Chapter 489: Cassandra's Perspective!!

Cassandra hated a classmate in school.

That classmate was named Darren Potter.

She originally thought she should have no intersection with that guy.

Because that guy was really too stupid.

If it were before, such a person would definitely not make Cassandra feel any interest in hating him.

But for some reason, she just hated him.

Hated him for going to Gryffindor stupidly every time.

And hated him for jumping three feet high with excitement when he heard news about Gryffindor's Harry Potter.

Especially when that Harry Potter came to the Slytherin table to find him.

Cassandra revealed an annoyed expression.

Gryffindor coming over to eat breakfast with Slytherin, what was he thinking?

Dreaming!

She thought absentmindedly.

Who knew that stupid guy would actually stand up.

Nani?

Was he really going to the Gryffindor table?

Was he crazy?

Cassandra grabbed his shoulder.

Hmph, with such a small frame, he still wanted to go to Gryffindor, wasn't he afraid of being dealt with by Slytherin?

She thought with some disgust.

This guy had better be obedient, otherwise...

She looked up into this guy's eyes, and then she froze.

Those emerald green eyes were full of pleading.

This guy was pleading with her?

Cassandra was somewhat angry.

She had known this guy for so long, and this guy had never shown her a pleading expression, but he actually did it because of this Harry Potter...

It was too infuriating!

Cassandra felt she hated him to death.

He deserved to be punished.

To be severely punished by those people until he cried.

To let this stupid guy learn a lesson!

She thought, putting her hand down indignantly.

Then, she heard about that guy's background.

From an orphanage?

And picking rotten vegetable leaves to eat?

Excessive!

Cassandra put down the knife and fork in her hand indignantly.

She felt she wasn't angry because that stupid guy was being abused.

She just hated Muggles for not being good to wizards.

No matter how stupid that guy was, he was still a Slytherin wizard.

Although he couldn't be counted as pure-blood.

She heard other Slytherins also feeling somewhat unhappy.

Everyone should have the same idea, right?

Although that guy was stupid, their Slytherin people couldn't be bullied.

She thought angrily.

But when they returned to the dormitory, they faced a problem: discussing how to punish that stupid guy.

She was almost the first to raise her hand, saying haughtily: "I am a first-year prefect, you guys hand over the right to punish to me, I will make him get punished!"

"Hand it to you? Won't you be biased towards him? Let me say, everyone should cast a curse on him, let him be punished properly!"

A guy named Flint said gloatingly.

His statement didn't win much praise; many of those Slytherins were hesitating, not knowing what they were thinking.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes; this Flint actually dared to refute her?

Hmph, tonight when I go back, I must give him a hard one!

But she still didn't refute.

Because she saw at a glance that most people didn't intend to punish that stupid guy.

Although the stupid guy was stupid, surprisingly, he was quite popular in Slytherin.

These people couldn't bear to see him punished.

Cassandra felt somewhat angry; with the stupid guy like that, there were still people who liked him?

Couldn't they learn from her?

Be cold to him?

A group of arrogant Slytherins argued in the common room for a long time, and finally decided that each person would cast a curse to punish him.

And they also had to use their aura to scare that stupid guy.

To make him not take school rules seriously.

Cassandra originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of that guy's ability, she finally didn't say anything.

That guy also deserved some punishment.

Did he think Slytherin was his home?

Afternoon.

That guy came back excitedly.

He was holding a pile of... cookies, right? Cassandra felt she couldn't even recognize what those things were.

Did those Gryffindors take him out just to give him that pile of junk?

Then he might as well ask her for some, the candy and cookies in her house were piled up like a mountain, hmph!

But she still didn't speak, preparing to do as they said, to scare him, but before he could be scared, Malfoy suddenly started mocking him.

Cassandra was preparing to mock this guy for not knowing the situation, when she saw this guy smile disdainfully.

Oh my, Malfoy, who was mocked as always looking for his father, was actually not too stupid.

He was actually doing it on purpose.

Deliberately interrupting them from scaring the stupid guy.

Cassandra curled her lips; sure enough, there were no too stupid people in Slytherin.

There was only one stupid guy.

And besides Malfoy disrupting the rhythm, Becky, the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family, also disrupted the rhythm.

As soon as she stood up, she accused the stupid guy.

And changed the punishment they had discussed, one curse per person, into the Cruciatus Curse.

Cassandra frowned somewhat.

The Cruciatus Curse, how could such a spell be used?

And Becky Greengrass seemed to have been saved by this stupid guy, right?

Could she cast the Cruciatus Curse on her savior?

There was something strange!

Cassandra pinched her chin.

She stood haughtily to the side; she decided, just look here, what they intended to do.