Harry Potter's Dharma

The effects of the Dragon Power Potion were beyond Zheng Fan's expectations. Perhaps it was because his body wasn't that great to begin with, but after drinking the potion, his entire body had taken a qualitative leap. If Zheng Fan's body was only that of an 11-year-old before he drank the potion, he was now even scarier than a special forces soldier. His body didn't seem to have any muscles, but it contained an explosive power that could make even beasts tremble in fear!

In addition, even though Zheng Fan didn't obtain the ability to breathe fire, he still obtained a large degree of immunity to fire. Now, when a normal fire burned his body, it was like warm water to Zheng Fan, and he didn't feel anything.

Zheng Fan didn't tell Snape about the last change. Even though he believed that Snape wasn't someone who liked to gossip, who knew if Dumbledore would ask him about it?

The next morning, Billy came to deliver breakfast to Zheng Fan as usual. When Zheng Fan saw Billy, he waved his hand.

"Come on, Billy, let's wrestle."

"Huh?"

Billy looked at Zheng Fan in confusion. Zheng Fan, who realized his slip of the tongue, quickly coughed twice. "I mean, let's arm-wrestle. I feel like I've gotten a lot stronger recently.

It's time to get tired of the arm-wrestling that rules Hogwarts. "

Hearing this, Billy grinned. "Arm wrestling?

Boss, you've really kicked an iron plate this time. I'm not bragging, but even in the fifth grade, there aren't many people who can beat me in arm-wrestling, let alone in the fourth grade. With your small body, you should start training from the first and second grades. Otherwise, you'll be easily injured by me. "

"F * ck!" When Zheng Fan heard this, he couldn't take it anymore!

Under Billy's gaze, he walked over to the table in the dorm and sat down without hesitation.

"Come!" Zheng Fan shouted.

Billy shrugged and walked over with a relaxed expression. He didn't even move his joints as he sat directly across from Zheng Fan and stretched out his hand.

"Come on, boss. I'll give you 70% of my strength.

"You're asking for it," Zheng Fan said with a cold smile.

Just then, a few more Slytherin students walked in. The one at the front was the head of the male student council, Rush. As soon as he entered the room, he said, "Sir, we have … Eh, are we going to arm wrestle?"

Most of the people following behind him were members of the meeting. There were also a few errand boys following him. When they heard that they were going to arm wrestle, they all came over to watch the fun.

"Mr. Zheng wants to arm wrestle with Billy?"

Oh, no, sir, you can't be fooled by Billy. He's a violent maniac. There are only four people in this house who can beat him, "James quickly reminded Zheng Fan.

By the way, only five of them came, and one of them was the head of the Female Student Union.

Zheng Fan rolled his eyes. This bunch of bastards were really unruly. Back when they were beaten up like dogs in front of the castle, why didn't they act like this?

Things had really changed now.

If the people's hearts changed, it would not be easy to lead the team.

Zheng Fan sneered at the bunch of idiots who were waiting to watch a good show. "Is anyone willing to bet?"

"Sir, are you serious?" Someone asked.

"Nonsense, I'll bet five Garen on myself!" Zheng Fan took out a Garen from his space bag and slammed it on the table without hesitation.

James came over and said, "I'll be the banker. Anyone want to bet?

Mr. Zheng and Billy, Eastern Metaphysics VS Western … "

"I'll bet 20 Garen on Billy." The third-year leader grinned and handed over the money.

Zheng Fan looked at Rush with a dangerous gaze.

Rush scratched his head awkwardly and took out 10 Garen. "I'll bet 10 Garen on Mr. Zheng …"

Zheng Fan nodded in satisfaction. See, there are still people who understand.

Then, Rush took out 30 Garen. "… I'll bet 30 Garen on Billy."

Zheng Fan:"

Looking at these bastards in front of him, Zheng Fan really wanted to take out his magic wand and give each of them an Avada.

To Zheng Fan's surprise, the leader of the Female Student Council, the one who always looked like she was about to die, with a pale face and a weak voice, had bet fifty Garen on Zheng Fan instead of Billy. Zheng Fan could not help but look at her in surprise.

He remembered that when he fought against nine people at the meeting, this woman was the one who gave advice to the meeting. Maybe she was even more powerful than he thought.

… Flowers … 0

After calculating, Zheng Fan looked at James. "How is it?"

"A total of 110 Galleons bet on you, and 130 Galleons bet on Billy," James laughed.

Zheng Fan snorted. See, so what if there were more people who bet on Billy? He had two tycoons on his side. The two of them could hold up the sky. They were much better than those poor bastards!

He comforted himself as he put his arm down.

"Come, I'll show you what a massacre is!"

James adjusted their positions. Billy's arm span was much longer than Zheng Fan's due to his age. Plus, he had the unique muscle fibers of a Caucasian. His entire arm looked bigger than Zheng Fan's.

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Billy raised his eyebrows at Zheng Fan and laughed. "Boss, it's not too late to stop now.

Zheng Fan ignored him and just adjusted his muscles to warm them up from their normal state.

The five people around him were very enthusiastic. James even shouted that he would take revenge for Zheng Fan after he left the stage.

As the match approached, Billy used the strategy of 'looking down on the enemy strategically and valuing the enemy strategically'. He took a deep breath and flexed his arm muscles. When James waved his hand and said 'Start', he roared and was about to attack!

"Come on, Billy, kill him …"

"Go go go!

Fourth grade violent maniac … "

"Mr. Zheng, Tao Zong!"

"F * ck!"

Before Billy could finish shouting, and before the cheers of the other guys who had joined in the fun could be heard, there was a muffled bang. Billy's arm was pressed against the table by Zheng Fan, and the muffled sound was caused by Zheng Fan's fist hitting the table.

The whole room was silent. Billy stared at his hand in shock. The other people looked like they had been hit by a dog.

Zheng Fan moved his neck and his cervical vertebrae cracked. He had the demeanor of a peerless master. "Still!

Got!

Who got! "