in front of Voldemort’s kind of spell master, it was likely to be a little loophole, but so what, Voldemort didn’t know that it was himself who was following him, even if he knew, there was nothing to do, if there were reasons to tear his face, there would have long been a lot, and it would not be increased by a unicorn hunt.

Seeing that Zheng Fan did not intend to admit it, Quirrell sighed and turned to another topic.

“Mr. Zheng, you should remember when you were at Gringotts.”

Zheng Fan laughed twice, it doesn’t make sense to play the fool about this matter, Qi didn’t mention this matter before, Zheng Fan thought he didn’t care anymore, but he didn’t expect that it didn’t take long to be mentioned.

“I almost remember a little.”

“That’s good.” Seeing that Zheng Fan was still planning to admit the account, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, “Mr. Zheng, it’s like this, the things you took away at that time, the master said that most of them didn’t care, after all, they all rely on their strength, but in it, there is a bottle of dark red blood, if possible, I don’t know if you can sell it to me, I need that very much now.” ”

Dragon’s blood.

As soon as Quirrell mentioned that thing, Zheng Fan knew what he was talking about, and in Quirrell’s expectant gaze, Zheng Fan shrugged: “I’m very sorry, that bottle of dragon blood has been made into a potion by me, and it is impossible to sell it to anyone.” ”

Hearing this, Quirrell’s face suddenly became particularly ugly, and he felt that this was Zheng Fan’s refusal in disguise, “Mr. Zheng, this bottle of blood is really important, the master is willing to give two thousand galleons, plus two of his original black magic, this is really all that can be taken out now.” ”

Zheng Fan smacked his lips.

He didn’t care about two thousand galleons, but Voldemort’s original two dark magics, he was a little dazzled.

Looking at Quirrell’s nervous appearance, Zheng Fan shrugged his shoulders and slowly took out a small crystal bottle from the space bag.

At most, it was thirty milliliters, and it contained dragon blood.

“As you can see, Professor Quirrell, the dragon’s blood has really run out, and it is still bubbling in the crucible, no one can turn the potion being made back into raw materials, these are all that is left in my hands, or I will give this to you, you give me those two black magics, and Garon will not want it.”

Looking at the small bottle in Zheng Fan’s hand, Quirrell’s face turned green, but he didn’t expect Zheng Fan to really make that large bottle of dragon blood into a potion, Merlin is on it, how old is he, 11 years old! First grade! At my age, I couldn’t even understand Potions class!

He struggled for a long time, slowly closed his eyes, and it seemed that he had gone to communicate with Voldemort.

Zheng Fan turned on Eagle Vision, and sure enough, on the back of Quirrell’s head, a crimson logo slowly appeared, which was the sign of Voldemort’s awakening.

Then Zheng Fan couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.

The two are now at the edge of the castle, and the Forbidden Forest is outside the window, so the view is good, and Zheng Fan’s eagle vision captured a blue humanoid shadow on the other side of the woods, which is very fast, which is not at all what wizards can do.

Judging by the height, it was the elf that day!

She actually hasn’t left yet, which makes Zheng Fan really a little surprised, it seems that this elf is really hard enough, and he would rather risk being found than find himself.

What the hell is she looking for herself? What she is looking for is not a wizard who is Zheng Fan, but a wizard assassin who is a ghost, and those who are willing to find wizard assassins basically want to kill, even if they are elves, it should not be surprising.

Zheng Fan was not interested in risking being discovered by Dumbledore to go out on a mission during school, so this elf should find someone else.

Just when Zheng Fan was thinking about the elves here, Quirrell also slowed down.

“Mr. Zheng, the master agrees to exchange, but can only give one magic.” He looked at Zheng Fan a little tentatively and said.

Zheng Fan nodded, in fact, it doesn’t matter, one is just one, this bit of dragon blood is too little, if it is not for Voldemort’s urgent use, he can also buy it. _

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