Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan sighed.

He was unlucky to have fallen into the hands of that narrow-minded Professor Snape. Forget it, he couldn't be bothered to care about this.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going back to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

Zheng Fan said.

"I don't want to know about such trivial matters in the future. If you really care about this school, help me deal with those fangirls. Although it's a good thing to be worshipped by others, this kind of situation can't be helped. For you, it will ruin the school's atmosphere."

With that, Zheng Fan turned around and prepared to leave.

"There's one more thing."

Professor Snape said.

Zheng Fan paused for a second, but she didn't turn her head.

"I'll be watching you. Remember, I'll be watching you."

Professor Snape said to Zheng Fan as if he was threatening him.

Zheng Fan sighed. Of course, he believed that Professor Snape would be watching him. After all, this was Professor Snape.

He was a vengeful person.

Zheng Fan thought Snape was going to say something else, but it turned out to be just a few words.

Zheng Fan waved his hand, indicating that he was aware of the situation, and entered Slytherin.

For the students of Slytherin, sleeping at this time was a little too late.

Even if the lights were turned off, it was just a way for them to return to their own school. When Zheng Fan returned to Slytherin, there were still many students on the way to Slytherin's lounge.

In Slytherin, the battle for survival was crueler than any other school.

In Ravenclaw, the students studied because of their thirst for knowledge and their intelligence. Slytherin, on the other hand, was different. They studied because they wanted to defeat others and become better wizards.

It was normal for there to be people in the lounge at this time.

Even if they weren't studying, it was normal for them to form cliques.

After all, this was Slytherin, not the obedient Gryffindor or the adorable Hufflepuff.

Zheng Fan glanced at the lounge. No matter how hard the students tried, they couldn't defeat him. There was no doubt about it.

This made Zheng Fan feel a little pity for them.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in Slytherin, these children would have entered the real competition that was beneficial to their physical and mental health. They wouldn't be studying here while looking at their unreachable backs.

Thinking about it carefully, ever since he had been promoted to the third grade, no one had dared to challenge him except for that one time when he had exhausted all his mana, let alone fight with him.

Zheng Fan thought proudly as she walked towards her room.

Only those who succeeded could choose their own resting time.

It was during this process that Zheng Fan saw what seemed to be a golden-haired boy in front of her.

Moreover, it was a golden-haired boy that he was familiar with.

Malfoy.

Zheng Fan suddenly felt that perhaps he could stretch his body before going to bed.

It was said that exercising before bed was good for the body.

Zheng Fan thought as she walked towards Malfoy.

Just as she reached Malfoy's side, Malfoy seemed to sense someone behind him. He suddenly turned around and saw Zheng Fan.

Originally, Zheng Fan didn't have any plans to approach Malfoy silently.

But Malfoy's discovery surprised Zheng Fan a little. In the original work, at least in the third grade, Malfoy was still described as a very incompetent person.

But now, Malfoy at least had a little "ability". In any case, he wasn't "incompetent".

"Eh?

Boss, you're back. "

Malfoy said with a smile.

"By the way, Malfoy, you did that today, right?"

Zheng Fan looked at Malfoy with a smile. There was no emotion in his smile, as if it was just a kind smile.

… Flowers please …

This made Malfoy relax.

"Yes, do you like it?

After I learned about what happened during the trial, I hurriedly arranged it.

I know you want others to think that you're a hero who dealt with the Death Eaters, so I dealt with you as a hero. "

Malfoy said.

Malfoy said it as if it was all for Zheng Fan, but Zheng Fan knew his true meaning.

When he was talking to his subordinates, Zheng Fan heard it all.

"It's quite boring, but it's quite ostentatious. I guess you also exaggerated about me. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many fangirls. To be honest, I don't hate it, but I don't like it either."

When Zheng Fan said this, Malfoy was a little nervous.

What made Malfoy even more nervous was that Zheng Fan was approaching him step by step, while Malfoy could only retreat step by step.

Then, Malfoy leaned against the wall and frowned at Zheng Fan.

He now knew that behind Zheng Fan's smile, there was definitely a knife hidden.

"Boss, I didn't do anything wrong, right?

I didn't bully anyone, nor did I bully Hagrid. I didn't even laugh at any mud … I mean mixed-blood.

Malfoy originally wanted to say "mud", but he swallowed it.

He didn't dare to say that in front of Zheng Fan. It was like talking about Hermione, not to mention in front of Zheng Fan, who looked very angry. Naturally, he didn't dare to say that.

He said it.

"At least you're smart enough not to say that word. But the ostentatious scene you set up today wasn't just for me, right?"

Zheng Fan said and then forced Malfoy against the wall.

Malfoy leaned against the wall and was anxious. He had nowhere to retreat, and Zheng Fan was right in front of him.

Then Zheng Fan used his arm to press Malfoy's neck.

He didn't need to use a magic wand to deal with Malfoy.