It was Cassandra.
Her voice was utterly flat, but her gaze turned somewhat cold as she looked at Harry.
Was this reckless lion doing it on purpose?
Had he deliberately taken that idiot Darren away at a time like this, making him the target of all Slytherin?
Did he really not know Darren would be punished?
Of course Harry did not know. He frowned deeply.
He could not understand why this girl was trying to stop him from taking Darren away.
Damn it, Slytherin really was this vicious!
Darren was so unlucky to have been sorted into a House like this.
"Taking my brother away has nothing to do with you!"
Harry refused to back down in the slightest. He felt that this girl was no different from that Malfoy.
They were both equally hateful!
"Cassandra..."
Darren looked pleadingly at the young lady.
Please don't make me lose my chance to earn Paternal Points, okay?
"Humph!"
Cassandra let go of his hand, snorted, and sat back down, continuing to eat in small bites.
Mockery filled her eyes.
Stupid fool!
She wanted to see whether this guy could withstand Slytherin's retaliation.
She definitely would not help him this time!
[ Ding, Paternal Points +30 ]
[ Ding, Paternal Points +20 ]
[ Ding, Paternal Points +10 ]
[ Ding... ]
As Darren left, another small wave of Paternal Points came in.
The Slytherin students withdrew their gazes from Darren, and the long table returned to its usual quiet.
Darren noticed Snape calling Becky away.
The moment Darren reached the Gryffindor table, he felt how lively it was.
"Get me a drumstick!"
"Oh my God, George, you threw up on the table!"
"Bang!"
"What happened? What happened?"
"Seamus blew up a cup!"
"Neville, your toad jumped onto me!"
"..."
Uh.
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