Harry Potter's Dharma

"Zheng Fan, it's not too late to change your mind. When the match starts, no one will go easy on you," James said with a frown as he looked at Zheng Fan, who was standing there calmly.

"Hmm, it's good that they won't go easy on me. I like it when they don't go easy on me!"

Awesome! "Zheng Fan nodded and exclaimed in admiration.

James nodded. Since Zheng Fan had put it this way, he had nothing else to say.

There was no way he would lose. Wizards were a profession that specialized in group battles. No one could win a one-on-one battle unless they were at the top of the wizarding world. Even if Zheng Fan had the strength of an adult wizard, she would not be able to win today.

At that moment, hundreds of students ran out of the castle and surrounded the field.

Hermione looked at Zheng Fan from afar, who was standing opposite the nine people, and clenched his fists.

The members of the Slytherin Quidditch team had all arrived and were watching Zheng Fan from outside the field. Although Zheng Fan hadn't officially become their captain, they hoped that he would win. They hoped that Zheng Fan could lead Slytherin to victory with his superb Quidditch skills. As a player, nothing made them happier than winning a match.

Harry stared blankly at the ten people in the field. There were supposed to be eleven of them, but as the leader of the fourth grade, Billy refused to fight with Zheng Fan. The other nine people also refused to help Zheng Fan, so Billy had no choice but to stand outside the field and watch the match.

Harry felt a little conflicted. Logically speaking, he should have condemned Zheng Fan for his friend Ronald. However, when he thought of Zheng Fan's expression when he said that he had the gift of flying, Harry felt that he didn't want to say anything bad about Zheng Fan.

Ronald stood beside him and cheered for the members of the Slytherin Head Council like he was the student of Slytherin.

At that moment, a commotion came from the castle gate. Everyone looked over.

A man in a black robe, or more accurately, a man in a long black robe, walked out with large strides. He frowned and looked at the ten people in the field with a cold gaze. It was Snape. He quickly walked into the field and looked back and forth a few times.

"No killing. I repeat, absolutely no killing!" His gaze was fixed on Zheng Fan as he emphasized this sentence.

In everyone's opinion, Snape's words were obviously meant for the nine people in the Prefectural Assembly. Many people's impression of Snape improved significantly. It seemed that he was a pretty good dean. He was willing to protect a student like Zheng Fan, who had a death wish. He had a conscience as a wizard.

Hermione looked grateful, and the Slytherin Quidditch team heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Zheng Fan didn't die, everything else was easy.

Ronald frowned. "That d * mn old bat. I knew he was in cahoots with Zheng Fan. They should all be chased out!"

Harry looked at him uncomfortably, "Ronald, can't we be nicer to our classmates?"

Ronald stared at him with his eyes wide open. "Harry!

You can't think of them!

They are Slytherin's

They are evil! "

Under everyone's gazes, before the nine of them could say anything, Zheng Fan made a sound of acknowledgment.

"I know. I didn't plan to kill anyone."

Hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Damn, Snape's words were directed at the nine people. Who told you not to kill?!

You'll be lucky if you can leave standing!

The head of the student council, Rush, was amused. This Zheng Fan really didn't know his limits. Didn't they say that Asians were very humble and careful with their words?

Why didn't he see that in Zheng Fan at all??

He slowly took out his wand and put it in front of him, ready to respond to Snape. Actually, he didn't really want to kill Zheng Fan. They were all wizards who lived in peaceful times, and didn't have the guts of those who participated in the First Great Wizard War.

Then, he was surprised to see Snape nod after hearing Zheng Fan's reply, and walk out of the field!

He watched Snape walk out of the field with a face full of disbelief.

Professor Snape's words were really directed at Zheng Fan?

How was that possible?

Lu Zhou blinked and thought about it for a moment before he realized what was going on. Professor Snape probably only came over to give him an order and didn't expect to get an answer from him. Zheng Fan just happened to come over, and it had nothing to do with whether Lu Zhou answered or not.

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Once he figured this out, he relaxed and focused on Zheng Fan. Even if this was an unfair match, even if victory was already in his grasp, he wouldn't underestimate his opponent. It was because of this personality that Snape chose him to be the leader of the boy's student council.

Seeing that Rush was about to salute, Zheng Fan waved his hand and said, "Let's not bother with the formalities. It's a waste of time. Let's start the fight. I want to see what level Slytherin's Prefectural Leaders are at."

Saying this, Zheng Fan took out his black wand from his pocket. The wand with the core of the Dragon God's Wand brimmed with power. Holding the wand made one feel as heavy as a mountain. Zheng Fan liked this feeling very much.

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Seeing Zheng Fan's actions, the other eight people also took out their wands without hesitation. Nobody wanted to be taken advantage of when Zheng Fan pulled out his wand!

The atmosphere was silent for two seconds.

Over a thousand students were watching this scene.

Flint was the first to move. He waved his thick arms, opened his mouth wide, and pointed viciously at Zheng Fan. "Stun! Fall to the ground!"

The moment Flint made his move, James also took the opportunity to extend his wand. This was the best time to make a move. Even if Zheng Fan used the Armor Spell to repel Flint's spell, Flint would be the only one injured. James would only be the victor after defeating Zheng Fan.

"Petrify!"

"Remove your weapons!"

"Obstruct!"

None of the people who were able to join the council were weak. In an instant, countless magic spells were shot at Zheng Fan like arrows!

Rush released a Disarm Spell, then let out a sigh of relief.

He should have won, right? There were so many magic spells!

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan slowly raised his left hand, which wasn't holding his wand.

Then, he lightly swung the sleeve of his wide cloak.

Nine magic spells, without exception, all disappeared into the air!

Everyone was shocked!