Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

"Well, Professor McGonagall even turned the Sorting Hat upside down and patted it, clearly thinking there was a big problem with the hat.

Cassandra thought so too.

How could such a weakling be sorted into Slytherin?

Was the Sorting Hat infected with a virus?

"I knew it, what good could come from being with that woman, Becky?"

A voice of 'I knew it' pulled Cassandra back to her thoughts.

She felt a little unhappy.

It was okay to talk about Becky, but it was a bit much to talk about this guy.

This guy was already kind to the point of being stupid.

Ahem, she felt that this guy already represented Slytherin, the house she was going to in the future, and no one could slander it.

She subconsciously looked at the boy.

Sure enough, the boy looked even sadder.

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

Hoping he could comfort him.

Who knew that stupid lion would look away.

Hmph, she knew that Gryffindor was full of idiots.

Reckless and arrogant waste.

Now that guy should be angry, right?

It's best to have a fight.

Then she, Cassandra, could watch the fun.

Shit!

That guy actually left in disappointment?

Doesn't he want to argue?

It's infuriating, he's really stupid!

"Cassandra Vole."

Professor McGonagall called out.

Cassandra raised her chin and walked proudly towards the Sorting Hat.

Perhaps she could despise this broken hat for sorting even Darrenport into the wrong house!

"SLYTHERIN!"

The hat hadn't even touched the top of her head before it shouted out the house.

Cassandra snorted.

She threw off the hat and walked away.

She was just a little disappointed that she hadn't had a chance to despise this broken hat!

After the sorting, she sat to Darrenport's right.

She noticed the Malfoy brat sitting to his left.

Eager to poison Darrenport.

Tch, childish!

Trying to poison someone in front of Headmaster Dumbledore, if he succeeds, she'll consider this Malfoy a genius!

"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

Dumbledore said loudly from above.

Cassandra curled her lips, this was really a crazy old man.

No wonder his hat was also a stupid hat.

She ate a piece of steak in small bites.

She saw Malfoy secretly stuffing a chicken foot to the absent-minded Darrenport.

Ugh!

These scraps, as expected of Malfoy.

Darrenport should be angry enough to stand up and fight, right?

Huh?

He ate it!

Was this foolish Potter so traumatized by the sorting?

Cassandra complained speechlessly.

But thinking that if she were sorted into Gryffindor, she might be even more angry than him, she slightly understood his emotions.

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

After dinner, she found that Darrenport had been pulled away by Becky.

Damn it!

This was her toy, why was that old woman, Becky, pulling her toy?

She angrily followed, and heard that Potter said he was strong.

Um, how strong could he be?

He couldn't possibly have giant blood, right?

She glanced at Potter's frail little body and didn't believe it at all.

So she pushed Malfoy next to Potter.

She believed that Malfoy would definitely mock Potter.

Um, they should fight, right?

She thought a little uncertainly.

That guy didn't seem to be the fighting type, and even if they did fight, Becky was next to him, so he wouldn't suffer.

So Cassandra watched the fun with great interest.

Ah?

Darrenport hit someone!

She was shocked to find that guy was so powerful.

He punched Malfoy away.

Even the amulet broke.

This...

This is too great!

Perhaps this guy can fight with her?

Interesting, too interesting!

Cassandra was really looking forward to the upcoming prefect election.

She wants to fight Darren!

But...

This guy actually admitted defeat?

The reason was that he couldn't protect others.

This...

What a stupid reason.

But it was indeed the words he could say.

So Cassandra won without any surprise.

That night, she notified all the Slytherin freshmen to get up and gather at six thirty in the morning the next day, specifically not looking for him.

That guy came out more than seven o'clock in the morning.

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 must have opinions about him, maybe she can see him hitting someone again.

Cassandra's heart was cheering.

Only in the next second, she saw that guy apologize sadly, lowered his head guiltily, and his pair of emerald green eyes turned red, like a silly rabbit.