Harry Potter's Dharma

"Aren't you unhappy that they're talking about you like that?"

Hermione stared blankly at Zheng Fan. She didn't expect Zheng Fan to stop her.

Normally, Zheng Fan would be the one who was agitated. Hermione had always been the rational one.

"Hermione, let me ask you a question."

Zheng Fan smiled at Hermione.

"What would happen if a second-year student replaced the teacher in the Defense Against Black Magic class?"

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Hermione knew what Zheng Fan wanted to do.

If it was any other class, it wouldn't be strange if a senior student replaced the teacher.

Every professor would have one or two assistants. Occasionally, there would also be a senior student who would take over for the professor.

But if it was a second-year student, it would be a different story.

No matter how great Zheng Fan's achievements were, he was still a second-year student.

In other words, in the wizarding world, he was just a newly promoted wizard who needed to be corrected.

So what if he was the leader of Slytherin Academy?

Even Professor Snape had no choice but to swallow his pride in front of him, so what?

Zheng Fan was just a second-year student.

Although Zheng Fan had always wanted to break this secular concept, sometimes, it still had some effect on Zheng Fan.

For example, now.

If Lockhart allowed a second-year student to replace the teacher in the class, it was possible that Lockhart would have to endure the pressure from the fishing boats.

Even though Zheng Fan had a lot of fans and could speak up for Lockhart, it wasn't as if Zheng Fan didn't have a trump card. For example, Zheng Fan knew a little about testing the pressure and guiding the fishing boats.

This was Lockhart's punishment for getting his little Hermione into trouble during class and trying to take advantage of him.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan smiled and walked slowly to the podium.

On the bus, Lockhart had tried to restrain himself, so Zheng Fan didn't pursue the matter. But this time, he couldn't let Lockhart off the hook.

"Just like what you've seen, these fairies are Cornish fairies."

When Zheng Fan spoke, the students who had just caught the fairies back into the cages were stunned and looked at Zheng Fan.

"Who is this person?"

"It seems like this person was the one who subdued the little fairy just now …"

"A fan of Lockhart?

Or a teaching assistant? "

"Wait, I know this person, but isn't he Rank 2?"

Immediately, there was a heated discussion about Zheng Fan's behavior. When someone pointed out that Zheng Fan was a second-year student like them, the classroom immediately went into an uproar.

"What second year?!"

"He's actually the same age as us?!"

"That doesn't make sense. Is he the one who subdued the Cornish fairies?"

"That's not right. Why is a second-year student standing on the podium? Could it be that he wants to teach us?"

"We're all in the same grade. What right does he have to teach us?"

"He's just Lockhart's assistant. Even so, the Defense Against Black Magic class is a very rigorous class. They can't possibly let a second-year student take it."

"Hey, hey, hey, come down quickly. Since the tutor isn't here, study by yourself. This isn't a class that you can take!"

Immediately, Zheng Fan was asked to come down. Then, the voices of self-study resounded throughout the classroom.

Of course, there were also some who discovered that he was a student of Slytherin and began to question why he had come to listen to Ravenclaw.

Zheng Fan did not speak. Of course, he was not frightened by their words. He was simply enjoying the moment.

Zheng Fan did not like being looked down upon, but he perversely enjoyed it when others questioned him. After a while, these doubts would all be shattered by Zheng Fan.

… Flowers …

He glanced at the children. After about three to four minutes of listening, they were almost out of energy to continue speaking. When their voices began to fade, Zheng Fan finally spoke.

"Since this is a Defense Against Black Magic class, can you accept the fact that the professor released a bunch of fairies and left them alone for you to observe carefully?" Zheng Fan asked.

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"After all, you are from Ravenclaw. If I remember correctly, Ravenclaw is famous for its knowledge and wisdom. All the students who enter Ravenclaw are extremely intelligent. I believe that you are the same."

Hearing Zheng Fan's praise, the students immediately fell silent. Instead, they looked at Zheng Fan to see what he had to say.

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"Then naturally, your thirst for knowledge should be higher than other academies.

That's why I was a little hurt just now. Even if you think the same as the secular world, I'm a second-year student. Even if I don't have much ability, what I showed just now should be a higher level of intelligence than you, a better understanding of the fairies, and a higher level of magic than you.

As soon as Zheng Fan said that, the people who had been hooting earlier instantly stopped talking. They looked at each other and lowered their heads.

"Since the professor has run away, I'm just a passerby. I'll tell you how he wants to deal with the Cornish fairies."

Zheng Fan said with a smile.

"At least, I'm more familiar with this than you."

After this explanation, the students of Ravenclaw no longer objected.

When Zheng Fan was about to explain, a female fan of Lockhart stood up and asked a strange question.

"Erm, excuse me, are you Lockhart's assistant?"

Faced with this question, Zheng Fan glanced at everyone present. They also looked like they were eager to know the answer.

Zheng Fan shook his head and denied this statement.

"Not Nine."