Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"Well, I throw in the towel and won't divide you between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."

"How about going straight to Azkaban?"

Cassandra wanted to laugh, but now she just snapped her fingers to release Moran.

"Just kidding, you're really angry."

The Sorting Hat laughed dryly: "Actually, what I want to say is, why do you think you are not suitable for Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?"

"Who told you you were fit for Slytherin or Gryffindor?"

"Is it your original heart, or the influence of people or things around you?"

Cassandra flinched.

This question sounds meaningless at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, it seems that there is a big mystery hidden.

Why did she have to go to Slytherin or Gryffindor?

Because of his blood, and his current surname Malfoy?

Because of the influence the system exerts on itself?

Because the protagonist group is in Gryffindor?

After a little silence, Cassandra replied softly: "Good question."

"You are very smart, Cassandra. But you have to recognize yourself, and don't let others take advantage of your power."

"You will become a great wizard, I believe that day will come."

Cassandra smiled slightly: "Thanks... so should I go to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?"

"No, it's not for you there. You're not wise enough, and you won't be faithful."

What are you!

"Slytherin!"

No longer giving Cassandra a chance to speak, the Sorting Hat cheerfully made a judgment.

It can't read Cassandra's past life and the existence of the system, but it can tell what Cassandra is being affected by.

What is hidden behind it is naturally not something that a hat needs to consider.

All it has to do is tell Cassandra what is right for it.

As for the opinion of the White Demon King, anyway, Cassandra threatened to tear off the Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat can only protect itself.

The White Demon King still has doubts, so let's fight Cassandra himself first.

Shocking cheers sounded, and everyone in Slytherin jumped to their feet.

In the past, they would not cheer their new classmates so enthusiastically, they all pay attention to elegance and etiquette.

But Cassandra was different. In their eyes, she was more like a prize given to Slytherin by Merlin.

Seeing this scene, Harry was a little disappointed, Draco laughed heartily, but Hermione was uneasy.

Dumbledore on the rostrum looked at Cassandra with a smile, and adjusted his half-moon glasses, which shimmered in the lenses.

The sorting ceremony continued, and soon it was Hermione's turn.

When the sorting hat was put on her head, she silently said: "Slytherin, Slytherin!"

She just wanted to be parted with Cassandra, and didn't want to think about the rest.

"Gryffindor!"

But the Sorting Hat didn't hesitate at all, and directly judged Hermione's whereabouts.

Although the Sorting Hat sometimes adopts the opinions of the parties involved, more often the Sorting Hat will only believe in itself.

Everyone seems to put forward their own opinions, but there are very few people who can really know themselves and judge their own future.

Hermione came to the long table of Gryffindor in a daze, smiling a little forcedly at the cheers and applause from the academy people, her eyes were always on Cassandra, she was dissatisfied and separated from Cassandra.

She really wanted to say something to Cassandra, but obviously she couldn't just run over now.

After a while, Draco was also assigned to Slytherin, and even pushed away the first-year freshman next to Cassandra, and sat beside his sister carelessly.

With Goyle and Crabbe escorting him, the skinny freshman dared not get angry or speak out.

"The banquet begins!"

The sorting hat ended, with Dumbledore's order.

A sumptuous dinner prepared by the house-elves appeared on the table.

It was the first time for the little wizards in the first grade to see such a rich food, and they immediately ate heartily.

Even Draco was infected by this atmosphere and directly attacked.

However, Cassandra was not so enthusiastic, because her time was running out, and there was still half an hour.

Cassandra turned her head to look at the main stage, and found that several people on the main stage were also looking at her.

Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Garlic Quirrell.

And maybe that noseless Dark Lord on the back of his head?

Dumbledore smiled slightly, and looked at Madam Pomfrey in the distance.

Madam Pomfrey, who had been absent-minded all this time, saw the headmaster's prompt and immediately stood up and walked towards Cassandra.

"Miss Malfoy, let's confirm your wound now?"

Draco, who had a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, was startled, as if he had thought of something, and wanted to get up quickly.

"Eat with peace of mind, Draco, I will take care of myself."

"But sister..."

"I don't worry if you go, understand?"

Draco naturally understood.

Although he understood it very well, he still wanted to take a look at his sister in that state.

The kind of appearance that he could never forget in his dreams.

Then Madam Pomfrey found Harry.

Harry was originally reluctant to have dinner with his classmates, but seeing Cassandra whose finger gauze was stained red, he immediately stood up: "Okay, Madam Pomfrey."

If Madam Pomfrey is too busy, maybe I can help her take care of Cassandra?

With a little thought in mind, Harry followed Cassandra and Madam Pomfrey to the school hospital unhurriedly.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, you should find a bed and lie down for a while, your examination will waste even more time."

"Miss Malfoy's injury is a trauma and needs to be dealt with faster."

Harry nodded, and found a bed near Cassander to lie down on.

Looking sideways at Cassandra who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the back of the other party covered by the blond hair made his heart beat faster.

Then there was a stabbing sound, and Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtain to separate the two of them.

Madam Pomfrey would naturally not miss such a small matter.

Harry pursed his lips helplessly, and could only listen attentively to the conversation between the two.

"Oh, it's really pitiful, Miss Malfoy, it must be very painful, right?"

"Actually, I can bear it. If you don't suggest it, how about calling me Cassandra?"

The name Miss Malfoy is naturally okay, but Cassandra suddenly feels uncomfortable.

"No problem, Cassandra. Hold on tight, I'm about to take the gauze off."

As Harry listened, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly closed his eyes.

However, no one noticed that the lightning scar on his forehead suddenly flashed a red blood light.

Harry's headache obviously wasn't just hitting his head.

046 The Fourth Watch of Harry's Dreamland

In a daze, Harry seemed to hear the sound of arguing.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was actually lying in the crib.

In the distance, several people were fighting, and spells were flying around.

Is that his father and mother?

There were screams and crying.

The father fell, the mother fell, and a figure walked in with a wand.

Her blond hair was slightly curled, and her flawless face was accented with black eyeshadow.

That seems to be the grown-up Cassandra?

A little less cute, a little more sexy and sharp.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was still so attractive, but the elder wand turned bloody, making him look chilling.

She said slowly: "Finally found you...Harry Potter!"

The next second, with a wave of her wand, green light gushed out.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry Potter screamed in fright, but was shocked to find that the scream turned out to be a female voice.

The surroundings became quiet, and he opened his eyes again. There were no parents, and he had already returned to Dudley's house.

Is everything a dream?

He ran out of the compartment under the stairs in a panic, came to the living room, and found a mirror in the living room.

There seemed to be a lovely figure in the mirror.

Go in and take a look, isn't that figure himself?