Chapter 101

Hmm, Professor McGonagall even turned the Sorting Hat upside down and patted it, clearly feeling that the hat must have had a major problem.

Cassandra thought so too.

Such a weak little thing, how could he be sorted into Slytherin?

Did Mr. Sorting Hat catch a virus?

"I just knew it, how could anyone with that woman Becky be a good person?"

A voice saying "as expected" pulled Cassandra's thoughts back.

She was a bit unhappy.

Saying things about Becky was fine, but saying them about this guy was a bit too much.

This guy was already kind to the point of stupidity.

*Cough*, she felt that this guy now represented Slytherin, which was the house she would go to in the future; no one could slander it.

She subconsciously looked at the boy.

Sure enough, the boy looked even sadder.

He cast a look of help toward his brother, Harry Potter.

Expecting him to comfort himself.

Who knew that stupid lion actually looked away.

Hmph, she knew Gryffindors were all idiots.

Reckless and arrogant trash.

Now that guy should be angry, right?

It would be best if they had a fight.

Then she, Cassandra, could watch the show again.

Shit!

That guy actually walked away dejectedly?

Doesn't he want to argue?

It makes her so angry, he's truly stupid to death!

"Cassandra Vole."

Professor McGonagall called out like this.

Cassandra lifted her chin and walked proudly toward the Sorting Hat.

Perhaps she could look down on this broken hat for sorting Darren Potter into the wrong house!

"Slytherin!"

The hat hadn't even touched the top of her head before it shouted the house.

Cassandra huffed.

She threw the hat away and walked off.

It was just a little disappointing; she hadn't even looked down on this broken hat yet!

After the sorting, she sat to the right of Darren Potter.

She noticed the little brat from the Malfoy family sitting to his left.

Eagerly trying to poison Darren Potter.

Pfft, childish!

Trying to poison someone in front of that Headmaster Dumbledore—if he succeeded, she would consider this Malfoy a genius!

"Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak!"

Dumbledore said loudly from above.

Cassandra curled her lips; this was truly a crazy old man.

No wonder his hat was also a silly hat.

She ate a piece of steak in small bites.

She saw Malfoy secretly stuff a chicken foot to the absent-minded Darren Potter.

Ugh!

Such scraps, truly worthy of being a Malfoy.

Darren Potter is about to be so angry he stands up to fight, right?

Huh?

He ate it!

Has this stupid Potter been hit so hard because of the sorting?

Cassandra complained speechlessly.

However, thinking that if she were sorted into Gryffindor, she might be even angrier than him, she slightly understood his mood.

Forget it, she wouldn't disturb his mood right now.

After the meal, she discovered Darren Potter was dragged away by Becky.

Damn it!

This is her toy; what right does that old woman Becky have to drag her toy away?

She followed angrily, only to hear that Potter say he had great strength.

Uh, how strong could that be?

It couldn't possibly be giant blood, right?

She glanced at Potter's frail little body and didn't believe it at all.

So she pushed Malfoy to Potter's side.

She believed Malfoy would definitely mock Potter.

Hmm, they should fight, right?

She thought a bit uncertainly.

That guy didn't seem like a fighter, and even if they did fight, Becky was nearby, so he wouldn't suffer a loss.

So Cassandra watched the show with great interest.

Huh?

Darren Potter hit someone!

She discovered in shock that that guy was so powerful.

He sent Malfoy flying with one punch.

Even the amulet shattered.

This...

This is too awesome!

Perhaps this guy could also fight her?

Interesting, too interesting!

Cassandra was looking forward to the upcoming prefect selection tournament.

She wanted to fight Darren!

But...

This guy actually conceded?

The reason was that he couldn't protect others.

This...

What a stupid reason.

But it was indeed something he would say.

So Cassandra won without any surprise.

That night, she notified all the Slytherin freshmen to get up and gather at six-thirty the next morning, deliberately not finding him.

When that guy came out in the morning, it was already past seven.

She looked at the dissatisfied expressions of the Slytherin freshmen and told him in a gentle tone to come out and gather at this time from now on.

Hahaha, now the Slytherin freshmen will definitely have opinions about him; maybe she can see him hit someone again.

Cassandra's heart was cheering.

But the next second, she saw that guy apologize sadly, lower his head in guilt, and his pair of emerald green eyes turned red, like a silly rabbit. ===== CHAPTER 103 =====