Harry Potter's Dharma

Zheng Fan still didn't eat much for dinner. It was a habit he had cultivated since he was young. His stomach hurt when he saw the European kids stuffing steak and pudding into their mouths.

What were the stomachs of the Europeans made of?

How could they still sleep soundly after eating so much greasy food at night?

After eating some bread and drinking some juice, Zheng Fan left the dining table. He patted James, who was sitting not far away from him, on the shoulder and said, "Bring the students back to the dorms later."

He then walked down the stairs to the basement.

After entering Snape's potion workshop, Zheng Fan slowly walked to his workbench. He closed his eyes and recalled what he needed. Then, he took them out one by one from his portal bag.

After doing all this, Zheng Fan went to Snape's office and called him out while he was reading.

Snape was a little surprised when he heard Zheng Fan's intention.

"I did promise to teach you how to concoct a potion. You need it so soon?"

"760 Yeah. There's an important potion that I need help with. If I mess it up, I won't be able to find the ingredients again." Zheng Fan nodded.

Snape was indeed curious. He knew that Zheng Fan was a wizard assassin. Logically speaking, he should be very rich. How could he have ingredients that he couldn't bear to use?

Snape followed Zheng Fan into the potion workshop. He first looked at the potion he was brewing. After making sure that there were no problems, he turned to look at Zheng Fan's workbench.

Snape took a look at it and was stunned.

"Sunlight Orchid, White Fresh, Flame Grass, Unicorn Horn Powder …" There were more than thirty ingredients on the table.

Everything was laid out one by one. When Snape finished looking at all of them, he gasped.

He then turned to look at Zheng Fan.

"Dragon Strength Potion!

You bastard, you want to concoct such a top-notch potion!

Damn it, do you have muscular dystrophy?! "Snape felt his liver hurting. Dragon Strength Potion, this was a Dragon Strength Potion!

Disregarding everything else, just the production cycle alone would take several months, and he would have to guide Zheng Fan throughout the entire process. In other words, he had found himself a huge burden that would take several months!

Zheng Fan smiled. "Everyone wants to be stronger, right? Also, it's said that if you drink this potion, you have a chance of gaining a dragon's ability. Think about it, if I learn how to spit fireballs, wouldn't that be cool?"

"It's just a rumor!

The Dragon Strength Potion's only function is to increase physical strength! "

Snape interrupted Zheng Fan in annoyance, but then he shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, whatever. What's done is done, and there's no point in complaining. Let's start now."

"Why do I feel like you're looking forward to it?" Zheng Fan laughed.

Snape snorted coldly and didn't answer. It wasn't that he was angry, but that he couldn't answer. He was indeed looking forward to it. As a Master Potioneer, he had never made this potion before.

There was only one reason, and that was that dragon blood was too expensive.

The finished product of the Dragon Strength Potion was only about twenty to thirty milliliters in size, but it required three thousand milliliters of dragon blood!

With so much dragon blood, even if Snape had a family, he wouldn't be able to withstand such a huge financial burden, let alone a mixed-blood wizard like him who didn't have any backing.

Thus, being able to personally make a Dragon Strength Potion was something worth looking forward to.

Under Snape's guidance, Zheng Fan started to make the potion in an orderly manner.

Even with Snape's help, the Dragon's Strength Potion wasn't something that could be easily concocted. After spending most of the night working, Zheng Fan decided to go back to sleep until he was woken up by a trembling first-year student from Slytherin Academy.

Zheng Fan looked at the young man who was standing beside his bed, looking like he was about to cry. He yawned strangely. "Good morning, young man. What happened?"

"Um, Mister Zheng, there's only twenty minutes left until our first-year magic class. If you don't come, Professor Flitwick will be angry …"

Hearing this, Zheng Fan finally came to his senses.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I stayed up too late last night."

Zheng Fan slowly climbed out of bed and patted the young man's shoulder. Usually, after he did this, others would calm down a bit, especially when it came to first-year students.

However, not only did the young man not calm down, he even took a step back in shock.

"S-Mister, why aren't you wearing pajamas?"

Zheng Fan was only wearing his underwear, so he was quite exposed when he climbed out of bed. As a good Western child who always wore pajamas to sleep, the young man who came to wake Zheng Fan up obviously couldn't accept this way of sleeping.

Zheng Fan looked at him helplessly. He finally understood why this kid came to wake him up. He was probably too easy to bully, so he would be in trouble if he didn't come.

"Sometimes, I even sleep naked. You'll get used to it. By the way, what's your name?" Zheng Fan asked as he put on his clothes.

"Barr, Barr Stoker," the young man replied in a trembling voice.

Zheng Fan was speechless. Such a timid little boy actually had the name of a great demon king. What kind of weird setting was this?

Could this be considered contrasting cuteness?

Was contrasting cuteness really a good word to describe a boy?

He rolled his eyes and walked out of the door to wash up. As for Barr, he would just treat it as a light breeze.

When he reached the magic class, Zheng Fan's eyes lit up.

He was busy until late last night and didn't pay attention to today's class schedule. Seeing that the room was full of people, he grinned.

This was a big class that Slytherin and Ravenclaw attended together. He liked this kind of class.

When they saw Zheng Fan come in, Slytherin's students all stood up to greet him.

And Ravenclaw's students also nodded to Zheng Fan. Recently, Zheng Fan went to Ravenclaw frequently. His profound knowledge made many Ravenclaw members acknowledge him.

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I'm stuck. I'll take less classes today and think about the plot.