Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 233 Cassandra and the Warren Sisters

Christine was tidying up in the room, and Lull was doing his best to serve him. After he settled his luggage and enjoyed the cool lemon juice and ice cream pie, he thought about the Zabini family's ancient book collection.

"Gnar, can you take me to see the books in the manor now?"

"Master, Master Brace is studying in the study with his brothers and sisters. It may be noisy."

"Brothers and sisters?"

"Yes, master, Mrs. Zabini raised many noble children during the summer vacation. Mrs. Zabini believes that such kindness will help reunite the family's honor and reputation. Besides, the manor is a bit too deserted."

Christine roughly guessed the original appearance of the matter: the downfall of Voldemort caused many pure-blood families who once sponsored him to hide abroad, but their children will still go to Hogwarts next school year, and they cannot live with their families. People fled together, and the Zabini family's estate was a good place to stay.

"Gnar, take me to the study, I want to take a few books back to my room to read."

"Of order." Gnar bowed lowly, and led Christine down the stairs to a spacious and luxurious study room.

Before they entered the room, Christine heard a girl's haughty voice.

"Tsk tsk, Draco, don't tell me this is your potions paper, it's worse than mine in first year."

It's no wonder that Draco is here too, his father, Lucius Malfoy, has been in big trouble recently and is about to stand trial for joining the Death Eaters, and his mother certainly doesn't want him to be affected by what's going on at home to study.

Draco didn't speak for a long time, as if he was really checking his thesis, and finally he said in his drawn-out tone: "Cassandra, even if you want to belittle me, at least point out the problem for me where."

"Tch, I want to go!" the girl named Cassandra said contemptuously.

Gnar opened the door for Christine, "Masters, this is Master Christine Evan." He introduced to everyone.

Christine saw clearly the furnishings in the study: the room was rectangular, and the three walls were filled with books, and the bookshelves were more than ten feet high.There are many carved small round tables and shiny leather sofas in the center of the room, and each small table is equipped with extremely gorgeous and complicated candlesticks, and the periphery is covered with a transparent cover to prevent the wax oil from harming the books.

Draco sat on the opposite edge of the seat, frowning, his eyes fixed on his paper, and when he looked up and saw Christine, he forced a smirk, two ugly faces on his pale face. flush.

Blaise stood up from the sofa, shook hands with Christine enthusiastically, and pulled him into the room, and Nal was right next to Christine's legs, keeping close to each other, and there were three or five other elves in the room Serving the masters, they are responsible for putting back books that the master does not want to read, or serving fruit and refreshing drinks to the master.

In addition to the two boys, there are three girls in the room. Two of the very young girls are squeezed into the same sofa, rushing to read the same book. When they arrived at Christine, they happily waved their hands and asked him many things, but Christine couldn't catch a word, so he responded with a smile.

As for the girl named Cassandra, she stood proudly in the room, only a little shorter than Christine. When she stretched out her hand to Christine, her long golden hair fluttered over her shoulders. There was a condescending look in his eyes.

Christine took her hand and brought it to her lips politely without actually touching it.

"My name is Worley, Cassandra Worley," she said of herself, proudly, "because my parents are going back to England to take care of some property, I have to transfer to Hogwarts to go to school. Professor Dumbledore has agreed to my transfer application."

"Great, Miss Worley, I'm so glad to be your classmate," Christine said politely, "Which college do you want to join?"

"Oh, of course it's Slytherin House." A scorn flashed in her green eyes. "All my ancestors graduated from Slytherin House. If Professor Snape doesn't allow me to join Slytherin College, I'd rather transfer to Beauxbatons or get a governess."

"Of course he will approve it," Christine said with a little playfulness, "He will happily sign any application that the Slytherin students throw at him. It's different...By the way, what grade are you in after school starts?"

"Fourth grade," she said, "if my grades weren't so good and my talents weren't so outstanding, I might really worry that I wouldn't be able to keep up with the Hogwarts curriculum, you know, the American magic school, tsk Tsk tsk...that was a farce, luckily I didn't pick up a stupid American accent there."

"Great, I'm also in the fourth grade, it's an honor to meet you." Christine perfunctory, walked away from her, his goal was the Zabini family's collection of books, but at this time, the twin sisters on the sofa The two also moved towards him.

"You are Principal Christine Evan, right?" She raised a small hand in front of Christine, as if answering a question in class, "My name is Abigail Warren!"

"My name is Wendy Warren!" Another girl also raised her hand.

"Hello." Christine felt a headache from the enthusiasm of the two sisters. Although he wanted to take a book from the shelf and read it quietly, he couldn't bear to leave the two little girls alone.

"The two of us will enter Hogwarts in September this year!" Abigail announced happily, "We have previewed all the first-year courses this summer, and I have learned how to say the Levitation Curse, so I will Even Mrs. Zabini said that I study very well! Listen to me, senior—Yingardim Leviosa!"

"Great," said Christine, smiling. "Perhaps it would be better if you pronounced the syllable 'o' more clearly."

After listening to Christine's words carefully, Abigail took a deep breath, stretched out her two little hands, and said very ritually: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Accompanied by Abigail's movements, the small round table, together with the fruit plate and candles on it, floated up. Wendy screamed and jumped aside, extremely excited. Draco and Blaise also turned their heads, and everyone was surprised Watching Abigail, who has not yet entered school, finish casting spells without a wand.

"Master Evan... how do I put these things down?" Abigail said excitedly and nervously.

"Gently, yes, gently put your hand down," said Christine, "don't take the magic off all at once—very well, you did it."

"Wow!" Wendy applauded and screamed for her sister, and Christine couldn't help showing admiration.

Cassandra's mood suddenly sank, and she sat sullenly on a sofa, her green eyes glued to the book, but she didn't turn a page in the book for half an hour.

　The protagonist comes in through a mobile game from a certain factory. Having a Cassandra is not too much, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)