Harry Potter's Dharma

Ever since Zheng Fan's fight with Billy in the corridor, most of the Slytherins had no choice but to acknowledge Zheng Fan's strength – even if Zheng Fan was a new student, even if Zheng Fan was an Asian, they all expressed their respect for Zheng Fan. One of the reasons was that when Zheng Fan entered the room, all of the Slytherins moved aside to allow Zheng Fan to enter first.

Seeing Zheng Fan walk in like a king surrounded by all the first-year students of Slytherin, many of the Glaffindor students had a subtle expression on their faces.

Zheng Fan looked at the Slytherins in the classroom, then found a seat and sat down.

Most of the Slytherins lowered their heads when they met Zheng Fan's gaze. Even though they said that they did not agree with the hierarchy of the Slytherins, they still subconsciously showed weakness in front of the strongest student in their grade.

The so-called Slytherins, who represented courage, were nothing in the face of strength.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"Um, Mr. Zheng, can I sit here?"

Zheng Fan turned his head. The one who spoke was the platinum-haired youth, Draco Malfoy.

"Suit yourself."

With Zheng Fan's permission, Malfoy quickly patted his robe and sat down. He nervously placed the book he brought on the table and looked at Zheng Fan's table.

There was nothing there, not even a quill in sight.

"Uh, Mr. Zheng, you didn't bring your textbook?"

Zheng Fan's eyes were half-closed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. "I don't need a textbook."

This answer was not clear, but Malfoy did not dare to ask. He had seen Zheng Fan's strength before. Even the Year 7 students might not be able to defeat Zheng Fan, let alone himself.

Many of the surrounding Slytherins looked at Malfoy angrily. After their families had heard of Zheng Fan's strength, they had urged them to build a good relationship with Zheng Fan. In the end, before they could do anything, Malfoy had beaten them to it. How hateful!

Zheng Fan suddenly remembered something and said, "I remember when you were on the train, you wanted to bring people to watch Professor Quirrell. What happened?"

"Ah, you actually paid attention to me back then?"

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Malfoy revealed a look of fear and trepidation, and then hurriedly said, "At that time, I took Crabbe and Gore to the faculty compartment. But for some reason, when we were about to open the door of the faculty compartment, we all felt dizzy and had to retreat."

Zheng Fan nodded. It seemed that Voldemort had no intention of interacting with these kids.

Not far away, Harry Potter was looking at Zheng Fan.

Ronald Weasley noticed this and came over. "Harry, look at what those evil Slytherins are doing. Be careful, they might come after you!"

Harry looked at him. "Ronald, he's really something. He's the same age as us, but he's able to turn all the freshmen in the academy into his followers. Even that annoying Malfoy has to be respectful to him. How did he manage to do that?"

"… Maybe it's some kind of evil force from the East. You know, those Easterners are always mysterious and scary," Ronald said, curling his lips.

Harry was a little speechless. What was this friend of his talking about?

Zheng Fan suddenly narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ronald Weasley from afar.

With just one glance, Ronald suddenly felt his whole body turn cold.

Fortunately, the professor finally arrived at that moment.

Snape was still wearing his most iconic black robe. Even the undershirt was black. Together with his black hair, his whole person seemed to exude a dark and evil aura.

He was like a big bat, sweeping across the entire classroom. Finally, he stopped firmly on the podium and swept his sharp gaze across the entire room.

When he saw Zheng Fan, he curled his lips slightly.

When he saw Harry Potter, his eyes suddenly filled with hatred. Zheng Fan saw it very clearly. It seemed that Snape's hatred for Harry Potter was not fake. This man was very mysterious and very contradictory. He did hate Harry, but he also protected Harry.

"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of making this potion," Snape said.

His voice was slightly louder than a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said clearly. This was one of Snape's language skills, and no one dared to cause trouble in his class.

"Since there are no silly people waving their wands around here, many of you won't believe that this is magic.

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the white smoke coming out of the pot that's simmering over a slow fire. You won't truly understand the mysterious power of the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people lose their minds. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death, but there must be one condition, and that is that you aren't the kind of idiots that I often meet."

Snape's poisonous tongue was as strong as ever. Zheng Fan was willing to bet that if Snape had stopped being a wizard and become a lawyer, his income would not have been lower than it was now.

After his opening speech, Snape looked at Harry Potter.

“ Potter!”

Snape suddenly said. "If I add powdered narcissus root to the mugwort infusion, what will I get?"

What powdered narcissus root in what infusion?

Harry glanced at Ronald, and Ronald was as stunned as he was.

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

Snape curled his lips in disdain.

"Tsk, tsk. Looks like fame isn't everything."

Zheng Fan's expression became subtle.

He knew about the grudge between Snape and Harry Potter, but he was a professor. Why would he be so serious with an eleven-year-old child?

How stupid.

"Let's try again.

Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it? "

Looking at Harry Potter's embarrassed expression, Malfoy couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing him laugh, his two followers, Crabb and Gore, also laughed. Their laughter was even more exaggerated than Malfoy's, and they were shaking.

At that moment, Malfoy suddenly noticed that Zheng Fan had been expressionless the whole time, and when he laughed, Zheng Fan frowned faintly.

Realizing that his superficial behavior might have annoyed Zheng Fan, he hurriedly whispered to Crabbe and Gore, "Stop laughing, have some self-control!"

"I don't know, sir."

Harry Potter whispered. He had seen what had happened to Zheng Fan from afar, and he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Zheng Fan.

Snape didn't need to turn around to know what had happened. Zheng Fan was a precocious person, so he definitely didn't like Malfoy who made fun of others. Snape didn't intend to interfere in this matter either.

"I don't think you've read a single book before school started, have you, Potter?"

Snape said coldly. He then turned around to look at Zheng Fan, who hadn't reacted at all.

"Zheng Fan, you answer this question."

Zheng Fan rolled her eyes. "The solution is the water of life and death. The bezoar is in the stomach of the cow. Professor, if you have the time to test a student who knows nothing, you might as well teach others how to make magic potions."

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, even the Slytherins were shocked, let alone the Glaffindors.

How much courage did she have to speak to Snape like that?

Ronald sucked in a breath of cold air. "He doesn't want to live anymore!"

Harry Potter was also dumbfounded.

Under everyone's gaze, Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Zheng Fan. After a while, he strode towards the podium.

"Let's start class."

The sound of jaws dropping to the ground could be heard in the room.

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