Tap—tap—tap—
What was that sound? High heels? A witch was coming?
Before a Magical Rune Sealing Array so dazzling it made one dizzy at a glance.
Casper Crouch, deep in thought, suddenly pricked up his ears alertly.
Bernice Leslie? Had she noticed his plan?
No, impossible. If she had discovered it, how could she come over so openly? Besides, she was always in the herb greenhouse—why would she be wearing hard-soled high heels?
But whether it was Bernice Leslie or some other student, he had to stop immediately.
It was not yet time to reveal his purpose.
He hurriedly patched the wall back up, then waved his wand to clear away the traces of magic.
Then he put on a stern expression. He had to strike first and intimidate whoever was coming to conceal his guilty conscience.
Creak—
The door was pushed open.
A sleeve patterned in dark green entered Casper Crouch's sight first.
A Slytherin little wizard!
Casper Crouch's taut nerves relaxed slightly.
After all, Slytherin was the stronghold where pure-bloods gathered. The elders of every family should have told them not to interfere with him.
But immediately afterward, his nerves tensed again.
It was Cassandra, the young witch every major pure-blood family was competing to win over. Though she was in Slytherin herself, she was especially close to Cypher and the others from Ravenclaw.
Even in Slytherin, she only associated with reformists like Gringdon Black.
She was clearly a witch of noble blood, yet she dreamed of standing as equals with wizards born of lowly bloodlines.
Unfortunately, every major family had ordered that she was not to be offended for now...
"Cassiopeia! What are you doing here?!"
By "not offending her," they meant not deliberately making things difficult for her, such as assigning punishments or putting her in