Harry Potter's Dharma

"Looks like you've been through a lot this holiday. Zheng, I don't think you've done anything you shouldn't have, right?"

Snape was one of the professors at the entrance of the castle. When he saw Zheng Fan, he looked at him with an indifferent gaze.

"Probably."

Zheng Fan shrugged. There was no point in denying it. With Dumbledore's power, it would be easy for him to find out who did it.

In fact, other than Ross, who was an idiot who thought he was smart, most people wouldn't even think about the compound soup. Dumbledore and Snape definitely wouldn't.

As everyone walked into the hall, the banquet officially began.

At Slytherin's long table, the students looked at Zheng Fan curiously. Many of the little wizards who didn't know what had happened asked the people around them and found out what had just happened.

No matter if it was a wizard or a witch, they were all very excited when they heard about a knight story like "one person fighting fifty people". There wasn't a man who didn't want to be a hero, and there wasn't a girl who didn't want her dream lover to be a hero. This made their eyes light up when they looked at Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan looked at the Slytherin students speechlessly. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"See, boss? This is the difference between Slytherin and other academies. If people from other academies heard about what you did during the Christmas holiday, they would definitely stay away from you. They might even be afraid of you and jealous of you. But Slytherin won't. Everyone will only admire you more," Billy said as he prepared a plate of spaghetti for Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan interrupted what he was doing. "Buddy, first of all, stop what you're doing. You're not my girlfriend. Why are you serving me food? It's not like I don't have hands." As Billy laughed, Zheng Fan snatched his plate back.

He agreed with what Billy said. In the original novel, every time Harry Potter did something extraordinary, he would be shunned by the students of Gryffindor. For example, when Harry was in second grade, he only said a few words with a snake's voice, and he was hated by his classmates.

This Gryffindor was too much of a scammer.

As for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, Zheng Fan did not know much about them, so he did not comment.

Although she didn't like men scooping rice for her, the spaghetti today was really good. Zheng Fan picked up her fork and slowly ate. However, halfway through her meal, the surroundings suddenly quieted down. Zheng Fan looked up and saw that it was Snape. No wonder the students didn't dare to speak.

Under Zheng Fan's gaze, Snape calmly said, "Come to my office after you're done eating." Then, he left.

Zheng Fan looked at the old bat's departing back in confusion. She didn't know what he was doing.

"Sir, did Professor Snape want to talk to you about what happened during the Christmas holidays?" asked Rush, the head of the student union.

"I don't know."

Zheng Fan replied casually. He finished the spaghetti in a few mouthfuls and patted Rush on the shoulder. "I'll be leaving first. Take the students back to the dormitory later.

Zheng Fan raised his head and looked at the teacher's seat. Dumbledore winked at him, but he ignored him.

Quirrell seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Maybe it was because Christmas was too cold, and Voldemort had taken too much nutrients from his body to hibernate.

Zheng Fan thought about it as he walked down the stairs to Snape's office.

"You know Quirrell, don't you?" Snape asked out of the blue as soon as he walked in.

"Of course, he's our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," said Zheng Fan.

Snape frowned impatiently. "You know that's not what I mean. There's something wrong with him. I'm sure that he wants to steal the philosopher's stone. But why?

Who is he?

Is it for his own greed?

Or is it to serve the Black Devil?

You must know all this! "

"What the hell do I know?" Zheng Fan rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'm an information broker?

You should ask Dumbledore about this. Doesn't he know everything? "

"He's just an old fool!

Otherwise, he wouldn't even let you live. He should've sent you to Azkaban to spend the rest of your life before you become some world-shaking disaster! "

Snape said through gritted teeth. Then, he added, "But he does seem to know all this. He just doesn't want to say it. He has his own plans and motives. This makes me even more uncomfortable!"

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Zheng Fan laughed coldly. Snape was right. Of course Dumbledore had his own motives. Of course he wouldn't tell you. He wanted to risk the son of the woman you loved the most.

"What do you and Dumbledore know? You don't want to say anything. Do you think you're so smart?

I think you're just a pair of schemers. "

Snape snapped back to his senses and started mocking Zheng Fan angrily. Zheng Fan pretended not to hear him. His sharp tongue wasn't good enough to hold Snape's hatred.

While Snape was mocking him, Zheng Fan asked, "How's the Dragon Power potion?

I was gone for half a month. Is it overcooked? "

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"What a funny question."

Snape swung his sleeves and strode towards the magic potion workshop like a rolling dark cloud. Zheng Fan followed him and happened to see the magic potion boiling over the fire.

Zheng Fan smacked his lips as he watched the steam slowly rise from the pot. "It's been boiling for too long. Normal food would've gone bad long ago."

"Please don't compare the elegant art of making magic potions to cooking," Snape said unhappily.

Zheng Fan didn't know where his sense of superiority came from. Wasn't it just cooking magic potions in a pot every day? How was it elegant art?

After confirming that the Dragon Power potion was fine, Zheng Fan suddenly thought of something and took out a small bottle from his pocket.

It was a Christmas gift from Snape, a blessing potion.

"May I ask if there are any side effects?" Zheng Fan asked seriously.

"Give it back to me if you don't dare to drink it.

"No, no, no. I was just kidding."

Zheng Fan took back the bottle and sighed in relief. He would feel uneasy if Snape didn't admit it himself.

"But in the end, why did you give me this?" he couldn't help but ask.