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"But my mother..."
"I don't know about that. You'll have to ask your mother yourself. It seems she firmly believes that Darren drugged you."
But most of the summer vacation has passed, so Aunt Worley probably won't think that way anymore, right?
Aphrodisiacs don't last that long.
Cassandra wanted to think the same way, but her mother never mentioned it to her.
She sighed.
Then, a few days later, I heard that the idiot had developed a new antidote, which even made the front page of the Daily Prophet.
An antidote!
This had been something no one had been able to improve for many years, but it was done by a first-year student, no, a student who will soon be a second-year student.
Dad has been paying attention to this matter.
He then remembered that Cassandra liked Darren.
"Do you really like him?"
Her father looked at her with an incredulous expression.
Clearly, he shared his mother's opinion: how could Cassandra possibly like Darren Porter?
It's really baffling that this got out.
“I know you weren’t drugged, I know my daughter!”
Mr. Worley stood up and said seriously.
Cassandra's eyes were a little red.
She thought she was under a love potion, but she just fell in love with him. What could she do?
“If it were before, I would never have agreed to this, even if it meant betting on both sides, I would not have chosen Darren Porter.”
You know he's Harry Potter's brother... He could die at any moment, and I can't let my only daughter like him.
But... you should thank him for creating the antidote, and for being accepted as Nicolas Flamel's successor; perhaps his chances of survival would be much higher...
After saying all that, all I want to tell you is, Miss Wore, what you might need is strength.
Wanting to be with Darren Porter means a lot of trouble. If you're not strong enough, how can you be with him?
By the way, what did he say? He wouldn't just leave you to face this situation alone, would he?
Cassandra blushed, a rare occurrence for her.
"He...he doesn't know..."
do not know?
A rare look of astonishment appeared on Mr. Worley's handsome face...
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"No idea?"
Mr. Worley mustered all his strength to ask another question.
Cassandra shook her head guiltily.
"He's always with that Gryffindor know-it-all, what can I do? I can't exactly go and grab him, can I?"
She said angrily.
He was met with an even more bewildered expression from Mr. Worley.
"Didn't you do anything?"
Isn't this child always very cunning?
"But I can't use it when I see him..."
Cassandra felt extremely wronged.
"It's over. You're completely finished!"
Mr. Worley shook his head bitterly. His daughter had gone to such lengths for a boy. How could he possibly stop her?
What if neither your mother nor I agree?
Mr. Worley sat opposite Cassandra and asked seriously.
Cassandra pursed her lips.
she does not know.
Perhaps she couldn't even think about these things, after all, that idiot hadn't even given her a proper look.
"So……"
Mr. Worley stood up.
He was ready to end this boring conversation.
Cassandra was a little nervous.
What if Dad hears that she's so useless, and then forbids her from being with that guy?
She might even be transferred to another school? And then she'd never see him again? Transfer schools, please!
That's good, then she won't have to... follow so hard behind him anymore.
"Then, you'd better work hard on yourself! Once you've won her over, then let me and your mother know."
Instead of telling us before you've even heard a word from us.
This has made us search everywhere for the latest version of the love potion, wondering if it can last for one or two months!
Mr. Worley left in a huff.
Cassandra finally smiled. Yes, she really needed to work harder.
Before we knew it, school was about to start.
Cassandra and Pansy were sitting on the train.
Pansy listened with a gossipy look to her recount her conversation with her father, then burst into laughter.
"As expected of you, if my dad knew, he'd definitely kick me out. It's not even a hint of anything happening, and you've already told the parents!!"
"Hmph, it's none of your business. Just tell me which carriage that idiot got into, and I'll go drag him over..."
Cassandra said, enraged.
Pansy winked at her, then asked with a grin, "Are you planning to call him over under the pretext that Slytherins must act together?"
Cassandra felt an indescribable embarrassment. What did it have to do with her?
"You've only just gotten your family's approval, and you're already being so blatant. Be careful Dumbledore finds out you're pursuing his savior's brother, tsk tsk..."
"He may have already noticed. Professor McGonagall spotted me the last time I went to the school clinic with her."
Being discovered by Professor McGonagall, isn't that the same as being discovered by him?
"That's true. It seems Dumbledore isn't going to stop you, but your idea of calling him over is going to fail."
Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to stop you. After all, I also want to spend more time with him.
It's really impossible, because he didn't get on the train.
I overheard that the know-it-all girl from Gryffindor telling other people that he, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley didn't get on the train.
They might...wait, isn't that Harry Potter? Did they come by car?
Pansy excitedly pointed to the constantly flashing car in the sky.
Cassandra frowned. That car didn't look very safe. But it should be fine; that guy was pretty strong.
Even if he falls, he has a way to deal with it.
When she arrived at the school, she discovered that the guy hadn't come in the car with Harry Potter, but had been brought there by an Auror.
This puzzled her greatly.
But she was still relieved.
Then she prayed that the car would fall down and drop Harry Potter into the infirmary. That way, no one would be in front of her all day, and she could call that idiot away.
can.
"Miss Cassandra, do you know where my brother is? I'll do anything for you!"
This idiot prayed to her for the second time because of that Harry Potter.
Cassandra was extremely unhappy.
She'd done so much for that idiot, why wouldn't he even glance at her? She was angry, but didn't tell him, and then…
His magic went berserk.
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