Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

Before mastering wandless spellcasting, the speed of drawing wands accounted for at least half of the combat effectiveness.

With a flick of his wand, a burst of magic power knocked Pansy away.

The students in the hall exclaimed, not only because of the speed of Cassandra's shot, but also because of the suspected silent spell casting method.

Simply incredible.

Is she really only 11 years old?

Pan Xi was not seriously injured and stood up with the support of two followers behind him.

But the severe pain in her body made her realize that even in a competition of magic power, she couldn't win against the guy in front of her.

Angry and unwilling tears ran down her cheeks, she covered her mouth and ran away, like a defeated rooster.

Cassandra sat down leisurely, and asked Hermione with a smile, "Have you eaten?"

Hermione just recovered from the conflict just now, as if she had returned to the day when she was rescued by Cassandra in Knockturn Alley.

There was a look of obsession in his eyes, and he couldn't help but approached Cassandra and said, "Of course, not everyone is as lazy as you."

"Then you can only watch me eat."

He tapped the cup lightly, and a breakfast was immediately brought up by the house elf.

Seeing that there were no more conflicts, the remaining students began to whisper to their friends one by one, discussing all this in a low voice.

Hermione blushed and only had eyes for Cassandra.

Even just watching Cassandra eat, she felt extremely satisfied.

As for that Pansy...does she need to remember?

Cassandra also looked at ease, as if she didn't take Pansy seriously.

But in fact, Cassandra did not appear so relaxed.

She just won Pansy, but bypassed Pansy's problem.

As a member of the Malfoy family, a member of the pure-blood family in name, Cassandra is still inseparable from this identity.

To enjoy the benefits brought by this identity, one must become a part of defending this special identity.

The reason why the pure blood family defends the pure blood is because the pure blood family can inherit the surname as long as they are alive, without going through the assessment of ability and character, and can unite the vested interest groups to the greatest extent.

This is a great force, enough to affect the entire British wizarding world.

If it weren't for the White Devil like Dumbledore, even if there wasn't that smirking Tom, it wouldn't be difficult for a pure-blood family to control the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, the ancestors of the Malfoy family have already done this.

It is obviously impossible for Cassandra to confront this force head-on.

Unless Cassandra chooses to abandon the surname Malfoy and integrate into ordinary wizards as a traitor from a pure-blood family.

This approach is not completely unacceptable, the worst is to rely on Dumbledore to be the next White Devil, anyway, he will not have a good life for a few years.

But this problem also returns to the situation when Cassandra chose the Malfoy family.

Facing the revenge of the pure-blooded family, the secret of being the Obscure was exposed.

Dumbledore, who has not lived well for a few years, has the time and energy to protect Cassandra?

After all, Harry Potter is his favorite now.

Thinking about all this, Cassandra only felt that this sumptuous breakfast was a bit boring.

"Cassandra, you don't seem very happy, is it because of that guy just now?"

Hermione waited for Cassandra to finish eating, and asked curiously.

"She's just a clown, because of our affairs."

"us?"

Hermione didn't quite understand, but her face turned redder.

About her and Cassandra?

What's the matter?

"I definitely want to continue to be good friends with you, but a guy like Pansy will definitely come to your door in the future. Does this make you feel bad?"

Hermione shook her head: "I don't care about these, it's enough to have you as a friend."

Hermione looked earnestly, and now she really thought so.

It's a pity that Cassandra is not a real 11-year-old girl, and it is impossible for her to be as pure and firm as Hermione is now.

Fortunately, Hermione's smiling face is the best placebo.

Cassandra hugged Hermione directly, buried her head on her shoulder, and her face was close to Hermione's, and then took her hand: "Let's go, let's go to class."

Their first class was Transfiguration, and it was taught by both the Snake Court and the Lion Court.

When Cassandra got up, she saw Draco sitting across from him, with a resentment that he had been ignored.

"Draco, what are you waiting for, don't you plan to come with us?"

"How come, let's go together!"

After speaking, he cheerfully called Crabbe and Goyle who were still eating, and pulled them to follow behind Cassandra and Hermione.

"By the way, Hermione, what did you do with my pills?"

Hermione was taken aback, and reached into the pocket of the robe, before saying, "It's in the regular uniform I changed earlier, and this one is the new robe of the Lion Court."

"You want to take it back?" Hermione looked at Cassandra, her eyes wandering a bit.

Cassandra nodded, now she was hungry for power.

She needs to grasp the power to counter the pure-blood family as soon as possible, or the power to protect herself under the siege of many forces.

It is obviously not enough to rely solely on silence.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you."

Hermione reluctantly agreed, but her tone was obviously a little unpleasant.

Cassandra's strength made her very envious and fond of it, but being able to hold such a Cassandra under her body made her even more excited and happy.

In case Cassandra becomes too strong...

"Sister, I'll find a way to teach that Pansy a lesson later!"

Malfoy finally followed, looking like he wanted to avenge Cassandra.

"Anyway, her parents dare not say anything more, I will let her know what will happen to the Malfoy family!"

Cassandra glanced at Draco: "You don't plan to use violence, let Goyle and Crabbe hit a girl?"

"Uh... can't you?"

Cassandra tapped Draco on the head: "Is the glory of the Malfoy family maintained with fists? You are a wizard, learn more spells and achieve dazzling results."

"Let her feel ashamed when she sees us in the future, that's what we should do."

"Think less about violence and fists."

Draco curled his lips indifferently, not everyone has a smart head.

With the power and wealth of the Malfoy family, why not use it?

Cassandra naturally knew that Draco didn't listen to her.

After all, Draco is a child cultivated by the concept of a pure-blood family. How could he become a male Hermione just because of Cassandra's few words?

Cassandra is not in a hurry, after all, she is only 1 year old now.

Several people chatted casually, and soon came to the Transfiguration classroom.

Pushing the door open, Cassandra immediately saw the cat on the podium.

052 The second part is the joy of masturbating cats

This cat is none other than Professor McGonagall, the older cat girl.

A registered Animagus, she was a highly skilled Transfiguration Master, the most impartial Head of the House, and was once a gifted Quidditch player.

She's one of the most trustworthy people in all of Hogwarts, provided you're not an untrustworthy Slytherin.

There were only half of the people in the classroom at this time, and it was not yet class time, so the atmosphere was not tense, and everyone was talking and laughing.

And this also means that no one knows that the cat in front of them is Professor McGonagall.

So Cassandra naturally didn't know either.

Well, I don't know.

Even if you pretend not to know, you must not know!

Cassandra showed a look of surprise, and went straight to the podium, looking at the tabby cat in front of her. (English short in the movie)

Around its eyes are stripes of square glasses, her special mark reserved as a registered Animagus.

But how could Cassandra, as an ordinary 11-year-old little witch, know such things?

Cassandra smiled and reached out to touch the cat's head.

The tabby seemed stunned by Cassandra's audacity and waited until Cassandra's hand was about to touch its head before reacting.

It raised its paw in dissatisfaction, and hit Cassandra's hands continuously with cat-maow punches, as if it wanted to make Cassandra retreat in the face of difficulties.

However, how could Cassandra miss this opportunity to flirt with the cat girl Mag in a fair and just manner, and this one-off opportunity?

With dexterous fingers, he swooped from above to sneak attack from below, and touched the tabby cat's chin.

Scratch gently with your fingers, this is the cat's comfort zone, and it is easy to arouse the cat's goodwill.

Mag, who had transformed into a tabby cat, was no exception. Under Cassandra's dexterous fingers, she was in a trance for a while.

But then it opened its mouth and yelled, arching its waist to threaten Cassandra, trying to keep the bold student Cassandra away.

"Cassandra, be careful, your fingers are not healed!"

"Don't be bitten by cats again!"