Harry Potter's Dharma

Just as Zheng Fan had expected, Harry Potter's talent with the broom was much better than his talent with magic.

Seeing Harry Potter dashing towards Zheng Fan like an arrow, Glaffindor's students screamed. Even Slytherin's team had surprised expressions on their faces.

"What the hell? This is the first time Potter has touched a broom, and he can control it so well!" A student couldn't help but curse.

"Yeah, even though he's still a far cry from Zheng Fan, I can't help but be jealous..."

Under everyone's gaze, Harry tried his best to control the vehicle that he had just learned. He kept charging towards Zheng Fan, as if he wanted to knock Zheng Fan down. At least, that was what Marco thought. He couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched Harry charge again and again.

"Damn that Potter. If he hurts Sir, he won't be able to bear the responsibility!"

As Harry Potter chased after Zheng Fan, it was as if Zheng Fan was deliberately creating pressure for himself. Every time Harry's hand reached out, he would find the best position to dodge. Watching him fly, people couldn't help but have the illusion that it was easy to learn how to use the flying broom.

Through these detailed operations, Zheng Fan gradually got the feeling of using the flying broom. He was no longer like at the beginning, when he completely relied on the omnipotent riding module to control his body. He began to consciously control the broom himself. In the beginning, this behavior made him almost unable to dodge Harry Potter's charge several times, but he soon got used to it. Although Harry was talented, he was still a newcomer. His skills were not good, and it didn't take long for him to exhaust his stamina and lose.

Harry landed on the ground on the broom and looked at his classmates, a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, everyone. I couldn't catch Zheng Fan. He's too good."

A few students came forward to comfort him. "It can't be helped. Any other freshman wouldn't be able to do it. Sometimes, you just have to believe in the existence of geniuses."

"Yeah, yeah, Harry, you're really good. If it wasn't for Zheng Fan, you would definitely be the best freshman genius in the last few hundred years!"

Seeing how everyone was concerned about Harry, Ronald frowned angrily.

“ Harry！

You could have caught him a few times if you had taken a little risk!

Why are you so cowardly! "He couldn't help but ask.

Harry looked at him in surprise. He wanted to say something, but he had grown up in the house of his abusive uncle, so he didn't know what to say in the face of Ronald's accusation.

Zheng Fan also landed on the ground and put down the broom amidst the cheers of the Slytherin students.

At this time, Mrs. Hooch, the flying class professor, also came. She looked at the chaotic scene — mainly Glaffindor's side. She had a strange expression. "What's going on?"

Ronald's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he quickly ran over. "Professor!

Zheng Fan flew away on a broom without your permission! "

The students of Slytherin cast unfriendly glances at him. Although Slytherin was not united internally, when faced with an idiot like Ronald Weasley, they were terrifyingly united!

Zheng Fan squinted at Ronald.

This red-haired retard, I already hated him when I watched him in the movies. It's fine if he's weak and cowardly, but the key is that he's so ugly!

So ugly!

Under Ronald's expectant gaze, Mrs. Hooch glanced at Zheng Fan. Many of the Slytherin students were already unhappy.

"Professor, five of Glaffindor's students used brooms against the rules, including Ronald Weasley!"

"That's right!"

Mrs. Hooch looked at Zheng Fan, then seemed to think of something. She shook her head. "Quiet!

All quiet!

Class is starting now! "

"What …" Ronald looked at Mrs. Hooch in surprise. What was this?

Zheng Fan used a broom against the rules, and she was just going to let it go?

He quickly said, "Professor, just now Zheng Fan …"

"I just said to be quiet!

Mr. Weasley!

If you insist on messing with the probability, I'll deduct Glaffindor's points! "Mrs. Hooch said unhappily.

Ronald was stunned, and he couldn't help but look defeated.

He looked at Zheng Fan from afar.

He had schemed against Zheng Fan and reported him, but the professor ignored him. Zheng Fan must be laughing at him now.

Although he thought of this and didn't want to look, Ronald couldn't help but look over.

Under his gaze, Zheng Fan was teaching the Slytherin students about flying and didn't pay attention to him at all.

Ronald clenched his teeth tightly.

Was he not even qualified to be laughed at by Zheng Fan?

Looking at Zheng Fan's back, Ronald couldn't help but curse his family. If he hadn't been born in the poor Weasley family, he wouldn't have been looked down upon by those Slytherins!

Zheng Fan didn't care about what Ronald was thinking. He had already decided that when he had time, he would try out other flying tools. Didn't Malfoy say that Chinese wizards liked to use flying carpets? Then he would buy a flying carpet to play with.

At this moment, a person suddenly walked over from afar.

“ Potter！

Potter！”

She shouted Harry Potter's name and walked over. It was Professor McGonagall.

Harry shrunk his neck. He knew that Professor McGonagall must have seen him flying just now. Was she going to punish him now?

Professor McGonagall walked over and looked at Harry, then at Zheng Fan. She sighed and said, "Fan, you're the most talented rider I've ever seen. It's a pity that you're not a student of Glaffindor …" She patted Harry's shoulder as she spoke.

"Potter, come with me."

She looked at Mrs. Hooch and said, "Sorry, can you take Potter away for a while?"

"Oh, Minerva, do as you wish."

The two quickly walked away.

Zheng Fan touched his chin.

He suddenly had a bad feeling. Professor McGonagall took Harry Potter away to play Quidditch. Did that mean he was going to play Quidditch as well?

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