Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan didn't wake up early on his day off. When he opened his eyes at nine o 'clock, the sun was already shining in.

After washing up, Zheng Fan put on a black robe and strolled to the common room. He curled up on the sofa like a slime.

Feeling the soft touch on his back, Zheng Fan hummed comfortably.

Although he had washed his face, he still felt sleepy. He leaned against the back of the sofa and looked up at the transparent ceiling.

Slytherin's common room was built under the lake outside the castle, so when he looked up, he could often see beautiful fish swimming by. Zheng Fan often liked to sit here and watch the fish.

When he looked up, he saw a huge hand resting on the ceiling.

Zheng Fan:“......

It seemed that he was unlucky to see this giant octopus early in the morning. It was said that this octopus had a high IQ. It often liked to drag people who were crossing the lake into the water to play with, then send them back to the boat unharmed.

Thinking about it carefully, this was what a stupid octopus looked like!

Zheng Fan helplessly covered his face with his hands.

At this time, a figure came in through the door. It was Billy. He held a large glass of milk in one hand and a paper bag in the other. Inside the bag, there were ten pieces of bread.

"I knew you just woke up, boss."

Billy rolled his eyes. Zheng Fan's laziness was one of the highest in Slytherin. As long as it was a day off, Zheng Fan would never wake up before seven o 'clock.

Zheng Fan took the breakfast from Billy and ate as she asked, "October … It's almost winter. Billy, time really flies. You'll be in the fifth grade next year, right? I remember that you have to fill out your application for the fifth grade. Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Billy nodded. "Not yet, but it would be best if I could become a high official in the Ministry of Magic. It would be beneficial to my family."

"Prioritizing your family's interests?"

Zheng Fan raised his eyebrows. People like Billy were easy to understand. He was a typical descendant of a Western aristocrat who had fallen from grace. He always remembered the glory of his family, and his every word and action was for the sake of reviving his family. As long as you gave him hope, he would follow you to the end.

When Zheng Fan stopped talking about this topic, Billy looked at his watch. "Boss, the grade leader meeting is about to start. Let's get ready.

"Okay." Zheng Fan nodded. "Who's the leader of the fourth grade?"

"… It's me, boss. I always thought that you knew." Billy revealed a sorrowful expression.

Zheng Fan grinned awkwardly. He didn't know about this. He didn't expect his follower to be so awesome.

After a while, Zheng Fan followed Billy to the fourth floor. Because it was a rest day, there weren't many students in the castle. They didn't meet anyone along the way. They pushed open the door to an empty classroom and walked in.

Quite a number of people were already seated in the room. Someone had set up a round table in the middle of the room, surrounded by a circle of chairs. A man and a woman were sitting at the innermost part of the table. Both of them looked refined. They were the leaders of the Slytherin Student Union.

Seeing Zheng Fan enter, a tall boy stood up and nodded at him. "Welcome, Billy Phillips, the person in charge of the fourth grade, and Fan Zheng, the person in charge of the first grade."

Zheng Fan recognized this person. It was James, the Headmaster of Slytherin Academy. He was the one who led the students back to the academy when the monsters invaded yesterday.

Billy expressionlessly took a step back and stood behind Zheng Fan. Seeing his action, several people in the room looked concerned.

Zheng Fan looked at James.

"In the future, when you call me by my name, please follow our Chinese custom. Surname first, given name last. I won't remind you next time."

After saying that, Zheng Fan walked straight to the round table and found a seat. Billy sat next to him.

The leader of the Student Union smiled at Zheng Fan.

"Mr. Zheng, I am the leader of the Slytherin Student Union, Michael Rush. This should be the first time we meet at the Headmaster's meeting."

"Not a bad surname."

Zheng Fan smiled. Michael was very pleased with the compliment, and the smile on his face became much more sincere.

… I beg for flowers …

If he knew that Zheng Fan had changed his surname Kong Er to "Shit", who knew what kind of expression he would have.

The leader of the student council was a pale-faced 7th grade student. She looked at Zheng Fan and Billy and said in a weak voice, "The person in charge of the 4th grade, Billy Phillip, I heard that you have become the follower of the person in charge of the 1st grade, Fan … Year 1, Zheng Fan?

"That's right." Billy nodded.

Hearing his answer, several people in the room frowned.

Among them, the person in charge of the sixth grade was none other than Marcus Flint. He was also the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. More accurately, he was the former captain. After being beaten by Zheng Fan, he quit the team. It was said that he did not even mention the word "Master of Quidditch" anymore.

Looking at Zheng Fan and Billy, his eyes were clouded.

"You're breaking the rules," a blonde boy sitting at the side muttered.

Zheng Fan glanced at him, and he immediately turned his head away, not daring to look at Zheng Fan. Everyone present knew that Zheng Fan had just defeated Jamie Moore not long ago, and had even defeated Billy Phillips in a one-on-one duel with an absolute advantage. No one wanted to offend such a fierce person.

"Ibu Bridgeman, the person in charge of the third grade. You seem to be unhappy with my boss?"

Billy narrowed his eyes and looked over, slowly raising his right hand. Zheng Fan knew this movement. There was a small mechanism in Billy's sleeve. When he opened his hand, the magic wand would naturally slide into his hand. Relying on this thing, Billy's attack speed was much faster than the average wizard.

The person in charge of the third grade, Ibu, who was called out, crossed his arms, lowered his head, and did not say a word.

In this atmosphere that could not be described as good, James, the Headmaster, coughed and stood up.

"If there are no problems, then the Headmaster's meeting will now begin."

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