Harry Potter's Dharma

Christmas was just around the corner. One morning in the middle of December, the students of Hogwarts woke up from their dreams to find that the ground was covered in a thick layer of snow and the lake was covered in hard ice.

A few owls were flying through the snowy sky to deliver mail. After going through a lot of hardships, they had to recover their strength under Hagrid's care before they could continue flying.

Every student couldn't wait for the holidays to begin. Even though the Slytherin common room and the auditorium were burning brightly, the cold wind blowing through the corridors made it bone-chilling. The windows of the classrooms were also rattling from the cold wind.

Just last week, Snape registered the list of students who would stay at the school. As expected, no one from Slytherin intended to stay at the school. Even Zheng Fan was preparing to leave Hogwarts to settle some matters. Snape looked at Zheng Fan with a displeased expression when he heard that. This meant that Zheng Fan's pot of Dragon's Strength Potion could only be taken care of by Snape. This made Snape feel like he had suffered a great loss.

When he walked into the auditorium, Zheng Fan saw Professor Flitwick using a magic spell to make some decorations float in the air. The big ribbons and flowers quickly moved to their positions with the help of Professor Flitwick's wand, as if they were placed there by hand.

Zheng Fan slowly walked over and clapped his hands lightly. "Beautiful spell, Professor Qu Liwei."

"Oh, Fan, good morning. Did you sleep well?" Professor Flitwick asked with a smile as he placed the stars on the top of the Christmas tree.

"Very well. There's nothing happier than sleeping in a warm bed in winter."

Zheng Fan shrugged. He then took out his wand and began to help Professor Flitwick.

During breakfast, Billy reminded him of something. He should have thought of it in the morning, but because of the cultural differences, he didn't think of it even though he had seen it.

It was almost Christmas. For Englishmen, Christmas was a very important holiday. On this day, all schools would be closed. More importantly, acquaintances would send each other gifts on this day. Zheng Fan didn't even need to use his knees to think that if he didn't give Hermione any gifts on Christmas, the little girl would punish him when she came back from the holidays.

Fan was full of praise for Billy's timely reminder.

Seeing Zheng Fan's big reaction, Billy shook his head as he ate his bacon sandwich. "Actually, I'm more surprised that you're not celebrating Christmas."

"Our country celebrates Chinese New Year's Eve … It's the 30th of December in our country's calendar, so we don't celebrate Christmas. Anyway, it's even weirder for wizards to celebrate Christmas. You don't believe in God, right? Why do you celebrate Christmas?" Zheng Fan asked curiously as she ate her corn porridge.

"This is actually very normal. It's mainly to accommodate the large number of Muggle family descendants. The whole family needs to be reunited at Christmas, and it would be weird if there wasn't a holiday. Furthermore, after studying for so long, everyone needs some rest. As for the Christians' Wizard Hunt … that was too long ago. How many people still remember this hatred?

We might be adepts, but at the end of the day, we are still humans. We can't be completely separated from human society, can we? "

Hearing this, Zheng Fan nodded. "I see. I thought you guys were completely against anything related to the Church.

"If that's the case, why did we have Easter before?"

Billy laughed. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at Zheng Fan with sparkling eyes. "By the way, boss, Professor Snape's holiday homework is very difficult. Why don't you let me copy yours?"

"No way. If you don't study hard, no one will want you in the future even if you carry dung."

Zheng Fan sneered as he threw the words his mother taught him in his previous life to Billy, which made the latter feel very sad.

After breakfast, Billy went to class, while Zheng Fan went to Ravenclaw's common room.

As expected, Hermione was writing something in front of a table. Zheng Fan moved a stool and sat next to Hermione.

"Hey, morning. Hermione, what are you writing so early in the morning?" Zheng Fan asked as he leaned over.

Hermione was stunned when she heard Zheng Fan's voice. She turned to look at him and waved her hand. "Potionology homework. Professor Snape obviously doesn't want us to have a comfortable Christmas. Most of the questions are very difficult. We have to compare them with the textbook carefully. But the Christmas holiday is very long, so I have plenty of time to finish them."

"Oh, it's okay, sweetheart. I'll teach you if you don't know. You might not know, but my grades in Potionology are very good. No, to be precise, my grades in every subject are very good.

A standard straight-A student.

Zheng Fan moved his stool closer to Hermione. Their bodies were almost touching.

Hermione blushed a little when she felt Zheng Fan's body temperature. She thought about the day of the Quidditch competition, when Zheng Fan kissed her in front of the whole audience. When she thought about how she became the focus of the whole academy, she had the urge to suffocate herself in her blanket.

Zheng Fan also sensed Hermione's unnaturalness. In fact, he liked this feeling very much. Hermione's reaction showed how pure her heart was. The little loli's upbringing was indeed very good. He should thank Hermione's mother for that.

After realizing that they were at the limit of intimacy, Zheng Fan decisively shifted Hermione's attention to the homework. Poor Billy. He wanted to copy Zheng Fan's homework, but Hermione gave him a one-on-one tutorial.

Zheng Fan's grades in Potionology were indeed very good. This was mainly due to his memory module. It was a very wise decision to buy this module. Otherwise, Zheng Fan would not have thought that he could become a straight-A student in this world.

As he spoke, Zheng Fan's actions changed from sticking close to Hermione to wrapping his arms around her and pointing at the questions from the other side of Hermione's body.

At first, Hermione was still able to focus on Zheng Fan's explanation. But soon, she realized that Zheng Fan was holding her in his arms.

Feeling the warmth in Zheng Fan's arms, Hermione sighed softly. Her heart was beating very fast. Hermione's beautiful eyes narrowed. Zheng Fan slowly tightened his arms and lowered his head towards her cute little face.

It was a wonderful feeling.