Chapter 1651

Moreover, his taste seemed to lean more toward there as well.

Cassandra transformed an exquisite Chinese snuff bottle following his outline, and then she saw Professor McGonagall's knowing look.

What kind of look was that?

She hadn't copied the idiot; she was just imitating—yes, imitating!

"It's very hard, isn't it?"

Professor McGonagall asked softly.

"Chasing after him must be very exhausting."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Cassandra walked out of the classroom.

She looked arrogant.

She, Cassandra Vole, didn't need anyone's pity! And she had nothing to do with that idiot!

It was just that for some reason, she felt a slight sourness in her heart.

It was clearly her who met him first, so why did that idiot always fail to see her? What was so good about that Miss Know-It-All?

She was always causing him so much trouble, and last time she almost got him hurt; why did he like staying by that Granger's side?

Could he not see her, sitting by his side at all times?