Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

Well, Professor McGonagall even patted Mr. Sorting Hat upside down, clearly thinking there must be something seriously wrong with the hat.

Cassandra thought so too.

How could someone so weak possibly be assigned to Slytherin?

Has Mr. Sorting Hat been infected with a virus?

"I knew it. What kind of good person could be with Becky?"

A voice saying "As expected" pulled Cassandra back to reality.

She was a little unhappy.

It's fine to talk about Becky, but talking about this guy is a bit much.

This guy is so kind he's practically stupid.

Well, she felt that this guy now represented Slytherin, the house she would be attending in the future, and no one could slander him.

She glanced at the boy instinctively.

Sure enough, the boy looked even more upset.

He turned to his brother Harry Potter for help.

I hope he can comfort me.

Who knew that the stupid lion would actually look away.

Hmph, she knew Gryffindor was full of idiots.

A reckless and arrogant good-for-nothing.

That guy must be angry now, right?

It would be best to have a fight.

Then Cassandra will be able to watch the show again.

shit!

That guy actually left looking dejected?

Doesn't he want to argue?

She was so angry! She's so stupid!

"Cassandra Worley."

Professor McGonagall shouted this.

Cassandra raised her chin and walked haughtily toward the Sorting Hat.

Perhaps she could look down on this lousy hat, which even managed to get Darren Porter's colleges wrong!

"Slytherin!"

Before the hat even touched her head, she had already called out the name of the academy.

Cassandra snorted.

Throw away the hat and walk away.

She was just a little disappointed; she hadn't even looked down on that lousy hat yet!

After the sorting, she sat to Darren Porter's right.

She noticed that the Malfoys' little boy was sitting to his left.

They seemed eager to poison Darren Porter.

Pshaw, how childish!

If she succeeded in poisoning Malfoy in front of Headmaster Dumbledore, she would consider him a genius!

"Idiot, crybaby, trash, savage!"

Dumbledore spoke loudly from above.

Cassandra curled her lip; this was truly a crazy old man.

No wonder his hat was a silly hat too.

She took small bites of a steak.

Malfoy secretly slipped a chicken foot to the absent-minded Darren Porter.

vomit!

These scraps are truly worthy of Malfoy.

Darren Porter is about to get so angry he'll stand up and start a fight, isn't he?

Huh?

ate!

Did this foolish Potter suffer such a big blow because of the Sorting House thing?

Cassandra's speechless complaint.

However, considering that he himself might be even angrier if he were sorted into Gryffindor, he understood his emotions somewhat.

Never mind, I won't disturb his mood right now.

After dinner, she discovered that Darren Porter had been pulled away by Becky.

hateful!

This is her toy. Why should that old woman Becky pull on her toy?

She angrily followed him, and then heard Potter say that he was very strong.

Um, how big can it be?

It's impossible for someone to have troll blood, right?

She glanced at Potter's frail little body, completely disbelieving.

So she pushed Malfoy next to Potter.

She believed that Malfoy would definitely mock Potter.

Hmm, they'll probably start fighting, right?

She thought to herself with a hint of uncertainty.

That guy doesn't seem to be a fighter. Even if a fight breaks out, Becky is there, so he won't come out worse off.

So Cassandra watched the spectacle with great interest.

what?

Darren Porter hit someone!

She was shocked to discover how amazing that guy was.

He punched Malfoy away.

The amulet is all broken.

This……

This is great too!

Maybe this guy can fight me?

Interesting, so interesting!

Cassandra was really looking forward to the upcoming prefect selection tournament.

She wants to fight Darren!

Can……

This guy actually admitted defeat?

The reason is that he is unable to protect others.

This……

What a stupid reason.

But those are indeed things he would say.

As a result, Cassandra won without any surprises.

That evening, she notified all the new Slytherin students to get up and assemble at 6:30 the next morning, and deliberately did not look for him.

That guy didn't come out until after seven in the morning.

Seeing the disgruntled expressions on the faces of the new Slytherin students, she gently told them that they should gather at this time from now on.

Haha, now the Slytherin freshmen will definitely have a problem with him, and we might even see him hitting people again.

Cassandra was secretly overjoyed.

The next second, she saw the guy apologize sadly, lower his head in guilt, and his bright green eyes turned red, like a silly rabbit.