Watching blood gush from his body, along with that terrifying power.
Cassandra's face was filled with panic.
How had this happened?
Had he gone mad over Harry Potter?
Thankfully, the Head of House said something to him, and he finally began to slowly withdraw his power. He still sat pitifully on the floor, asking everyone to save his brother.
He really was crazy. Even if Harry Potter had fallen from the sky, he would not have been in such a miserable state!
She thought irritably.
Thankfully, she saw that guy again the next day.
Still looking utterly foolish.
The moment he saw Harry Potter, he ran off to Gryffindor again.
Why had the Sorting Hat not put him in Gryffindor in the first place? So annoying!
Cassandra thought impatiently, yet she could not help watching him.
His obedient demeanor in class, his footsteps rushing toward Gryffindor after class.
His schedule was packed, with no room for her... until one day.
Slytherin's Quidditch team returned from outside.
They were hanging their heads, grumbling angrily at one another.
"I told you, you could have insulted those people, but why did you have to bring up Darren Potter?"
Malfoy's displeased voice reached Cassandra's ears.
Cassandra raised her brows. Had these people provoked that fool? How had they not been beaten up?
Pansy went over curiously to ask, and they immediately began talking over one another.
"Flint said Potter was Slytherin's shame."
"He also called that Gryffindor Miss Know-it-all a Mudblood."
"Yeah, and in the end, Darren Potter pointed his wand at him and made him apologize."
They spoke one after another, sounding indignant.
As if they had not noticed the silence in the common room at all.
Hmph. Insulting Miss Know-it-all was one thing, but why insult that fool? That fool was not