Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan walked into the dining hall. Fortunately, it wasn't the end of the meal yet.

After all, it wasn't strange to have dinner at 10 pm in the West. Therefore, there were a few Ravenclaw students who didn't greet him and were eating secretly.

That's right, it was the Ravenclaw students.

It seemed that the only ones who didn't go out were the Ravenclaw students.

After all, they were Ravenclaw students, which meant that they were the smartest students in the entire academy. Most of them wanted to learn and gain more knowledge through their brains.

Therefore, it wasn't strange that they didn't go out with the students from other academies.

Or rather.

It was strange that the Ravenclaw students were in the welcoming party.

Zheng Fan looked at the Ravenclaw students and thought that he should have something to eat. Suddenly, a student looked up at Zheng Fan.

Her eyes were filled with adoration.

This made Zheng Fan feel a little awkward.

He shouldn't have been worshipped to this extent since he was 16 years old.

Then, the girl looked at the book in her hand as if she was hesitating whether she should greet Zheng Fan or continue reading.

Ravenclaw had always been about knowledge. If a girl was described as a literary girl, then she was probably a Ravenclaw student.

Zheng Fan shrugged and glanced at Hermione. Hermione didn't seem to notice the girl, which made Zheng Fan feel relieved.

Zheng Fan sat on the chair and immediately, a plate of exquisite dishes appeared on his seat.

It was a plate of steak, which was his favorite medium-rare.

Before coming to this world, Zheng Fan couldn't even accept medium-rare steak, but now, he could only accept medium-rare. This world had probably changed Zheng Fan a lot.

Zheng Fan looked around.

No one knew who the chef was, but there must be such a person. After all, delicacies couldn't be casually conjured by magic.

Few people in Holvos didn't know how to conjure food with magic, but everyone's food tasted different. This was the difference between a person's cooking knowledge and practical experience.

Zheng Fan knew this because he had encountered it before.

There must be a genius chef who didn't want others to see him hiding here, preparing every delicious meal for them.

Zheng Fan didn't know who the chef was, but he knew that there must be such a person.

Then, Zheng Fan looked at Hermione.

Hermione's pasta.

Who wouldn't like Italian food?

In the UK, as long as it wasn't "British", it probably wouldn't be considered bad.

Of course, most of the British natives wouldn't notice this, and they wouldn't know why the rest of the world said that there was no good food in Britain.

Zheng Fan finished her dinner. When she raised her head, she saw a group of people looking at her.

When Zheng Fan and Hermione were chatting just now, they didn't feel that anything was wrong.

But now, it seemed that a lot of people had gathered in this restaurant when he wasn't paying attention to it.

Zheng Fan didn't feel any hostility from these people, or perhaps it was because of their "murderous intent", but when he raised his head, he realized that something was wrong.

In front of him, behind him, to his left, and to his right, there were more people than when he first came in.

Zheng Fan felt that something was wrong.

He and Hermione came back late, so there shouldn't be so many people in the restaurant.

However, other than looking at Zheng Fan, these people didn't do anything else. Zheng Fan thought that she was imagining things.

It just so happened that there were so many people here for dinner.

Zheng Fan immediately knew that it wasn't an illusion.

Because when he turned around, he saw a group of people at the door.

And in this group, most of them were girls.

In other words …

The group of girls stared at Zheng Fan at the door as if they were looking at their idol. Their eyes looked like they were about to turn into two hearts.

Zheng Fan looked at Hermione awkwardly.

Hermione didn't notice what happened, but when she saw Zheng Fan's eyes, she noticed that there seemed to be more fangirls nearby.

"I thought that after I came here, I would only have some small fans, or rather, someone who would come to me and say, 'Are you Zheng Fan? I know what you're doing in the Ministry of Magic. I'll help you deal with the Death Eaters and Voldemort.'"

Zheng Fan said.

"Me too … I thought that we would probably form an organization with the same interests, and then everyone would work on magic together. You would be the leader, and our goal would be to deal with Voldemort and B110."

Hermione said awkwardly.

Hermione's words reminded Zheng Fan of the Dumbledore Army that would appear in the original work.

It seemed that the appearance of this organization wouldn't change anything.

But no matter what Hermione and Zheng Fan thought, they didn't expect to see so many fangirls in front of them.

And they were just looking at them from afar, not daring to come up and say hello.

"Eh, he's looking at me?"

"Is he looking at me?

How do I feel now? It should be quite nice, right? "

"He's obviously looking at me, okay!"

"Stop arguing, you guys. He already has Hermione. So what if he takes a few glances at you? Stop fantasizing about it.

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Zheng Fan was sure that this was a group of fangirls after hearing their words.

He smiled awkwardly at these fangirls, then waved his hand, and then turned his head to his little Hermione.

If it were some fans who wanted to deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Zheng Fan knew how to deal with it. But a group of fangirls?

Forgive him, he didn't know what to do.