Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan paused for a moment before replying with a smile.

"Oh, I'm here to play with you guys."

He's really here to have fun?

When James heard that, he suddenly felt uneasy. He felt that there was something fishy about it.

"Alright, I'm just a third-year student. Even if I'm the school leader, I'm still a third-year student, right?"

Zheng Fan patted James's shoulder and said.

"If you really want me to say something, I'm a little regretful. I'm young and hot-blooded, and now I can't even find someone to play with?"

Zheng Fan's words left James speechless.

James would never believe that Zheng Fan regretted ruining someone else's party.

But if Zheng Fan was depressed because he couldn't find anyone to play with, James felt that it was more believable.

After all, when a person reached James's age, they should understand that a child actually valued "playmates" very much.

Even if they weren't "friends", they definitely couldn't lack too many playmates.

And Zheng Fan didn't even have one.

Ever since he came to Holvos and Slytherin, he was already standing at the top of the entire school. Everyone wanted to ride his coattails, and no one thought that he was just an ordinary student.

Of course, Zheng Fan wasn't an ordinary student, but James didn't know that.

"Then it's my turn."

Regardless of whether Zheng Fan came to find him just to join in or for other purposes, James had already given up on struggling.

After all, it was normal for a child to occasionally want to play, even if that person was Zheng Fan.

James said and picked up a weird-flavored bean.

"Ahhh!"

James suddenly pounced on Zheng Fan, but he didn't really pounce on him and sat back down.

The effect of the bean was actually only for a moment.

Zheng Fan looked at James and was stunned.

"Wolf?"

Zheng Fan asked.

"Should be a leopard or a lion."

Another fifth-year student couldn't help but interrupt Zheng Fan because the atmosphere was too relaxed.

"Ugh …"

Zheng Fan knew that she must have answered wrongly, so she looked at the fifth-grade student. Although her gaze was pitiful, it still frightened the others.

They had not interacted much with Zheng Fan, but they knew from various rumors that she was not a child to be trifled with. Now that she was looking at them, no matter what kind of gaze she used, it was quite scary.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

However, Zheng Fan did not realize this. All he knew was that these people were more familiar with the game than he was. Similarly, they were more familiar with how the animals expressed themselves.

He must have guessed wrong this time.

Without waiting for James to announce the answer, he directly threw a bean to James.

"I don't care. Do it again!"

Zheng Fan's body was no longer that of a "little shota", but the way she pouted because she was unconvinced was still as cute as a shota.

The bodies of Asians matured much later than those of Westerners, and Zheng Fan was a clear example of this.

Seeing Zheng Fan like this, James naturally obeyed. He hurriedly ate one and continued to speculate.

There were not many types of odd-flavored beans.

After Zheng Fan forced James to eat a lot of food, Zheng Fan figured out the rules of the game and guessed a few of them correctly. This made the other students realize that Zheng Fan was completely different from the rumors. Suddenly, they were not as scared as they were before.

Immediately, another student casually picked up one from the pile of odd-flavored beans and threw it into his mouth.

There was even a student who gave Zheng Fan the locomotive as a prank.

When Zheng Fan's ears were smoking, he directly pounced on the student who played the prank on him and started to play with him.

This kind of approachable school leader was actually very popular among these people. Zheng Fan also didn't know what happened to him that made him want to play with them.

One must know that even though he looked like a fourteen-year-old child on the outside, he was already an adult on the inside.

Because of this, Zheng Fan should be the one who matured the earliest in the entire school.

At least, his mental age was the oldest.

However, Zheng Fan didn't know if it was because he was still a child, but recently, he had been doing childish things more and more often.

When it was almost eleven or twelve o 'clock at night, because the others were about to go to bed, Zheng Fan also got tired of playing, so he didn't stay any longer and left the room.

When he left, Zheng Fan clearly felt that James didn't only respect him for 747, but also a sense of affection.

This made Zheng Fan suddenly think that his personal guards should be like this.

They wouldn't feel too much respect because of him, and they would occasionally joke with him, but at the same time, they would do everything for him.

In order to stand at the top of the magic world, he must have a personal guard.

However, how to choose his personal guard became a very troublesome matter for Zheng Fan.

Because of this, Zheng Fan struggled until one or two o 'clock in the morning before falling asleep. After all, his body was that of a child, and a child couldn't afford to stay up all night.

Moreover, staying up all night was just taxing on his brain, so he fell asleep soon after.

When he woke up the next day, it was already the new semester, and Zheng Fan elegantly skipped his first herbal medicine class of the new semester.

After washing up, Zheng Fan walked out of his dormitory and happened to see a fifth-grade student who had just left his dormitory for class.

When the student saw Zheng Fan, he waved at Zheng Fan and greeted him.

It was Zheng Fan's first time seeing such a way of greeting. Normally, people would stand properly and bow to him.