Some People Don't Play by the Rules

Scott saw the other girl in the double bedroom through the glass window.

Morgan Avery, the companion of Jasmine Travers.

At this moment, the two girls in the bedroom were sitting on the edges of their respective beds.

They did not notice a tiny black bat taking the opportunity to crawl down from Jasmine Travers's sleeve and hide among the folds of the deep green bed curtains.

Morgan Avery asked with a smile, "So, Jasmine, what did Caitlin say?"

"She will do exactly as I told her," Jasmine Travers answered confidently.

"You really are something, Jasmine!" Morgan Avery giggled, "Caitlin, that silly girl from the Rowle family, actually thinks she's your best friend!"

"Heh."

Jasmine Travers let out a laugh.

"It was my good fortune to meet Caitlin on the Hogwarts Express," she said with a pleased expression, "If it weren't for that silly girl, I wouldn't have been able to win over those Ravenclaw pure-bloods."

"It certainly was lucky; you only complained a little, and she volunteered to teach Jacob a lesson for you," Morgan Avery sighed, "Why haven't I met such a cute girl?"

"Hmph, you can only envy me."

Jasmine Travers first spoke in a joking tone, then suddenly stood up, walked to Morgan Avery's bed, and looked down at her directly.

"But I won't let you surpass me, Morgan."

Her voice turned cold as she extended a finger, gently scratching Morgan Avery's face with her nail.

"You should know that there can only be one leader of a group."

Morgan Avery looked up at her, stunned, before suddenly grabbing her hand and smiling somewhat reluctantly.

"What are you talking about, Jasmine!" She was trying hard to force a smile, "I was joking, of course! I don't have thoughts like that at all; I just want to stay by your side!"

Jasmine Travers looked into Morgan Avery's eyes, waiting several seconds before pulling her gaze away.

She held Morgan Avery's hand, sat down beside her, and leaned her head on her shoulder.

"Morgan, oh Morgan, since your grandfather followed the Dark Lord from his student days, and your father couldn't wait to throw himself under the Dark Lord's command during his own school years, can't you just follow me forever?"

"Of course I will!"

Morgan Avery turned her head, looking at Jasmine Travers cautiously.

"We've known each other since we were children, haven't we? Before that, I never knew there could be a genius like you. I have no doubt you will achieve amazing things, Jasmine—no, Lady Travers."

"No, keep calling me Jasmine, Morgan."

Jasmine Travers raised her hand again, gently stroking Morgan Avery's hair.

"You are an Avery, a noble pure-blood, Morgan. I would never let you kneel to kiss the hem of my robes."

Without waiting for Morgan Avery to reply, she suddenly stood up again and walked to the bedroom's glass window.

"You know, Morgan. In the Travers house, the only things that grew up with me were those fake magical portraits and lowly house-elves."

Scott listened to the voices reaching his ears, watching the beautiful face of the girl inside the glass window gradually twist.

"I have never been to Azkaban to see my father!" Jasmine Travers's voice was almost a sigh, "That is the price he had to pay for following someone else. But I am different..."

She turned around to look at Morgan Avery again, "I decided long ago that I would make everyone follow me."

"You will do it, Jasmine." Morgan Avery looked at Jasmine Travers, her speech becoming slightly stuttered, "I... I mean, you... you are smart and powerful. And... besides, we are just a group of lower-year schoolgirls right now; we won't attract Dumbledore's attention."

Jasmine Travers said with appreciation, "You're right, Morgan. Most wizards look down on witches; they always think they are stronger than us, let alone these 'games' between little girls like us."

Tsk tsk...

It was just as expected...

Scott marveled at the scene. Was this really an 11-year-old girl? He even began to suspect that inside that immature shell lived another ambitious transmigrator.

But recalling her usual behavior, which was full of loopholes, and the embarrassing "edgy" speech from just a moment ago, he quickly dismissed the thought.

Still too naive, this Miss Travers.

Wanting to become the next Dark Lord isn't something you achieve by forming cliques with sisters and bullying classmates.

Inside the bedroom, the two girls had finished their "serious" topic and began to sit together, laughing and chatting again.

"By the way, Jasmine. Aren't you tired of playing with that boy Jacob yet?" Morgan Avery laughed with schadenfreude, "I'm worried that if this continues, his body won't be able to take it. It would be bad if the professors discovered something."

What the hell! What kind of scandalous talk is this?

Scott couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"True, although I only used minor hexes when I taught him a lesson, it will cause problems if it goes on for too long," Jasmine Travers said with some impatience.

Scott let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He had thought that boy Jacob was some kind of 11-year-old prodigy!

"I'm already bored of it," Jasmine Travers said indifferently, "Just have him finish that one thing, and then there's no need to pay attention to him anymore. There are plenty of lowly Mudbloods at Hogwarts now; we can just swap for a new toy then."

Morgan Avery giggled incessantly like a little hen.

"You're so bad, Jasmine. If those lowly Mudbloods receive your invitation and see that our group has so many pretty girls, they'll definitely jump right in without a second thought!"

"That is not important." Jasmine Travers suddenly darkened her expression. "Scott Trollope, I have always suspected that that mudblood must have discovered something. I cannot stand the way he looks at me; he is looking down on me! It makes me feel severely offended!"

"Alright, don't be angry, Jasmine."

Morgan Avery began to comfort her.

"Haven't we already planned it out? As long as things go smoothly, I think we will definitely teach Trollope a profound lesson! By then, he won't be able to act so high and mighty anymore!"

"That's right, regardless of whether he is actually a genius or not."

Jasmine Travers reached out and gripped the bed curtains tightly, her voice becoming somewhat shrill.

"A lowly mudblood can never look down upon a noble pure-blood!"

Scott listened to their conversation calmly, even feeling a bit like laughing.

He wanted to hear exactly what kind of lesson these two little children planned to teach him.

Then, he would let them be the first to receive a lesson they would truly never forget for the rest of their lives. This should allow their immature minds to deeply realize the cruelty of the world.

One must know that in this world, there are some people who do not play by the rules.