Harry Potter's Dharma

After getting out of the carriage, Zheng Fan took Hermione's hand and walked towards the carriage shed.

The Hogwarts Express did not stop at the school gate. It was a long way to get to the castle. Freshmen had to cross the lake by boat, but those like Zheng Fan who had already crossed the lake once did not need to do so. They could directly take the Night Vernon carriage.

In the darkness of the night, Zheng Fan took Hermione's hand and found a random carriage to sit in.

He looked at the strange creature pulling the carriage.

It looked a little like a reptile. There was no flesh on its body, and its black fur was tightly clung to its skeleton. Every bone was clearly visible.

Its head was very similar to a dragon's head. Its pupil-less eyes were white, and they stared fixedly at the carriage.

There were large, black, and tough wings growing out of its shoulder bones. It looked like it belonged to a giant bat. This was the Night Vernon, an animal that symbolized bad luck in the wizarding world.

Ordinary wizards could not see this creature. In order to see it, one had to have faced death. In this peaceful era, how many people had seen people die?

The nurses in the hospital might have seen it, but other people … It was very difficult.

At least Zheng Fan was sure that Hermione could not see it.

He smiled and shook his head. He could see these animals very clearly … He had killed 203 people. How could he not see it?

"Fan, what's wrong?" Hermione asked when she saw Zheng Fan's bitter smile.

"Nothing. I just felt a little emotional when I saw the school."

Zheng Fan said. He did not want to worry Hermione over such a small matter. Although Hermione was a child of a Muggle family, as long as she was human …

She would be more or less superstitious.

However, when Zheng Fan arrived at the castle gate, he saw many people standing there. A few of them saw him from afar and walked towards him.

Zheng Fan frowned and gently jumped off the carriage.

A few wizards in purple robes walked towards him. They looked at Zheng Fan with fear and displeasure. Behind them, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also walked over.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Are you here for a party?" Zheng Fan raised his eyebrows and asked.

A purple-robed Magus spoke coldly, "Van Zheng, according to the information we've received, you were involved in a serious magical accident in Edinburgh during the Christmas holidays, causing a total of more than forty Magi to be injured!

You need to come with us for investigation! "

Zheng Fan frowned. "Sir, I don't think you have that right."

"I think I do."

He reached into his robe and took out a document to prove his identity. As expected, he was a member of the Ministry of Magic, a violent organization that specialized in dealing with vicious cases. If the Auror were a group of secret agents, then these thugs were the real henchmen.

Zheng Fan was already annoyed that people used Western customs to pronounce his name backwards, and he didn't like the trouble of it either. Now that this person had taken advantage of these two points, it really gave him a headache.

Professor McGonagall walked over and said unhappily, "I'm sorry, but I don't think you can treat my student like this without any evidence. All underage Magi have traces on their bodies. Why don't you use the traces to judge this case?"

Hearing McGonagall's words, the thugs all frowned. The key was that they hadn't detected any traces on Zheng Fan's body. If there were traces and there was evidence, would they still be so polite?

They would have just thrown Van Zheng into the Wyson Bridge!

"Traces?

This is an even more heinous crime. We now have reason to believe that Mr. Van Zheng used some terrifying method to remove the traces on his body. This is a provocation to the Ministry of Magic and must be put on trial! "

Another thug quickly followed up and even gave Zheng Fan a new crime.

Hermione jumped down from the carriage and stood beside Zheng Fan. He nervously looked at these tall, burly Magi who were filled with killing intent.

Zheng Fan squinted his eyes. These Magi were most likely members of Magi families who had suffered losses in the Edinburgh incident. The Roth family and the Jops family were both super families in Scotland. If they suffered losses, more than one or two families would be implicated. They didn't need any evidence now. What they wanted was for Zheng Fan to be in trouble. Only then would they be able to vent their anger!

At this moment, the other students who had arrived in the carriages also jumped down from their carriages and gathered around. Seeing that Zheng Fan was surrounded, Slytherin students of various grades all walked over. Among them, the more bad-tempered ones even took out their wands.

Seeing the reaction of the students, the thugs were instantly enraged, "What are you doing!

What are you doing!

What are these students doing? Has Hogwarts become a lawless place? "

"Hey, mister, you can't just spout nonsense. My uncle is a member of the Wyson Bridge. Be careful, or I'll send you to the bench!" A Slytherin student sneered.

"Just as well. My father is an inspector. I'll get him to investigate how you pieces of shit spend your funds every day. How about that?"

"That's a good idea. I'll get my aunt to investigate you guys too!"

The students went on and on, causing the thugs to break out in cold sweat. They had been working in the Ministry of Magic for too long and had forgotten what kind of place Hogwarts was.

Indeed, most of the students here were weak in magic. Students who weren't even in their fifth year didn't have any decent fighting ability. But … the heavens had pity on them. These kids, especially the ones from Slytherin, were mostly the children of rich families or officials!

What ability did thugs like them have to fight with so many rich young masters and princesses?

Thinking of this, the thugs couldn't be bothered to argue with Zheng Fan. They hurriedly muttered a few words, put on their hoods, and walked away.

Looking at the fleeing figures of the thugs, Zheng Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He turned around and looked at the Slytherin students behind him.

"Thank you, thank you. Looks like I've underestimated the power of Slytherin. Dinner is on me. Everyone, hurry up and eat."

The crowd booed. The dinner was on the school, how did it become his treat?

Amidst the laughter, he walked up to the professors.