Hogwarts: I Obtained the Systemic Father

Kassandra followed behind the red-haired boy.

Watching him show excitement because of Harry Potter’s appearance.

She scoffed.

I didn’t see that the famous Harry Potter didn’t pay attention to you, what do you say you are happy about?

Stupid!

“Darren Potter!”

Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

She saw the red-haired boy stand up.

This guy’s name is Darren, Darren Porter?

Say that the Potters still have red-haired genes?

She always thought this guy was a distant relative of the Weasleys!

Darren Potter has been in the hands of the Sorting Hat for an extra long time, as if surpassing Harry Potter.

What a strange family.

Thinking about the boy’s personality, as well as the Potter family traditions, Cassandra thought that this guy was most likely from Gryffindor.

Of course, there is also a high chance that it is Hufflepuff.

Just that little fool, she couldn’t think of other colleges.

However.

“Slytherin!”

Mr. Sorting Hat spat out the word happily.

Kassandra noticed that the boy seemed to be about to cry.

The green eyes were stained with a layer of mist, and they looked pitiful.

Many professors above looked at him involuntarily worriedly.

Well, Professor McGonagall also patted Mr. Sorting Hat upside down, apparently thinking that something should be wrong with the hat.

Kassandra thought the same way.

How could such a weak one be assigned to Slytherin?

Is Mr. Sorting Hat a virus?

“I know what kind of good person can be with that woman Betsy?”

A voice that was sure enough pulled Cassandra back to her thoughts.

She was a little upset.

To say that Betsy can, to say that this guy is a bit excessive.

This guy is already kind enough to be stupid.

Ahem, she thinks that this guy now represents Slytherin, that is the house she will go to in the future, and no one can denigrate it.

She subconsciously looked at the boy.

Sure enough, the boy looked even more upset.

He turned his attention to his brother Harry Potter.

Expect him to comfort himself.

Who knew that the stupid lion actually looked away.

Hmph, she knew Gryffindor was all idiots.

Reckless and arrogant waste.

That guy should be angry now, right?

It’s better to quarrel.

At that time, she Kassandra will be able to watch lively again.

shit！

That guy actually walked away in disappointment?

Doesn’t he want to quarrel?

But she was angry, she was really stupid!

“Kassandra Volley.”

Professor McGonagall shouted.

Kassandra lifted her chin and walked haughtily towards the Sorting Hat.

Maybe she can despise this broken hat, and even Darren Porter’s academy can be wrong!

“Slytherin!”

Before the hat reached the top of her head, she had already called out of the academy.

Kassandra snorted.

Throw away your hat and walk away.

It’s just a little lost, she doesn’t despise this broken hat yet!

After the sorting, she sat to the right of Darrenport.

She noticed that the Malfoy cub was sitting to his left.

It was as if he wanted to poison Darren Porter.

Whoosh, childish!

In front of that Headmaster Dumbledore, she wanted to poison, if it succeeded, she considered this Malfoy a genius!

“Stupid, crying nose, scum, hideous!”

Dumbledore said loudly above.

Kassandra pouted, this is really a crazy old man.

No wonder his hat is also a silly hat.

She took a small bite of steak.

Seeing Malfoy secretly, he stuffed a chicken paw into the absent-minded Darren Porter.

Vomit!

This kind of scrap is indeed worthy of Malfoy.

Darren Potter is going to stand up and fight angrily, right?

Hey?

Eat!

Did this stupid Potter, because of the Sorting Room, be hit so hard?

Kassandra spat wordlessly.

However, thinking that if he was sorted into Gryffindor, he might be more angry than him, and understood his emotions a little.

Forget it, it won’t disturb his current mood.

After eating, she found that Darren Potter had been pulled away by Betsy.

Damn it!

This is her toy, why did that old woman Betsy pull her toy?

She followed angrily, and heard the Potter say that he had a lot of strength.

Well, how big can this be?

There can’t always be a troll bloodline, right?

She glanced at Potter’s weak little body and didn’t believe it at all.

So she pushed Malfoy to Potter’s side.

She was sure Malfoy would have taunted Potter.

Well, it should be fighting, right?

She thought a little uncertainly.

That guy doesn’t seem to be the one to fight, even if he fights, Betsy is next to him, and he can’t suffer a loss.

So Kassandra watched the excitement with interest.

Yes?

Darren Potter hit someone!

She was shocked to find that the guy was so good.

A punch knocked Malfoy away.

The amulets were all broken.

This….

It’s also fantastic!

Maybe this guy can also fight with himself?

Interesting, so funny!

Kassandra was looking forward to the next prefect tryouts.

She’s going to fight Darren!

But…

This guy actually threw in the towel?

The reason is that he can’t protect other people.

This….

What a stupid reason.

But it’s really what he can say.

So Kassandra won without surprise.

That night, she informed all the Slytherin freshmen, and got up at half-past six the next morning to assemble, deliberately not looking for him.

When the guy came out in the morning, it was past seven o’clock.

She looked at the dissatisfied looks of the Slytherin freshmen, and told him in a gentle tone that she would come out and assemble at this time in the future.

Hahaha, now the Slytherin freshmen must have an opinion about him, maybe they can see him beating people again.

Kassandra cheered in her heart.

Just the next second, she saw the guy apologize sadly, lowered his head guiltily, and his turquoise eyes turned red, like a silly rabbit.

She moved her fingers and tasted a little guilt for the first time.

Isn’t she going a little too far?

Maybe she could do something else next time.

It is indeed difficult for him to make an ugly appearance in front of so many people.

Hmph, she doesn’t care about him, she’s just worried that her toys will be played with badly!

By the way, she seems to have seen many Slytherins casting wary eyes at her, they won’t write a complaint, right?

Oops, it scared her to death.

I’m so afraid!