Chapter 20

Looking at the two people confronting each other not far away, Darren's eyes gradually became serious.

He walked up with large strides, stood in front of Malfoy, frowned, and said displeasedly:

"Sir, you should apologize to this lady. You cannot push her down in such a public place just because she refused to dance with you.

Even more so, you shouldn't embarrass her here, or use her family to humiliate her. Everyone is born equal; pureblood is never superior. The only thing that is superior is noble character!"

[Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining 50 favorability with Cassandra Vole. Due to outstanding performance, reward: 2 points in Potion Talent.]

Following Darren's performance, the system's reward arrived.

Darren hurriedly accepted his reward.

He smacked his lips happily.

Good, now his Potion Talent is at 8 points.

According to the system, 10 points of talent for a new student is considered a top-tier genius.

With 8 points in Potions, he could at least be considered a little genius.

Of course, his Dark Arts talent was exceptionally outstanding.

It was 9 points by birth...

As for the other reward, the 50 favorability with Cassandra, Darren liked it too.

He didn't expect the system to reward such things.

Cassandra in the game was very beautiful.

He wondered what she looked like in reality?

In the game, she had blonde hair and green eyes.

According to rumors from Draco/Harry shippers, she was Draco and Harry's daughter.

Of course, those were all rumors.

Their "evil" theory.

But it couldn't be denied that this "Cassie" indeed had Draco's personality and Harry's green eyes.

Of course, she also had powerful magic and a fearless quality.

She believed she was better than everyone else.

Everyone else was her "dog."

Tsundere and sharp-tongued.

But when problems arose, she would silently stand at the front.

Such a twisted personality made many people her loyal fans.

Of course, many people hated her, because the game officials set her character to like "evil suppression": causing all kinds of conflicts to push the plot.

People who hated her loved to see her make a fool of herself.

Darren lowered his head with a bit of regret; he didn't know when he would be able to see this Slytherin Cassie.

Betty looked at the boy in front of her and frowned imperceptibly.

As a pureblood noble, and also a beautiful Slytherin pureblood lady.

Betty had been pursued by countless young men.

They appeared in front of her using all sorts of methods, trying to attract her attention.

Even that little brat from the Malfoy family just now was just using a different method.

She hated such pursuit methods, but had no way to speak out, because it would make her seem arrogant; after all, the other party hadn't said any words of confession.

Over time, she became a bit fierce.

Especially if the other party offended her, she could definitely draw her wand at the fastest speed and make him lie on the ground easily.

Logically speaking, her reputation had spread throughout Hogwarts, and no one dared to provoke her blindly, which was why she went to that ball.

Who would have thought that there were no male wizards of her age to invite her to dance, and as a result, a little brat like Malfoy who hadn't even entered school yet insisted on dancing with her.

Betty knew the other party might just be spoiled at home, willful and reckless; he liked her invitation, but more than that, he wanted to show off.

Show off that he could invite her, the Slytherin "Queen Bee," to dance.

As a result, after being rejected by her, he started finding trouble with her in all sorts of ways.

She actually wasn't afraid of this Malfoy at all.

This guy only knew how to talk big; if it weren't for her avoiding a Muggle's touch just now, Malfoy wouldn't have been able to touch her at all.

And if it weren't for Malfoy suddenly mentioning her family, she might have already left by now.

But even so, she wouldn't take action here; she would give Malfoy a profound lesson after school started.

Let him understand that not all purebloods were like those two idiots, Crabbe and Goyle!

It was just unexpected that when she was about to leave, another little brat, as young as Malfoy, came up.

And said a whole bunch of stuff about purebloods not being superior.

Naive!

How could purebloods not be superior?

Pureblood families had a heritage that Muggle families didn't have, a more noble status, and assets that Muggles didn't have.

Why couldn't purebloods be superior for that?

Betty thought with a bit of anger.

She thought, if this boy was here to curry favor, then he was wrong!

She, the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family.

The Queen Bee of Slytherin.

Would absolutely not be moved by someone with such theories!

Betty's face turned cold, and she looked at Darren coldly.

She wanted to let this little brat know that the glory of purebloods could not be offended!

Especially someone like Darren, who could tell at a glance that he wasn't a little brat who grew up in the magic world!

Perhaps he was even a Muggle-born Mudblood.

Thinking of this, Betty even started to get annoyed.

She shouldn't have wasted her breath with Malfoy here, which attracted this kind of little brat.

She felt disgusted just thinking about his identity!

But before she could coldly scold this little brat who might enter the stupid Hufflepuff or the reckless Gryffindor, she heard Malfoy already starting to issue disdainful mockery.

"I think Hogwarts is truly terrible, recruiting Muggle-born Mudbloods like you every year.

Dirty and smelly; I think under your robes, you might still be wearing a set of Muggle clothes, right?

Get back to your Muggle world quickly; maybe you can find a Muggle lady there who is just like you."

Malfoy dragged out his voice, speaking with an arrogant tone and disdain, and he looked at Darren sarcastically.

Looking at his eyes, which seemed to be distracted, he continued with contempt: "Purebloods are always nobler than Mudbloods!"

Darren's thoughts were pulled back to reality by Malfoy's words.

Looking at the "Draco" in front of him.

He rolled his eyes.

Whether life is equal or not is not something to be doubted.

But clearly, half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards are stronger than pureblood wizards.

This guy probably doesn't even know that Voldemort's mother was a Squib and his father was a Muggle; speaking of which, Voldemort is a Mudblood too!

Didn't he do the same thing, stepping on these purebloods under his feet?

Hilarious; these pureblood wizards are probably all being played by Voldemort, right?