Harry Potter's Dharma

During the last part of the holidays, Zheng Fan spent all his time with Hermione. The two of them were so lovey-dovey that it made others envious.

However, Hermione wasn't a loner like Zheng Fan. She had a home to return to, so Zheng Fan didn't spend much time with her. For example, when they slept at night, Zheng Fan rented a room at the Broken Cauldron Bar with Hina. During this time, Zheng Fan learned Transfiguration from Hina.

When the two girls weren't around, Zheng Fan had no choice but to be gay … Ah, no, it was to chat with Tom's Diary.

Tom was very good. Zheng Fan already thought of him as a "genius" when he was still a student.

With the arrival of the first of September, Zheng Fan once again boarded the train to Hogwarts from Platform 9 and 3/4.

When he arrived at the familiar coach, Zheng Fan pushed open the door and looked around.

The layout of the coach hadn't changed much. It was still very luxurious, but this year, there were two fewer people.

Zheng Fan slowly sat down and looked at the seat that was originally reserved for the heads of the student union. It was now empty. The heads of the student union of the other schools were notified by the school during the holidays, so they were now in the coach. However, Slytherin was different. Before the Prefect Council made a decision, the identity of the head of the student union was still unknown.

Zheng Fan wasn't lamenting about Slytherin's system. He was lamenting the disappearance of two familiar faces.

"Rush and Janet. Heh, when I first joined the Prefect Council, the two of you were still opposing me. Now, you're not here … I wonder who will replace you this year. I don't know the sixth grade students at all."

Zheng Fan leaned back and put his hands behind his neck. He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep for a while.

"As for the head of the student union … Rush and Janet wrote me a letter during the holidays recommending them. I'm going to mention it during the first Prefect Council meeting after school starts." Just as Zheng Fan was about to sleep, a familiar voice rang out.

The one who could enter the coach was naturally James, the prefect. Zheng Fan glanced at him. "You're in sixth grade this year, right?"

"Eh?" James froze for a moment and nodded. "Yes, I'm in the sixth grade this year."

"Then you'll be the head of the student council next year … You'll have to leave the year after next. Ah, that's why I don't like school. Every time someone graduates, I'm very unhappy," Zheng Fan said unhappily.

James looked at Zheng Fan in surprise.

"Mr. Zheng …"

"Hmm?"

… I always thought that you were the kind of person who was incomparably strong and wouldn't be affected no matter what happened. I didn't expect that you would also feel sad because of the departure of a friend.

Zheng Fan looked at him in amusement. "What kind of evaluation are you giving me?

I've always been a normal person, okay? "

After gesturing for James to sit down, Zheng Fan stopped sleeping and straightened her back. "This is my second year at Hogwarts. James, time really flies …"

"You've only been here for a year and you already feel that time flies … In the blink of an eye, five years have already passed." James didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again. "But … speaking of which, the past four years weren't as relaxing as this. Before you came to Slytherin, the strength of our academy was actually just so-so. We were stronger than the other academies, but we couldn't completely crush them. To win Quidditch and the School Championship, we had to put in a lot of effort. It wasn't like last year, where we won without doing anything."

Zheng Fan was amused. James' description was very interesting.

Just then, a person suddenly pushed open the door of the coach and poked her head in.

Zheng Fan and James both narrowed their eyes and looked over. Before the train left, other students were prohibited from entering the coach. If someone wanted to talk to Zheng Fan and the others, they should speak outside the door and not poke their head in.

Seeing the appearance of the person, Zheng Fan's expression became even worse.

James was surprised and turned to look at Zheng Fan.

The person had wavy hair, an overly clean face, and a well-groomed suit … Zheng Fan really couldn't figure out what this person was doing here.

"You must be Professor Gilderoy Lockhart," Zheng Fan said calmly.

The person didn't seem to expect to be treated like this. He was stunned for a moment, then revealed a perfect smile. "Yes, sweethearts. I'm the one who will be teaching you Defense Against Black Magic this year …"

"Old liar," James suddenly interrupted.

Hearing this, Lockhart's expression finally turned sour. He coughed and looked at Zheng Fan.

"Um, this student … may I ask if you are the leader of Slytherin, Fan zh …"

Before Gilderoy could finish, he was interrupted again. "It's Zheng Fan. My surname comes first, and my given name comes second. Professor, I don't like it when you change the order of my name according to Western standards," Zheng Fan said expressionlessly.

580 choked again. Lockhart opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped himself. "Well then, student Zheng Fan, there's something I'd like to make a deal with you.

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Zheng Fan did not say anything, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he glanced at Williams.

James asked knowingly, "What deal?"

Lockhart's lips moved and he rubbed his hands together. He looked embarrassed, but Zheng Fan could tell that he was 90% faking it.

"It's about … the word you just mentioned."

"Slytherin is an elite school. I'm sure they know a lot of rumors that are unfavorable to me. I hope that you can restrict the actions of Slytherin's students. Accordingly, I'll give you a reasonable reward …"

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Just as I reached the 900th word mark, it was already past twelve o 'clock … Sigh, it's not that I want to stop updating, it's just that time passes too quickly.

Too hasty, after love and hate, my hands are empty.

Laughter and tears, too hasty ~

Time passed too quickly.