Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

She coldly informed all the students last night that they had to gather in the common room at six thirty.

Today, two students were late.

She punished them severely with her wand.

The first-year students were so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound.

Originally, they thought that Darren, being so late, would be dealt with by this Miss Warre.

They even thought the two might fight.

Who knew that this lady would directly change the gathering time from now on.

Although they could get up a little later in the future, everyone felt a surge of displeasure in their hearts, displeasure towards Darren.

Even if he was strong, he couldn't be so domineering!

He gets all the good things.

He can occupy a dormitory all by himself, and he can even get the aloof Cassandra to change the wake-up time. It's really unfair!

Darren immediately noticed the expressions of the surrounding students.

Huh?

Why did he feel that this Miss Cassandra Warre was a little targeting him?

He didn't believe that every student in Slytherin was so self-aware, getting up so early and waiting here quietly.

Unless someone had notified them to do so last night.

That's why Darren saw such a shocking scene when he came out.

So, here comes the question.

Why didn't anyone notify him last night?

Even if others were afraid of him, he thought that this Miss Cassandra Warre shouldn't be afraid of him.

So why didn't she notify him?

Even if he went to bed early last night, this Miss Cassandra could have knocked on the door this morning to wake him up, so why didn't she still call him?

This Miss Warre deliberately forced so many people to wait for him to wake up, and then changed the wake-up time after he was late.

This is simply causing trouble for him!

However.

For a Holy Father like him, what he wants is this kind of trouble.

Last night, he was still worried that he would become so strong that no one would dare to provoke him. Now, he feels so happy.

Of course, he needs to give this Sister Ka a small lesson.

[Ding, detecting a scene where the Holy Father System is playing out near the host, now issuing a task:

Go in front of everyone and say in a guilty tone: I'm sorry, it's my fault, please don't change the time for me, I will definitely keep up next time!]

[Ding, after the task is completed, Spell Talent + 2, does the host accept the task?]

[Accept!]

Although this time the reward is only talent points, Darren doesn't think it's difficult at all for just a few words.

He blinked his eyes, walked in front of all the Slytherin freshmen, sincerely lowered his head, and said in a guilty tone:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know everyone got up so early, I thought... I'm sorry.

Warre, you don't need to change the wake-up time for me, I will definitely keep up with the other students next time.

I feel very sorry for wasting everyone's time!"

The more he spoke, the sadder he became, and his eyes gradually turned red, but he raised his head and quietly forced the tears back.

Only a slightly choked tone represented his uneasy mood.

[Ding, task completed, congratulations to the host for obtaining Spell Talent + 2]

Darren lowered his head and happily accepted the reward.

On the surface, he still looked guilty for making such a big mistake.

The displeasure of the students who had resentment towards him just now was also slightly dissipated.

They are not fools.

The pure-blood families from Slytherin, even if they are still young, understand some subtext better than the students of other colleges.

This Potter seems to have been plotted against.

According to Darren Potter's apology just now, the prefect should not have notified him last night.

But why not notify him?

Is it just to see this Potter's joke?

Or is it targeting this Darren Potter?

But no matter how you target him, how can you use them?

At this time, the Slytherins present simultaneously felt a trace of displeasure towards Cassandra.

This matter will not end so easily.

They will write letters back to tell their parents, hoping that this prefect lady will not do such childish things next time!

Chapter 50 Cassandra's Little Thoughts

Cassandra Warre doesn't know what kind of person she is.

Perhaps the most evil person in this world is herself?

From a young age, she enjoyed making others fall into quarrels because of her, and if they could fight, it would be her credit.

She likes this.

Before coming to Hogwarts, her reputation had already spread slightly.

That originated from one or two unsuccessful repressions when she was too young, which made her known to some people.

However, thanks to her family, even if they knew what kind of person she was, no one dared to say a word against her.

Ancient family, beautiful appearance, powerful power, she, Cassandra, isn't she superior to everyone else?

It's just that there are fewer and fewer interesting things in this world.

Cassandra always felt too bored.

She began to like sleeping.

Sleeping alone in the corner, as she slept, time passed.

Even on the way to school, it was the same.

Until she heard a boy's voice on the Hogwarts train.

"Or... should I go down first?"

She was a little annoyed, go down if you want to go down, why is the voice a little loud?

Woke her up!

She originally wanted to get up and attack.

Who knew that pretending to sleep had such benefits.

She heard a lot of fun topics.

What Malfoy's revenge.

What to teach that boy not to block spells for others.

It made her laugh to death.

What kind of stupid behavior is this.

She was relieved and forgave this stupid guy for waking her sleep.

Just as she was about to continue sleeping, she suddenly heard the stupid boy shout: Senior, lie down!

This shout startled her.

Her body trembled.

Then she opened her eyes and saw a red-haired boy lying on Becky covered in blood.

She reflexively left the carriage, and only when she reached a safe place did she recall the boy's behavior.

Ah, blocked a spell again?

No, it seemed to be blocking a gun, that's a Muggle's gun, she had played with it.

Won't he die?

She felt that this guy was inexplicably interesting.