Harry Potter's Dharma

Chapter Thirty-Six You Chase Me

"Hey, brats, what are you trying to do?"

Before the Griffindors could reach them, Malfoy and a few others stood in their way.

"Oh, get out of my way, Malfoy, or I'll show you what I'm made of," Ronald yelled.

Ronald said loudly. At the same time, he subconsciously glanced back to see if the girls were impressed by his courage and handsomeness.

Harry looked at the scene awkwardly. He wanted to persuade his friend to stop messing around, but he didn't want the others to think that he was helping Slytherin, so he could only stay where he was.

Malfoy sneered, "You're just a useless Weasley. What do you want me to see?

See how poor your family is? "

"Malfoy!" Ronald roared, waving his fist as he charged forward.

Malfoy subconsciously took a step back, but before Ronald could reach him, he slammed into an invisible wall, and his whole body was plastered to it.

The students looked at Zheng Fan, who was sitting on the broom in mid-air. He was putting his wand away, "Let's stop this nonsense. Students of Slytherin, return to your positions. The professor will be here soon. Don't embarrass yourself."

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, the students of Slytherin hurriedly returned to their positions. Malfoy, on the other hand, was still provoking Ronald and the others with his expression. The Griffindors couldn't help but be furious.

Zheng Fan slowly lowered his altitude and looked down at the first-year students of Slytherin.

"Come on, all of you. If anyone can catch my robe in the air, I'll fulfill one of your requests, no matter what it is."

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, the Slytherin students were shocked.

"Zheng!

How can you do that! "

"You can't do that!"

"That's not fair!"

The eyes of the Griffindos lit up. They had all seen Zheng Fan's strength, and it was impossible for them to have an advantage over her in terms of magic. However, brooms were different. It was their first time playing with a broom. Even if Zheng Fan was more talented, what could she do?

He had so many people on his side!

Under the Slytherin's gaze, the students of Griffindor acted as if they had eaten Stride. One by one, they rode on their flying brooms and soared into the sky. Among them, five or six students who didn't have high innate talents fell to the ground as soon as they took off and cried out in pain. In addition to those who didn't participate in the fight from the beginning, only four of them managed to fly into the sky.

Among them, Ronald Weasley took the lead. Looking at Zheng Fan's leisurely appearance, he didn't know why, but he felt more and more angry.

Why was there such a huge gap between them when they were both freshmen?

Why were their parents so useless while they, the Slytherins, could live a life of luxury?

He hated Slytherin. He hated every Slytherin!

And now, it was time for revenge!

Although Ronald Weasley wasn't very powerful, it wasn't his first time playing with a flying broom. He had played with it at least a dozen times at home!

No matter how talented Zheng Fan was, there was no way she could beat the four of them!

Moreover, Zheng Fan was a Celestial who had never come into contact with Quidditch before!

He looked at his three companions behind him and shouted, "Let's go!"

Zheng Fan sat on the broom and watched the four of them rush towards her. Two of the students were quite strong. They even drew an arc, planning to outflank her from both sides.

Ronald Weasley didn't have that ability. On the broom given by the school, he had to use all his strength to control the broom so that it wouldn't vibrate. He could only rush in a straight line and try to suppress Zheng Fan with his speed.

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan shook his head. Too weak. These Griffindors didn't give him any chance to test his control skills.

In less than ten seconds, Zheng Fan moved a few times and caused the four of them to crash into each other and fall down together.

Seeing the four Weasleys falling from the sky, the students all screamed.

Fortunately, just as they were about to fall to their deaths, Zheng Fan cast a Levitation Spell in midair and caught all four of them. Then, she casually threw them to the ground.

Ronald had already fainted from the shock. Zheng Fan ignored him and looked at someone who hadn't participated in the fight from the beginning.

"Harry Potter," he said.

Harry looked over, a little confused. He didn't know why Zheng Fan would suddenly mention him.

"You try." Zheng Fan gestured at the broom with his chin.

"Uh, you mean riding a broom?

Sorry, I can't do it. I've never played with a broom before … "Harry said, a little embarrassed.

Zheng Fan smiled and shook his head. "That's okay. You have talent, Harry Potter. Your father is a great ball finder. You can do it too. I believe in you."

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Harry felt his blood suddenly flow faster.

Growing up, he hadn't heard much praise from others. Even when he came to Griffindor, everyone was close to him because of his reputation. He had lived in oppression since he was young, so he was very sensitive to these things.

Zheng Fan's words of "You have talent, I believe in you" almost made Harry tremble.

As for Zheng Fan saying that his father was a ball finder, Harry didn't care too much. Under Zheng Fan's gaze, he took a deep breath and walked to the broom. He reached out and picked it up, imitating the way the previous Griffindors had done. Then, he gently pushed with his legs and the broom rose into the air!

Seeing Harry Potter's actions, the Slytherin students had different expressions. They realized that Zheng Fan's choice of Harry Potter wasn't without reason. This kid was really talented!

More talented than any of the seniors they had ever seen!

"Harry really did it!"

"Can Zheng Fan see other people's talent?"

"Are you kidding me?

Even the professors can't see other people's talent! "

"Maybe he's just that good!

Otherwise, how can you explain how he's so strong at the age of eleven? "

The students discussed animatedly.

Zheng Fan, on the other hand, just hooked his finger.

"Come on, try to catch up to me, Harry Potter. Catch up to me. If you can catch up to me, I'll fulfill one of your wishes."

Harry Potter took a deep breath and leaned on the broom.

"I'll do my best!