Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"I can only say... Believe it."

Cassandra curled her lips. She just forgot to deform the matchstick.

Her own methods, which she wasn't going to teach Hermione.

Because Hermione has not yet received the nine-year compulsory education at the Chinese level, teaching Hermione the knowledge in Cassandra's mind is equivalent to weakening Hermione's talent.

In other words, Cassandra can only use this awkward way to convince herself that she can use magic to deform objects.

[You have a unique understanding of the transformation technique, and you have obtained the unique talent transformation method: its effect is that as the level increases, the magic power required for the transformation technique will increase by a corresponding multiple, but the success rate of the transformation technique will increase significantly high. 】

Cassandra looked at the system prompt in surprise, what about the unique talent?

Unique understanding?

That's right, it is estimated that no one in the magic world would imagine using magic to push atoms and protons to transform matter.

So it seems that Cassandra's understanding of Transfiguration has probably been distorted?

But it doesn't matter, as long as the result is good, it is enough. Cassandra does not have the scientific obsessive-compulsive disorder of a scholar's thinking.

Then, I kept trying in the communication with Hermione, and finally, before get out of class was over, Cassandra conjured a needle.

Still as thick as a matchstick from mid-to-tail, another ten points for Slytherin.

This made Hermione a little ecstatic, feeling that she was surpassed by Cassandra in what she was best at.

Hogwarts has three classes a day, each class is two hours.

They are from 12:30 am to 02:30 am, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

The astronomy class is every Wednesday night, and only astronomy class will be held in the evening.

Occasionally, a large class is split into two small classes, but most of them are still taught in the form of large classes.

The break at noon was not long, so everyone just went back to the hall to eat a little simple vegetable salad, and then began to prepare for the afternoon class.

The first two classes in the afternoon, the first class, Slytherin and Ravenclaw together in History of Magic.

As the most hypnotic class at Hogwarts, the class is taught by the ghost Professor Binns. He will always read the contents of the textbook in an unchanging tone. What students need to do is to stay awake and remember as much as possible .

Because it was noon, everyone wanted to persevere at first, but in the end they all fell asleep with their books in their arms.

Cassandra also tried to stay awake, but when she finally recovered, the class was over.

Looking at the notes written in front of her that started to become scribbled halfway through, and then gradually turned into alien characters, Cassandra felt at this moment that she had returned to the days when she was fighting wits and courage with the Sandman in high school.

But thinking of the next class, Cassandra immediately cheered up.

The next class will be Potions class with Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Is the scene of Snape slandering famous people coming?

054 The Fourth Episode: Snape Gossips Online

Hermione was already waiting for Cassandra at the door of the Potions classroom.

Without saying anything, the two entered the classroom.

The interval of half an hour is not much, because everyone has to travel in the huge castle, and they can't use flying brooms or Apparation.

Cassandra sat down and saw that Harry and Ron were sitting behind her.

Ron turned his head to the side like I would never look at you.

But Harry showed a timid smile and said "hi".

"Good afternoon, Harry."

Cassandra responded politely, and originally wanted to just turn around and wait for the good show to begin.

But suddenly, some kind of bad taste appeared in my mind.

She waved at Harry, who leaned forward in a daze, and then heard Cassandra speaking in his ear.

The gentle air flow past his ears, numb his cheeks.

"Did you understand what I said?"

Harry shook his head; he hadn't heard anything.

Cassandra could only speak one more time, and this time Harry listened.

I get it, but I don't understand why.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"If you don't want Gryffindor to lose points, after all, Gryffindor points aren't really that much, are they?"

Harry nodded blankly, and then Ron pulled his arm and asked, "What did she say to you, didn't she cast some spell on you to confuse people?"

Harry nodded.

"She actually..."

"No, you misunderstood."

Harry, who came back to his senses, quickly blocked Ron's mouth. Seeing that he didn't attract the attention of the people around him, he smiled and said, "She cares about me, and it's for my own good."

Ron looked at Harry like an alien.

Sure enough, Cassandra used some kind of spell to bewitch Harry, right?

Pushing the door open with a snap, Snape rushed into the classroom, came to the podium, and scanned all the students with majestic eyes.

After everyone quieted down, he said, "The reason you came here is to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation."

"I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You won't really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the kind that makes people's hearts sway and their wills blurred. Wonderful magic."

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I often meet."

This sentence shocked everyone, including the Slytherin students.

They didn't expect that their dean was so serious.

Harry looked at Snape and felt a sudden pain in his forehead.

He grinned and touched his forehead, and then saw Snape staring at him.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "if I add powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood, what will I get?"

What grass root powder is put in what solution?

Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was, and Hermione's arms were raised high in the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk... It seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

Hermione kept her hands up as high as she could without leaving her seat, but Harry had no idea what bezoar was.

He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were trembling with laughter.

"I don't know, sir."

"I suppose you didn't read a single book before school started, did you, Potter?"

Harry was panting heavily. Of course he had previewed the book in advance, but would he have to recite the whole book by heart?

Who can do that kind of thing?

Hermione on one side almost stood up and raised her hand.

"Potter, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venomous aconite?"

This time Hermione really stood up.

Harry felt furious that he was being targeted again.

It's been a while since I left my aunt's house.

But now he was targeted by Professor Snape.

Subconsciously, he wanted to retort.

But suddenly, he thought of what Cassandra said in his ear.

The gentle tone and sweet smell dissipated his anger.

She cares about me, I can't make a fool of myself!

So Harry decided to act on Cassandra's advice.

He suddenly took off his glasses.

The emerald green eyes are exactly the same as her mother's, with a slight twinkle.

He also, as Cassandra said, no longer vented his anger, but admitted his mistakes in a low voice.

"Sorry, Professor, I don't know."

"It was my mistake. I will prepare the textbooks next time."

Harry's apology made Draco laugh out loud.

A few Slytherin students laughed along with him. Did the famous Harry Potter admit his incompetence?

It should be Snape's merciless mockery next, right?

However, a strange scene appeared.

Snape was suddenly speechless.

Staring fixedly at Harry, his lips seemed to tremble a little.

"Look up, the famous savior Harry Potter, do you have such a submissive character?"

"What Gryffindor are you without guts and courage?"

Harry's heart soared with anger, but seeing Cassandra's smooth hair in the front row, his heart softened again.