Harry Potter's Dharma

Malfoy and Zheng Fan got out of the car.

Then Malfoy introduced Zheng Fan to his father as the leader of his academy, a second-year student.

Malfoy didn't tell Lucius about Zheng Fan's grade because Malfoy, who was in the same grade as Zheng Fan, didn't have Zheng Fan's achievements. In Lucius' eyes, this was very unacceptable.

If he said it out loud, Lucius would probably start scolding his son for being incompetent again.

Perhaps it was because Malfoy did a good job with the media, or perhaps it was because Zheng Fan had done his family a favor, but Lucius didn't lose his temper.

He looked at Zheng Fan and laughed.

"Are you the youngest and most promising academy leader of Slytherin?"

Lucius asked.

"Yes, sir."

Zheng Fan was just being polite. After all, Zheng Fan could still pretend to be polite if he wanted to.

In the upper-class society, if one did not pretend to be courteous and courteous, one would have a bad impression of them. Not to mention, Zheng Fan still had to get in touch with people of other sorcerer bloodlines and people of other magical worlds, so that he could rule the whole magical world in the future.

Needless to say, Zheng Fan really wanted to let this person see and feel the power of a high-level program.

Lucius naturally did some research on Zheng Fan, so he knew that Zheng Fan's ability was actually higher than his son's.

Not to mention that Zheng Fan and his son were in the same grade.

This was something that Malfoy wanted to avoid from the beginning.

But Lucius wasn't angry. He just glanced at Malfoy with a smile on his face.

Probably because of what Malfoy had done before, Lucius didn't get angry immediately. Instead, he turned his thoughts in another direction.

In other words, Malfoy brought the person with the most potential in his academy to his home.

After all, Malfoy was no longer his pampered son — at least, that was what Lucius felt.

Lucius brought Zheng Fan to his small castle — because it was too close to a villa, he just described it as a villa — and then said to the two girls.

"Take Mr. Zheng to his room first, and then I'll take you on a good tour of our house later."

As Lucius spoke, he asked the maids to bring Zheng Fan to his room. On the way, Malfoy also said that he would go to his room to tidy it up.

The huge suitcase was carried by a few slender maids, which made Zheng Fan a little embarrassed. After all, she was still a girl.

Although this was her job, it wasn't wrong.

Zheng Fan followed the maid into a guest room. It wasn't an exaggeratedly large room, but it was very spacious and clean. The bed was covered with red sheets, giving Zheng Fan a feeling of nobility.

Zheng Fan looked at everything in front of him and finally understood where Malfoy's strange thoughts of being a tycoon came from.

After all, with Malfoy's current position, it was impossible that he didn't have such a rich mentality.

If she grew's's family, she would also become a tycoon.

In terms of assets, Zheng's's family's...

How much money did they have in the treasury?

Zheng Fan was too lazy to keep count, but he knew that even if he could buy the land of the Malfoy Family with the money in his vault, he might not be able to buy the temperament, status, and connections that the Malfoy Family had accumulated over a long period of time.

Perhaps it could be done in time, but it was the most troublesome thing.

That was why Malfoy had brought Zheng Fan to his house.

Malfoy knew that his father would definitely bring Zheng Fan to various upper-class places.

And this in itself allowed Zheng Fan to use the method of conquering him to conquer others.

… Begging for fresh flowers …

The era should belong to the new generation.

"Mr. Zheng, may I know where I should put your suitcase?"

The maid asked.

"Over there."

Zheng Fan pointed to a place.

After the maid put the suitcase away, she turned her head and asked.

"Mr. Zheng, Master is waiting for you in the hall. How about we help you pack your luggage?"

Zheng Fan was stunned. He didn't expect the maid to do this.

In other words …

Previously, Zheng Fan promised Malfoy to teach him magic. Wasn't that unnecessary?

After all, so what if he didn't know how to use magic? So what if he didn't know how to pack his luggage?

Malfoy still had his ultimate trump card — the maids!

That's right, everything in Malfoy's house should be packed by the maids. At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly felt that he had miscalculated.

He didn't think of this.

"That … If it's just my clothes, just pack them. Don't touch my other things.

Zheng Fan said casually. Then, when the maid opened Zheng Fan's suitcase, Zheng Fan suddenly shouted, "Hurry up!"

"Wait, it's better if I do it myself."

Then, Zheng Fan waved his wand.

It wasn't that Zheng Fan didn't like the maids. It was just that it was better for him to pack his things himself. Besides, Zheng Fan didn't like others touching his things.

It was just that he had let this world that he hadn't come into contact with feel a little caged.

As Zheng Fan waved his wand, all the things in Zheng Fan's suitcase flew out in an orderly manner. They ran into the wardrobe and the bedside table. Some of the things that didn't need to be touched stayed in the suitcase.

Then, the suitcase flew to the bottom of the bed. It was just like what happened in the Slytherin Academy dormitory.