Harry Potter's Dharma

The Slytherin students were in an uproar. At the beginning of the semester, many students were worried. They had grown up listening to Harry Potter's stories.

When they saw Harry being assigned to Gryffindor, they couldn't help but worry that this savior would bring some special power to Gryffindor and steal their School Championship Cup.

However, the facts proved that under Zheng Fan's leadership, Slytherin had once again written an invincible legend. Even the powerful Gryffindor had no choice but to fall at their feet, and they were even pushed to the bottom of the rankings!

Looking at the cheering students, the Gryffindor people's expressions turned ugly. They originally wanted to make a comeback this year, but now, not only did they not make a comeback, they were at the bottom!

222 points!

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They were really stupid.

Gryffindor's head prefect, Passy Weasley, was depressed and didn't say anything else.

Many students couldn't help but look at Ronald Weasley. He had the most points deducted this year. If it wasn't for him, Gryffindor might have reached 300 – 50 points!

Being stared at by so many people, even the thick-skinned Ronald Weasley couldn't help but feel afraid. He reached out and pulled Harry Potter's arm, wanting his good friend, the savior, to save him. However, Harry wasn't in the mood to care about him. He was still thinking about where he dropped his Invisibility Cloak.

In the midst of the commotion, Zheng Fan suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down. Seeing his action, the Slytherin long table became completely silent in a short three seconds.

"Maintain your poise, gentlemen and ladies. [It's not time for a party yet.]" Zheng Fan shrugged and said.

Hearing this, the Slytherin students all nodded in agreement.

Seeing this scene, Snape showed an expression of pride, while Dumbledore smiled subtly.

The students from the other three academies couldn't help but be stunned. Such a big academy with such a lively atmosphere was actually stopped by Zheng Fan's hand?

What kind of damned cohesion was this?

Slytherin had become like this. How could the other academies survive?

"Congratulations, Slytherin Academy has won the School Championship Competition for the seventh year in a row." Dumbledore took advantage of this rare opportunity to speak with a smile.

Then he looked at Slytherin's long table.

"If it's possible, I'd like to welcome the representatives of our seven consecutive victories to come and give us a speech. We'd like to set a benchmark for the students of other schools."

Hearing this, James was stunned. Dumbledore had never said something like this when Slytherin had won the championship six years ago. Why did he suddenly say something like this this year?

Professor McGonagall was embarrassed that his school was at the bottom, but when he heard Dumbledore's words, he suddenly froze.

She guessed Dumbledore's thoughts, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

Snape had guessed it as well. He frowned. "Then let's have the leader of the boy's student council be the representative. Rush, come up and speak!"

"Eh?

Let me do it? "

Rush was stunned. He subconsciously looked at Zheng Fan. "If we're going to choose a representative to speak, it should be Boss Zheng. I didn't do anything …"

"Let you …" Snape impatiently wanted to rush him, but Dumbledore interrupted him. "Severus, isn't it better to let Zheng speak? I'd like to hear Zheng's thoughts too.

After he finished speaking, he apologized to Snape for interrupting him.

Since Dumbledore had already said this, Snape naturally couldn't say anything else. He could only frown and remain silent.

Under the gaze of the row of professors, Zheng Fan stood up with a smile.

"Speak?

No problem, I've given a lot of speeches in school. I'm very experienced. "

A few of the grade leaders had already realized that something was wrong, but since Zheng Fan had already spoken up, they were in no position to say anything. They could only watch as Zheng Fan walked up to the stage, which was where Dumbledore usually spoke.

When they saw Zheng Fan nonchalantly take Dumbledore's seat and stand there, a lot of people subconsciously sucked in a breath of cold air. One had to know that this was a special seat for the principal to give speeches. Other than the principal, even the four deans couldn't stand there. Yet, Zheng Fan ate the crab!

… Flowers …

Because there were too many people sucking in cold air, Zheng Fan couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think there's a hole in the auditorium, right? Why is there such a strong wind?"

Some people laughed, while others couldn't bring themselves to laugh.

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan cleared his throat.

"In life, there are many things that are difficult to predict."

Hearing this, a strange expression appeared on everyone's faces. Zheng Fan was asked to speak about his success in leading the school. What was with this opening?

"Of course, the fate of a school depends on one's own efforts. Of course, it also depends on the course of history," Zheng Fan said calmly.

Zheng Fan said calmly, "I definitely don't know how a freshman like me managed to become the manager of Slytherin. After that, James and the others told me that you've already defeated us, so we decided to let you be the leader of this team.

Slytherin's students laughed. James said that?

Mr. Zheng really knew how to flatter him. He was obviously beaten up and was forced to seek refuge with Mr. Zheng.

"At that time, I told him to find someone better. I'm not being modest. You say, how could a student from the East be pulled to the top of Slytherin?

But James and the others said that the grade leaders' meeting had already decided.

"At that time, I said that if it was beneficial to the school's glory, how could I shirk my responsibility because of my personal likes and dislikes?

That's why I'm standing here. "

As Zheng Fan spoke with fervor and assurance, many people were speechless. What kind of official language was this? It was confusing just listening to it.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was smiling as if he was listening to it happily.

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Ah, please don't report me.

This is just a very normal chapter. Really, it's just a speech.

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