Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 24 024. Some people play cards out of common sense

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

Morgan Avery, Jasmine Travers' companion.

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

What they didn't notice was that a small black bat took the opportunity to crawl down Jasmin Travers' sleeve and hide between the folds of the dark green drapery.

Morgan Avery smiled and asked, "How about it, Jasmine, what does Caitlin say?"

"She'll do as I say," Jasmine Travers answered confidently.

"It's really yours, Jasmine!" Morgan Avery giggled. "Caitlin, that silly girl from Rolle, thinks she's your best friend!"

"Ah."

Jasmine Travers laughed.

"It was my luck to meet Caitlyn on the Hogwarts Express," she said cheerfully. "If it wasn't for that silly girl, I wouldn't have been able to win over those Ravenclaw purebloods."

"It's really lucky that you just complained a little, and she volunteered to help you teach Jacob a lesson." Morgan Avery sighed, "How come I haven't met such a cute girl."

"Hmph, you can only envy me."

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

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

Her voice continued to grow cold, and she reached out and scratched Morgan Avery's face with her fingernails.

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

Morgan Avery looked up at her blankly, and suddenly took her hand and smiled reluctantly.

"What are you talking about, Jasmine!" She was trying to force a smile. "Of course I'm joking! I don't have that kind of thought, I just need to be by your side!"

Jasmine Travers looked Morgan Avery in the eyes, and it took her a few more seconds to look back.

She took Morgan Avery's hand and sat beside her, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Morgan, Morgan, since your grandfather has been following the Dark Lord since he was a student, your father couldn't wait to join the Dark Lord's command when he was a student. Can you follow me all the time?"

"Of course I will!"

Morgan Avery turned his head and looked carefully at Jasmin Travert.

"We've known each other since we were kids, haven't we. I never knew there was a genius like you before that, and I have no doubt that you'll be amazing, Jasmine, no, Lord Travers."

"No, keep calling me Jasmine, Morgan."

Jasmine Travers raised her hand again and stroked Morgan Avery's hair gently.

"You are an Avery, a noble pureblood, Morgan. I will never let you kneel and kiss the horn of my robe."

Before Morgan Avery could answer, she suddenly stood up again and walked to the bedroom window.

"You know, Morgan. I grew up with only fake magical portraits and lowly house-elves at the Traverses."

Scott listened to the voice in his ears and watched the beautiful face of the girl in the glass window gradually twist.

"I've never been to Azkaban to see my father!" Jasmine Travers' voice almost sighed. "That's the price he should pay for following others. But I'm different..."

She turned to look at Morgan Avery again. "I decided early on that I was going to get everyone after me."

"You'll do it, Jasmine." Morgan Avery looked at Jasmine Travers, stuttering, "I...I mean, you...you're smart and powerful. And... Also, we're just a group of lower school girls now that won't get Dumbledore's attention."

Jasmine Travers said admiringly, "You're right, Morgan. Most wizards look down on witches, they always think they're better than witches, not to mention the 'playing' among little girls like us. 'Woolen cloth."

Gee...

As expected...

Scott was amazed at this scene, is this really an 11-year-old girl?He even suspected that the other party's tender shell contained another ambitious transmigrator.

But remembering the other party's usual behavior full of loopholes, as well as the embarrassing second grade remarks just now, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Still too naive, this Miss Travers.

If you want to become a new generation of Dark Lord, you can't achieve it by forming a gang with your sister and sister, bullying your classmates.

In the dormitory, the two girls had ended the "serious" topic, and started to sit and laugh together again.

"By the way, Jasmine. Haven't you tired of that kid Jacob?" Morgan Avery smiled gloatingly, "I'm worried that his body won't be able to hold on if he continues, and if the professors find something out, he'll be fine. Oh no."

I go!What kind of wolf word is this?
Scott couldn't help stretching his ears.

"Yes, although I used some small curses when I taught him, there will be problems in the long run." Jasmine Travers said impatiently.

Scott was relieved to hear this.

He thought that boy Jacob was gifted at the age of 11!
"I'm tired of it," Jasmin Travers said nonchalantly. "Let him do it this time and forget about him. Now Hogwarts has a lot of nasty Mudbloods, It's time to change to a toy."

Morgan Avery was giggling like a little hen again.

"You're so bad, Jasmine. If those nasty Mudbloods received your invitation and saw so many beautiful girls in our group, they would definitely jump in without even thinking about it!"

"It doesn't matter." Jasmine Travers suddenly sank. "Scott Trollope, I've always suspected that the Mudblood must have found something. I can't stand the way he looked at me, he was Look down at me! It makes me feel seriously offended!"

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

Morgan Avery began to console her.

"Didn't we have a plan. As long as things go well, I think we will teach Trollope a deep lesson! He won't be able to be so cocky by then!"

"Yes, whether he is a genius or not."

Jasmine Travers reached out and gripped the bed curtain tightly, her voice shrill.

"A lowly mudblood can never look down on a noble pureblood!"

Scott listened to the conversation between the two calmly, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He would like to hear what kind of lesson the two children planned to teach him.

Then, he'll give them a lesson they'll never forget first.This should give their immature minds a deep appreciation of the wickedness of the world.

You must know that in this world, some people play cards unconventionally.

(End of this chapter)