Chapter 96

Following Snape's words.

The whole of Slytherin breathed a sigh of relief.

Not to mention Snape didn't want them to be in the same dormitory as Darren, they didn't want to be in the same dormitory as Darren either.

Who knows if this guy would get angry one day and punch them to death.

Their families didn't have the Malfoy family's protective charm.

Snape curled his lips, waved his hand, signaling the remaining trials to continue quickly.

He noticed that the boy's eyes were almost unable to open.

The first-year prefect position finally fell to Cassandra.

Snape looked at her without emotion, waved his hand, and let her take the first-years away.

Only then did Darren notice that Cassandra had also entered Slytherin.

Also, this is Slytherin's 'Card Queen'.

Entering is normal; if she hadn't entered, he would have found it strange.

Darren yawned.

Following behind all the first-years, he walked toward the dormitory.

Scaring Tike in the last row into walking tremblingly, for fear that Darren would punch him.

Darren curled his lips.

Does he look like such a violent person?

It's just that he's sleepy now.

He doesn't want to spread his saintly radiance.

He just wants to lie on the bed and sleep.

After choosing a dormitory, he plunged into the bed curtains and fell asleep.

Seven o'clock the next morning.

Darren stretched and walked out of the dormitory.

As soon as he turned the corner, he found that all the first-years of Slytherin were already prepared, sitting in the common room in a daze.

"Hmph, we've been waiting for you!"

Malfoy said unhappily.

He originally didn't want to wait for Darren with the other students, but Cassandra didn't agree and even held her wand against his head.

Scaring him into raising his hands in surrender, deciding to give in once.

"Sorry, I got up late!"

Darren apologized embarrassedly.

He really hadn't expected that Slytherin classes were all together.

"Not late, from now on everyone come out after seven!"

Cassandra said with a relatively gentle tone.

Except for Darren, Slytherin had learned her temper last night.

She was even colder than Senior Becky.

And she would act without a word.

She used spells very skillfully.

She was like a third-year top student.

What was even more criticized was her coldness.

She didn't show any kindness to anyone.