Harry Potter's Dharma

With the arrival of November, the weather became even colder. The students were unwilling to leave the castle unless they wanted to experience the Eskimo lifestyle.

After obtaining the map of the workshop left behind by the Elf, Zheng Fan wanted to go there as soon as possible. However, he was always busy, so he delayed it for more than a week. It was now November.

In the empty classroom on the fourth floor of the castle, the round table was full of people.

Zheng Fan sat in the innermost corner, drinking hot chocolate while looking at the students around him.

"So, James, why are we having a meeting today?

What happened? "Zheng Fan asked, warming his hands on the blanket.

James nodded at him. "It's like this, sir. It's about learning the '933' School Cup. As you know, Slytherin has won the School Cup three times in a row. However, the difference in points this year isn't that big, so I think it's necessary to consider some plans to increase the gap."

"Such as?"

Zheng Fan was stunned. He felt a little strange when the School Cup was mentioned. Firstly, he didn't value this honor as much as the students. Secondly, in Zheng Fan's opinion, the School Cup would definitely belong to Slytherin. There was no doubt about it.

"For example, we can create some incidents to make the students of Gryffindor lose points. We did something like that a few years ago. For example, we can lure the students of Gryffindor to a forbidden area in the school and then lure Filch there. That way, we can deduct their points.

Zheng Fan was speechless.

James didn't notice Zheng Fan's expression and continued, "There's a better way. Professor Snape likes to deduct Gryffindor's points in potions class. We just need to get some students to mess with Gryffindor and make them make mistakes in potions class. That way, a lot of points will be deducted …"

"Stop, stop, stop." Zheng Fan raised his hand and made a pause gesture.

Everyone looked at him.

Zheng Fan looked at James helplessly. "You're a Headmaster. How can your ideas be so lame?

I'd rather you say that we should go and destroy Gryffindor than listen to these weird ideas of primary school students. "

"Sir, violence is not good.

James shuddered, as if he remembered Zheng Fan's nine-fold split spell.

Zheng Fan sneered.

"Also, regarding the School Championship Competition, you guys don't have to worry about it. The School Championship Competition will definitely belong to Slytherin. Everything else aside, I can guarantee that we'll get at least twice as many points as usual in Quidditch," said Zheng.

"Double?!" Rush exclaimed. "That's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. The first match is about to begin. Please look forward to it," Zheng Fan said with a smile.

Hearing this, the expression of the sixth years' leader, Flint, who had not spoken from the beginning to the end, turned ugly.

The entire team had not changed a single player. The only one who had been changed was him, the captain. Was Zheng Fan implying that he was a burden to the team?

After he retired and was replaced by Zheng Fan, he would be able to get double the points?

What a joke!

Flint clenched his fists when he saw Zheng Fan's nonchalant expression.

When the time came, he would wait and see. He had never been more eager to see Zheng Fan's bragging!

Seeing that James was silent, Zheng Fan slowly put down his cup of hot chocolate. "If you guys have nothing else to say, I have something to say. First, the seniors who have already had a magical creature protection class are forbidden from entering the Forbidden Forest. Even if the teacher allows you to enter, you are not allowed to enter. Especially if you see strangers, leave immediately. No talking."

Although they did not understand the meaning of Zheng Fan's order, the seniors still remembered it.

Zheng Fan's order was similar to Quirrell's, just in case. The elf was here to look for him. She knew a lot about Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan did not want her to find out anything.

"Oh, right. There's one more thing."

Zheng Fan looked at Billy, who was sitting at the side of the round table. "Billy, you stay. The others can go."

Hearing this, the others nodded and left. Soon, only Billy was left in the room. He looked at Zheng Fan quietly, waiting for Zheng Fan's instructions …

"Billy, you're … Umm, a descendant of the Philip family, right?"

"Yes, Boss." Billy was puzzled. Why did Zheng Fan suddenly bring this up?

Seeing Billy's expression, Zheng Fan smiled. "Help me send a letter to your family. I'll visit your family during the winter break."

"Ah?!"

Billy was stunned. "That's not good, Boss. My family is not a good place. You'll embarrass yourself if you go there. You know what they call my family … Now, even my family's old house is on the verge of being sold. It's a little …"

"Ha, what are you afraid of? At least you have a family and a family. What do you think I have?

I'm alone. If you want to talk about poverty, I'm the one who's really poor. Don't worry, I'm just going there to have fun. Aren't we friends? "

"Boss …" Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Billy suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Ever since his family had fallen, this was the first time someone had said such words to him!

Zheng Fan stood up from his chair in disgust and took two steps back. "Damn it, don't look at me like that. I'll never be turned into a gay by you Feili people!"

"You have a strange misunderstanding of the British Empire!" Billy slammed the table and complained.

As another week passed, the first Quidditch match of Hogwarts finally arrived.

Early in the morning, Zheng Fan walked into the cafeteria's auditorium. The students of Slytherin stood up to greet him and led him to the middle of the long dining table. There was a large pile of various delicacies. They were all placed there by the students. Unsurprisingly, the people sitting there were all the members of the Quidditch team!

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Quidditch begins!

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