Kassandra pov
Side story
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Chapter 251 Nasty Guy!!
"Going to Flying Class?"
The idiot was standing there with his head tilted back.
That one stupid strand of hair swayed as he moved.
Kassandra almost burst out laughing, but she immediately lifted her chin in irritation again.
Even his hair can't behave properly.
Just as she was about to make fun of him, she heard Malfoy's mocking voice.
What exactly is Malfoy doing?
He's obviously not stupid, so why does he always act like he's completely brainless?
Kassandra was confused.
But she forgot that thought almost immediately—everyone has their little secrets, after all.
And more importantly… the idiot was injured.
Someone had attacked Malfoy.
Attacked Malfoy…
How was that possible?
The Malfoy family had no enemies at Hogwarts. Who would dare attack him?
But the worst part was that it was Malfoy who did the attacking… and the idiot who got hurt.
Kassandra felt disgusted.
How did she even end up knowing this guy?
She remembered their first meeting—this idiot blocked Betsy's spell to protect her.
Hmph. Idiot is an idiot!
What did he even learn before coming to Hogwarts?
Did he train specifically to become stupid?
She took out the healing potion from her pocket, preparing to toss it at him and pretend she didn't care.
But he had already disappeared into the dormitory.
And when he came out later—there was no scent of blood on him at all.
Interesting.
Potter might actually be entertaining.
There were definitely little secrets hidden there.
Kassandra stuffed the healing potion back into her pocket. She didn't care to investigate.
That was Dumbledore's job. None of her business.
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At Flying Lessons, she watched the fool rescue Longbottom's Remembrall, and then march over to Harry Potter looking like he wanted to pick a fight.
She actually thought he had finally realized there was conflict between them—only for him to call Harry Potter a "stupid lion" again.
Kassandra, for the first time, was speechless.
Isn't he the stupid lion?
Honestly, even Harry Potter seemed more level-headed than him.
She almost laughed.
After class, she had planned to stroll over and mock him.
But what she saw made her freeze.
The idiot was sitting on the grass with Gryffindor's top girl student.
He said it was to "comfort" her, but who knew what ridiculous nonsense he was actually doing?
Of course, she knew she was being biased.
They were first-years. It wasn't like they could actually do anything "dirty."
But she was still furious. Furious that the two of them were sitting outside the castle on the grass, looking so casual and comfortable.
He said something to her—whatever it was, it made Miss Perfect's face turn bright red.
How annoying.
How excessive.
Kassandra was livid.
But what could she even say?
She was only a first-year prefect.
And not even a prefect the idiot respected.
Hmph.
She spun around and left, deciding she would never look at Potter again.
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Back in Hogwarts, she heard there was going to be a duel between Harry Potter and Malfoy.
Oh? Why couldn't Potter just get beaten half to death?
She almost looked forward to seeing Malfoy deal with him.
But then the idiot showed up and actually tried to stop it.
And he even wanted to follow Harry Potter to Gryffindor.
Ridiculous.
Did he want a punishment from Slytherin?
Even if Betsy had protected him last time, was he not afraid the next punishment would be worse?
She was furious.
She grabbed him by the collar and demanded, "Say it, Potter. Tell your little brother what happens if you dare eat at Gryffindor's table!"
Harry Potter, of course, knew nothing.
The idiot always paid for him—why had Potter never gone to Slytherin to eat with the fool?
The idiot was terrified of her.
In the end, he trudged back to the Slytherin table in misery.
Watching him shove food into his mouth like a wronged child, Kassandra rolled her eyes.
Is Gryffindor food that good?
She thought sourly.
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Later, she saw Harry Potter receive a broom.
What? First-years got brooms now?
Or was it just Harry Potter's privilege?
Seeing the idiot beside her staring enviously, Kassandra mentally calculated her pocket money. She could probably afford to buy a broom.
Hmm. She just hated Potter's special treatment.
What?
So many people were sending brooms to the idiot too?
How many girls had this guy managed to charm?
Kassandra clenched her fists tightly.
What was happening?
Fine—Miss Perfect sending him one was reasonable.
Betsy sending him one was understandable too.
But why were so many other Slytherin girls doing it?
Weren't these the same girls who, in the common room, complained that he was an absolute idiot? Didn't they say they hated boys like him the most?
Liars!
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Halloween arrived in the blink of an eye.
She heard the idiot had fought with a Weasley boy—because of Miss Perfect again.
After class, he kept looking everywhere for Gryffindor's top girl.
Kassandra was annoyed. Was that Muggleborn girl really that pretty?
Hermione Granger this, Hermione Granger that…
She couldn't stand hearing her name anymore.
But when she saw him wolfing down food at the Halloween feast just to go find Granger afterward, Kassandra finally snapped and told him where Granger was.
Not because she was being nice—she just couldn't stand his barbaric eating anymore.
Fine!
The moment he heard about Miss Perfect, the idiot bolted off.
She was preparing to stop him when Professor Quirrell suddenly screamed about a troll in the dungeon.
Dungeon?
Wasn't that exactly where Miss Perfect had run off to?
Kassandra rushed back to the idiot—but he was already gone.
"Idiot!"
On the way back to the Slytherin common room… a deafening explosion shook Hogwarts.
Kassandra shot to her feet in panic and slipped out quietly.
And the moment she stepped outside, she saw Professor McGonagall carrying the idiot toward the hospital wing. Kassandra followed without thinking, staying hidden until Madam Pomfrey confirmed he would be fine—just exhausted.
Pathetic stupid lion, embarrassing Slytherin.
If she could, she'd make everyone come punish him.
Maybe that would calm him down.
If he caused trouble again, Hogwarts might actually explode someday.
But Potter's magic truly was powerful.
Judging from the noise earlier, his spellcasting wasn't any weaker than a senior student's.
Comparing the two…
Was it possible that Harry Potter and Darren Porter were switched at birth?
Wasn't the idiot the one who defeated the Dark Lord?
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