Chapter 1612

Bletchley was stunned.

He thought that the one who could make Becky look at him more than once was at least a pure-blood.

The result was actually a Muggle-born wizard.

He lost interest.

Such a small matter, Becky will definitely handle it cleanly, he can't threaten this woman at all.

"Sigh, my little girlfriend's family doesn't agree with her being with me so young..."

I was thinking about who to help me cover for two years, but I only found your handle, who knew it was still a Muggle-born wizard.

Bletchley said helplessly.

His little girlfriend's family doesn't allow her to have a boyfriend so young, and his family hopes he can climb the high branch of the Greengrass family.

This is really troublesome.

Becky couldn't be bothered to deal with Bletchley.

She continued to look at the little brat.

Until.

"Darren Potter!"

Potter!???

This surname made Becky open her mouth in shock. Her inelegant behavior was not too alternative.

Because many people were like this.

Of course, they were shocked that Harry Potter had a younger brother.

"Didn't you say he was a Muggle-born wizard?"

Bletchley looked at her in shock.

Apparently not understanding that she didn't even know the name of the tender grass.

Becky was angry from embarrassment.

It's just that she shook her head bitterly in the next second.

"He is a Potter!"

"Yeah, he is a Potter!"

That makes it even more impossible.

A little Death Eater and the savior's brother? Truly worlds apart.

Becky lowered her head.

What house can a Potter be sorted into? Gryffindor, of course!

Countless Potters are in Gryffindor.

This kid should be no exception.

Right, and that Harry Potter is in Gryffindor.

The two of them should be considered reunited, right?

Speaking of which, that kid was with Harry Potter before, and was waiting foolishly for Harry Potter outside.

This little brat hasn't seen Harry Potter? Also, he looks thinner and smaller than Harry Potter.

Where did Dumbledore throw him before? Becky frowned.

But she immediately told herself not to think about the Potter little brat anymore!

The little brat will have no intersection with her in the future! They are people of two worlds!

Becky raised her head expressionlessly.

She looked around at the Slytherin students; her future is only these people.

She thought a lot, and felt she didn't think of anything.

Just thinking and thinking, she found that the Potter little brat hadn't finished sorting yet.

This time is too long, right?

Could it be that the Potter little brat has no magic, so Mr. Sorting Hat is preparing to drive him back?

Becky thought with ill intent.

Then.

"Slytherin!"

What?

Slytherin?

"No way? A Potter family produced a Slytherin?"

Bletchley was shocked.

Then he looked at Becky and asked suspiciously: "Don't tell me your charm is too great, so you hooked him over?"

Ha!

Becky sneered.

She didn't answer.

Because she was watching the Potter little brat looking at Harry Potter with red eyes.

He seemed to want Potter's approval.

Pity he didn't get his wish.

Finally, he dragged his heavy steps to the dining table.

He sat next to Malfoy.

Cassandra sat on the other side.

Cassandra... Becky closed her eyes.

She withdrew her gaze.

The Potter little brat is sad, what does it have to do with her?

"Aren't you going to find Potter? He is about to be taken away by Miss Vole, right!"

Bletchley said suddenly.

Becky realized that it was time to leave.

She looked at the little brat walking next to Cassandra and subconsciously grabbed him.

Pulled him to her side.

Looking at his happy eyes, Becky suddenly thought of the suspicion Bletchley said.

This kid, wouldn't he really be hooked to Slytherin by her? Should, should not, right?

Becky thought with some uncertainty.

Clearly, when this little brat's sorting result came out, he was extremely sad.

But she thought of something else.

Mr. Sorting Hat actually cares a lot about the subconscious.

If this guy subconsciously wants to come over, then the Sorting Hat will send him over.

Forget it, forget it, don't worry about that much.

She should first let this guy prepare for the prefect selection.

Looking at this guy's appearance, it doesn't look like he knows.

She kindly told him.

It's just that he doesn't know magic?

Before school started for so long, he didn't even try the spells in the book?

Well, such a simple silly look, the school didn't let him try, it seems he doesn't... "Then use your fists to hit them!"

Hit them until they cry, isn't that it!

Slytherin must be ruthless, if not ruthless, how can one be popular?