Harry Potter's Dharma

Sure enough, after dinner that night, Zheng Fan was stopped by Snape before she could go back to her dorm to hide.

"Zheng Fan, what stupid thing did you do!"

Snape brought Zheng Fan to his office and started to scold her. His attitude was exactly the same as some people on the Chinese forum.

Zheng Fan clicked her tongue. "What did I do to you again?

I'm now a five-star student at Slytherin. You didn't give me a scholarship, and now you're calling me stupid? "

"McGonagall saw you asking Potter to be your training partner. Now she's applying for an exception to let Potter join the Quidditch team!

Do you know what this means?

It means that the guy I hate the most in this school is going to be in the most glorious competition! "Snape ignored Zheng Fan's bullsh * t and said angrily.

Zheng Fan coughed dryly. "It has nothing to do with me. How would I know something like this would happen?"

"It's fine if you don't know, but it's already happened. You have to do something. How about this? I'll apply for an exception to let you join the Quidditch team. You'll be in charge of educating Potter."

"Huh?"

Zheng Fan looked at Snape in confusion. "Are you kidding me? I already said that this has nothing to do with me. Why do I have to do something?"

"Because you're Slytherin's student, and I'm the dean!" Snape realized that he wasn't in the right, so he quickly used his status to suppress her.

"If I get rid of you, does that mean I'll be the dean?"

"You can try."

Snape's hand gripped his magic wand. He wouldn't underestimate Zheng Fan, and he wouldn't think about whether Zheng Fan was telling the truth or not. In his opinion, Zheng Fan was a Ghost Assassin. He would be courting death if he dared to be arrogant with Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan looked at Snape's hand that was reaching for his magic wand and sighed helplessly.

"Don't be so nervous. Do you have to be so nervous in front of a new student?"

"Do you think you're a proper new student?" Snape mocked.

Zheng Fan ignored his sarcasm. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about this? I'll help you guys with Quidditch, but you'll have to teach me how to concoct a potion. You don't have to do anything, you just have to guide me."

Zheng Fan was referring to his Dragon Power Potion. It was a very advanced potion. In the original novel, Hermione had concocted a potion called "Compound Decoction" when he was in his second year of high school. It took him more than a month to concoct it. The Dragon Power Potion was more advanced and powerful than the Compound Decoction, so it definitely required more time to concoct. If no one helped him, Zheng Fan couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't waste the rare dragon blood in his hands.

Snape didn't know that Zheng Fan was thinking about such a high-level potion. When he heard that Zheng Fan only needed him to teach her how to make a potion, he immediately agreed.

"Oh yeah, you also need a broom. I heard that McGonagall is planning to buy a Nimbus 2000 for Potter. You can't buy something too bad," Snape said.

Zheng Fan was dumbfounded. "You mean, you're not going to pay?

Professor McGonagall is paying for it himself! "

"Heh, you can buy a few brooms just by killing an intermediate wizard. Why do you need a poor professor like me to pay for you?"

Snape sneered. Zheng Fan rolled his eyes. He couldn't even be bothered to refute. "How many times have I told you that I'm not an assassin? Sigh, forget it, I don't need you. I'll buy it myself. I'll rely on you for my potion. If you mess it up, I'll make sure the whole of Slytherin suffer."

After saying that, Zheng Fan left Snape's office.

Snape fell into deep thought as he watched Zheng Fan leave.

Was Zheng Fan a Ghost Assassin or not?

Based on the information he had, Zheng Fan definitely had something to do with the Ghost Assassin. However, Zheng Fan's performance didn't reveal his identity at all.

Snape clicked his tongue and decided to ignore this question for now. So what if Zheng Fan was a Ghost Assassin? He didn't care!

Even if the sky fell, Dumbledore would hold it up. Who told him to trust Zheng Fan?

After leaving Snape's office, Zheng Fan walked towards Slytherin's common room with ease. Halfway there, he suddenly met someone who surprised him.

“ Harry Potter？”

He narrowed his eyes and muttered the boy's name. The boy quickly nodded cautiously. "Good evening, Fan. I saw Snape calling you out, so I was wondering if it was because of what happened during the day … Well, I mean, if he wants to punish you, I can testify that you didn't cause any trouble …"

Zheng Fan speechlessly looked at the boy with round glasses. He didn't want to talk to this guy too much. Otherwise, people would think that he was gay. Hermione was still waiting for him to pursue her, and it wouldn't be good if any rumors spread. After all, anything could happen in the world of rotting.

"Don't worry, nothing happened. Professor Snape just wanted to talk to me about my studies."

Zheng Fan shrugged. He didn't mention to Harry that he was going to be selected for the Quidditch team. If he did, this kid would probably agree with him and continue to pester him.

After casually sending Harry Potter away, Zheng Fan returned to the common room.

As expected, he didn't come back. Billy didn't go to sleep either. He was sitting on the sofa in the common room, reading a book. When he saw Zheng Fan return, Billy put down his book and looked at him.

"Boss, what happened?

Did the dean give you trouble? "

"No." Zheng Fan shook his head and looked at Billy.

"Billy, when is the next meeting of the leaders?"

Billy was stunned. He didn't expect Zheng Fan to care about this kind of thing. However, he quickly replied, "There's one tomorrow, boss. After dinner tomorrow, in an empty classroom on the fourth floor."

"Okay, tell the Prefect and the Head of the Student Council that I'll be there. Oh yeah, who's the Quidditch team leader in our school?"

"Marcus Flint, boss. He's a sixth-year student."

"How good is he?"

"In Quidditch … Uh, he's okay. If he doesn't foul, he's an average player. However, if you consider his foul techniques, he's a genius." Billy was a little disgusted when he evaluated this person. He didn't like players who foul.

"Okay, I understand." Zheng Fan nodded.

Then, under Billy's shocked gaze, Zheng Fan smiled. "If he's not a strong team leader, then I'll just give up my position. After all, I'm not the type to be led by others."

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