Harry Potter's Dharma

Tom didn't know what Zheng Fan was thinking, but since Zheng Fan shuddered, it gave Tom a chance. Tom hurriedly stepped forward and tried to snatch the robe.

An enchanted item didn't have to stay on its original owner's body. Only then could Tom absorb its original owner's life force.

As long as Tom protected the robe, it would be difficult for Zheng Fan to destroy it.

In other words, once Zheng Fan completely turned into a corpse and came back to life, Zheng Fan's robe would no longer be of any use to him.

"You wish."

Zheng Fan sensed his thoughts and kicked Tom, who was pouncing on him.

Tom had always thought that Zheng Fan would directly attack with her wand, but he did not expect that this man, 01001, would actually directly kick him.

One had to know that in a battle between mages, using physical attacks, or rather physical attacks, was actually a very shameless and hooligan behavior.

It wasn't as if Zheng Fan couldn't do something like that.

Zheng Fan kicked Tom, but because Tom was almost materialized, he didn't pass through the kick. Instead, he was kicked away.

Then, Zheng Fan grabbed Slytherin's uniform from the ground.

"Hmph, I won't let you get away with it."

Zheng Fan said.

"Is that so?

I think it's very troublesome for you to use magic now. "

Tom looked at Zheng Fan and said.

Zheng Fan didn't say anything because Tom was right. It was indeed troublesome for him to use magic now. He didn't feel it before, but now, he felt that his life force was almost depleted.

Even standing here was a task that required him to muster all his strength, not to mention casting magic.

How many more times could he use magic?

Zheng Fan couldn't even use a low-level spell like Flame Spell more than a few times.

Maybe twice?

Or three times?

It would take some time to burn a robe, and Tom could stop himself from doing so.

But …

Tom had forgotten that Zheng Fan and Tom were not the only two people in this place.

There was a third person.

A person who felt awkward and hid from the start.

"Hiss …"

Zheng Fan suddenly used Snake Language. Since the Basilisk was going to form a contract with him that Tom didn't know existed, it was time for Zheng Fan to test the Basilisk.

"What?!"

Tom didn't expect Zheng Fan to do this. He quickly used Snake Language to control the Basilisk.

However, Zheng Fan, who had the knowledge of the Blood Contract, had the upper hand. After a while, the Basilisk crawled out of the hole and stared at Tom.

It had already treated its original owner as an enemy.

Of course, the basilisk didn't attack immediately. After all, it wasn't without reason that Tom could control the basilisk for so long. He had the reason that the basilisk would submit to him, so the basilisk didn't attack rashly.

B......

That was enough.

Zheng Fan looked at Tom. It was enough that the Basilisk could stand between him and Tom.

This way, Tom wouldn't be able to attack him directly, and he would be able to do what he needed to do.

"You can just restrict him like this."

Zheng Fan knew that the basilisk could not attack immediately, so he told the basilisk.

"Because soon, your original owner will disappear before your eyes."

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, the Basilisk didn't know why Zheng Fan would come to such a conclusion, but since he had already said so, and the other party was also a master that he recognized, the Basilisk chose to believe Zheng Fan.

After a while, the Basilisk had already embedded the other party in its eyes. Tom wouldn't be killed by the Basilisk's eyes, but he would be blocked by the huge Basilisk.

Another flame incantation caused the robe to burn in Zheng Fan's hands …

As the robe burned, Tom's body also began to emit smoke. The appearance of the smoke made the Basilisk know that its original owner didn't have much time left.

Then, after Zheng Fan's robe was completely burned, Zheng Fan began to lie on the ground and feel his life force slowly returning from Tom.

After all, if Tom was already dead, then it was only a matter of time before his life force returned.

"Master, are you okay?"

The Basilisk wandered around Zheng Fan and looked at him.

Zheng Fan just felt that something was wrong with his eyes, so he drank another bottle of potion that Hermione gave him.

He couldn't recover his vision yet, otherwise, he would be killed by this Basilisk.

Of course, Zheng Fan couldn't tell the Basilisk this. He just looked at the Basilisk that was waiting to form a Blood Contract with him and said with a smile.

"It's still a Voldemort!

Don't talk about finding a medium, it took me a lot of effort just to face him face to face. Let me rest for a while. "

As Zheng Fan said this, the Basilisk didn't seem to believe it. It looked at Zheng Fan and wandered around him. Its eyes more or less revealed that it knew that Zheng Fan was joking.

Zheng Fan didn't say anything. Since he had already said so, 4.0 should be treated as such.

Anyway, the Basilisk couldn't protest anything.

"By the way, do you want to be made into a bracelet or a necklace?"

Zheng Fan said to the Basilisk with a smile.

It seemed like he was giving the Basilisk a choice, but in fact, it was just a joke. After all, no matter what it was, it was still an accessory on his body.

"If I remember correctly, Master, I can become a tattoo."

Wait?

What?

Tattoo?

In other words, he didn't need to worry about the possibility of being left alone in order to carry this snake with him at all times?

And …

If it was a tattoo, did that mean that his tattoo would move during a battle and something like that would appear?