Chapter 98: Cassandra's Little Thoughts

Cassandra Vole didn't know what kind of person she was either.

Perhaps the most evil person in this world is herself, right?

Since she was little, she enjoyed making others fall into arguments because of her; if they could start a fight, that was even more of an achievement for her.

She liked it that way.

Before coming to Hogwarts, her reputation had already spread a little.

That stemmed from one or two unsuccessful pranks when she was still too young, which made her known to some people.

However, thanks to her family, even those who knew what kind of person she was didn't dare say a word against her.

An ancient family, beautiful appearance, powerful influence—wasn't she, Cassandra, superior to everyone else?

It's just that there are fewer and fewer interesting things in this world.

Cassandra always felt it was too boring.

She started to like sleeping.

Sleeping alone in a corner, time would just pass by as she slept.

It was the same on the way to school.

Until she heard a boy's voice on the Hogwarts train.

"How about... I go down first?"

She was a bit annoyed; if you're going down, just go down, why is your voice so loud?

It woke her up!

She had originally intended to get up and throw a fit.

Who knew that pretending to sleep had this benefit.

She heard a whole bunch of fun topics.

Something about Malfoy's revenge.

Something about teaching that boy not to block spells for others.

It made her laugh to death.

What kind of stupid behavior is this.

She felt relieved and forgave this stupid guy for waking her from her sleep.

Just as she was preparing to go back to sleep, she suddenly heard that stupid boy shout: "Senior, get down!"

This shout gave her a fright.

Her body even shook.

Then she opened her eyes and saw a red-haired boy covered in blood falling onto Becky.

She reflexively left the compartment, and only after reaching a safe place did she recall the boy's actions.

Ah, did he block a spell again?

No, it seemed like he blocked a gun; that was a Muggle gun, she had played with one.

He wouldn't die, would he?

She felt this guy was inexplicably interesting. ===== CHAPTER 100 =====