Chapter 41: So Scared

Cassandra followed behind the red-haired boy.

Watching him show excitement because of Harry Potter's appearance.

She scoffed.

Don't you see that the famous Harry Potter isn't even paying attention to you? What are you so happy about?

Stupid!

"Darren Potter!"

Professor McGonagall called out.

She saw the red-haired boy stand out.

This guy is named Darren, Darren Potter?

Does the Potter family have a red-hair gene?

She always felt this guy was a distant relative of the Weasley family!

Darren Potter spent an exceptionally long time in the Sorting Hat's hands, seemingly longer than Harry Potter.

Truly a strange family.

Thinking of this boy's personality and the Potter family tradition, Cassandra thought this guy was very likely to be in Gryffindor.

Of course, there was also a high probability of Hufflepuff.

With that silly look, she couldn't imagine him in any other house.

However.

"Slytherin!"

Mr. Sorting Hat happily spat out the word.

Cassandra noticed the boy looked like he was about to cry.

His emerald-green eyes were covered in a thin mist, looking extremely pitiful.

Many professors above couldn't help but look at him with concern. ===== CHAPTER 102 =====

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

Cassandra thought the same.

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

Has Mr. Sorting Hat caught a virus?

"I knew it, anyone who hangs out with that woman Becky, can they be any good?"

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

She was a bit unhappy.

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

This guy is already kind to the point of stupidity.

*Cough*, she just feels that this guy now represents Slytherin, which is the house she will go to in the future, and no one is allowed to slander it.

She subconsciously looked at the boy.

Sure enough, the boy looked even sadder.

He cast a pleading look toward his brother, Harry Potter.

Expecting him to comfort him a little.

Who knew that stupid lion actually looked away.

Hmph, she knew Gryffindors were all idiots.

Reckless, arrogant waste.

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 looking dejected?

Doesn't he want to argue?

It’s so infuriating, he’s truly stupid to death!

"Cassandra Vole."

Professor McGonagall called out like that.

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

Perhaps she could look down on this broken hat for even 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 aside and walked away.

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 Malfoy brat sitting to his left.

Eagerly trying to poison Darren Potter, it seemed.

Pfft, childish!

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

"Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak!"

Dumbledore said loudly from above.

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

No wonder his hat is also a silly hat.

She ate a piece of steak in small bites.

She saw Malfoy secretly stuff a chicken foot into the distracted Darren Potter's hand.

Ugh!

Such scraps, truly worthy of a Malfoy.

Darren Potter is going 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 emotions.

Forget it, she won't disturb his mood for now.

After the meal, she noticed Darren Potter being pulled away by Becky.

Damn it!

This is her toy, by what right does that old woman Becky pull her toy?

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

Uh, how great could it be?

It couldn't possibly be giant blood, could it?

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 start a fight, right?

She thought with some uncertainty.

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

So Cassandra watched the show with great interest.

Huh?

Darren Potter hit someone!

She discovered with shock that that guy was so powerful.

One punch sent Malfoy flying.

Even his amulet shattered.

This...

This is too awesome!

Perhaps this guy could also have a fight with her?

Interesting, too interesting!

Cassandra was looking forward to the upcoming Prefect Selection Tournament.

She wants to fight Darren!

But...

This guy actually conceded?

The reason was that he couldn't protect others.

This...

What a stupid reason.

But it is indeed something he would say.

So Cassandra won without any surprise.

That night, she notified all Slytherin freshmen to get up and gather at 6:30 the next morning, specifically not looking for 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 that they would 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 remorse, his pair of emerald-green eyes turning red, like a silly rabbit. ===== CHAPTER 103 =====

Her fingers twitched, and for the first time, she tasted a bit of remorse.

Was she a little too much?

Perhaps she could use other methods next time.

Making him make a fool of himself in front of so many people was indeed hard on him.

Hmph, she doesn't care about him; she’s just worried her toy will be broken!

By the way, she seems to have seen many Slytherins casting wary glances at her; they aren't going to write letters to complain, are they?

Oh my, she’s so scared.

So scared! ===== CHAPTER 104 =====