Through the glass window, Scott saw the other girl inside the two-person dormitory.
Morgan Avery, Jasmine Travers’ companion.
At that moment, the two girls were sitting on the edges of their respective beds.
They did not notice a small black bat climb down from the hem of Jasmine Travers’ sleeve and hide among the folds of the dark green bed curtains.
Morgan Avery smiled and asked, “How did it go, Jasmine?
What did Caitlin say?”
“She’ll do as I told her,” Jasmine Travers replied confidently.
“You’re impressive, Jasmine!” Morgan Avery giggled.
“Caitlin, that stupid girl from the Rowle family, still thinks she’s your best friend!”
“Heh.”
Jasmine Travers laughed softly.
“Meeting Caitlin on the Hogwarts Express was fortunate.” She spoke with a cheerful expression.
“Without that stupid girl, I wouldn’t have been able to win over those pure-blood Ravenclaws.”
“You were fortunate.
You only complained a few times, and she volunteered to help you teach Jacob a lesson.” Morgan Avery sighed.
“Why couldn’t I meet such a lovely girl?”
“Hmph.
All you can do is envy me.”
Jasmine Travers first spoke in a joking tone, then suddenly stood and walked to Morgan Avery’s bed.
She lowered her head and stared directly at her.
“But I won’t let you surpass me, Morgan.”
Her voice grew colder.
She raised a finger and lightly scratched Morgan Avery’s face with her nail.
“You should know that a group can only have one leader.”
Morgan Avery stared up at her blankly.
She suddenly grabbed Jasmine’s hand and forced a smile.
“What are you talking about, Jasmine?” She struggled to keep smiling.
“Of course I was joking!
I’ve never thought about anything like that.
I only need to stay beside you!”
Jasmine Travers looked into Morgan Avery’s eyes.
Several seconds passed before she finally looked away.
Still holding Morgan Avery’s hand, she sat beside her and rested her head on her shoulder.
“Morgan, Morgan.
Your grandfather began following the Dark Lord while he was still a student, and your father eagerly joined the Dark Lord while he was a student as well.
Will you always follow me too?”
“Of course I will!”
Morgan Avery turned her head and looked carefully at Jasmine Travers.
“We’ve known each other since childhood, haven’t we?
Before meeting you, I never knew someone as talented as you could exist.
I have no doubt that you’ll achieve astonishing things, Jasmine. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
No, Lady Travers.”
“No.
Continue calling me Jasmine, Morgan.”
Jasmine Travers raised her hand again and gently stroked Morgan Avery’s hair.
“You are an Avery, a noble pure-blood, Morgan.
I will never make you kneel and kiss the hem of my robes.”
Without waiting for Morgan Avery to answer, she suddenly stood and walked to the dormitory’s glass window.
“You know, Morgan, the only things that accompanied me while I was growing up in the Travers family were those false magical portraits and lowly house-elves.”
Scott listened to the voice reaching his ears and watched the beautiful face behind the glass gradually twist.
“I have never visited my father in Azkaban.” Jasmine Travers’ voice was almost a sigh.
“That was the price he had to pay for following someone else.
But I’m different…”
She turned around and looked at Morgan Avery again.
“I decided long ago that I would make everyone follow me.”
“You’ll do it, Jasmine.” Morgan Avery looked at Jasmine Travers and began to stammer.
“I…
I mean, you…
you’re intelligent and powerful.
And…
and right now, we’re only a group of younger schoolgirls.
We won’t attract Dumbledore’s attention.”
Jasmine Travers spoke approvingly.
“You’re right, Morgan.
Most wizards look down on witches.
They always believe they are stronger than us.
Why would they care about the childish ‘games’ of little girls like us?”
Tsk, tsk…
Just as expected…
Scott watched the scene with amazement.
Was this truly an eleven-year-old girl?
He almost began to suspect that another ambitious transmigrator was hiding inside that childish body.
But when he remembered her usually flawed behaviour and the embarrassingly melodramatic declarations she had made just now, he quickly dismissed the idea.
Miss Travers was still far too naïve.
Becoming the next Dark Lord was not something she could achieve by forming a clique with a group of girls and bullying her classmates.
Inside the dormitory, the two girls had finished their “serious” conversation and began sitting together and chatting again.
“By the way, Jasmine, haven’t you grown tired of playing with that boy Jacob yet?” Morgan Avery laughed maliciously.
“I’m worried his body won’t be able to endure much more.
Bloody hell!
What kind of indecent phrasing was that?
Scott could not help listening more carefully.
“That’s true.
Although I only use minor jinxes when teaching him a lesson, continuing for too long might cause problems,” Jasmine Travers said impatiently.
Scott let out a long sigh of relief.
He had thought Jacob was extraordinarily gifted at eleven!
“I’m already bored with him,” Jasmine Travers said without concern.
“After he finishes that task, we won’t need to pay him any more attention.
Hogwarts has plenty of filthy Mudbloods.
We can simply choose another toy.”
Morgan Avery giggled endlessly like a little hen.
“You’re so wicked, Jasmine.
If those filthy Mudbloods received an invitation from you and saw how many beautiful girls were in our group, they would throw themselves straight into it without thinking!”
“That isn’t important.” Jasmine Travers’ expression suddenly darkened.
“Scott Trollope.
I have always suspected that Mudblood has noticed something.
I cannot tolerate the way he looks at me.
He looks down on me!
It is a serious insult!”
“All right, don’t be angry, Jasmine.”
Morgan Avery began comforting her.
“Haven’t we already made our plan?
As long as everything goes smoothly, we’ll give Trollope a lesson he’ll never forget!
Then he won’t be able to act so proud any longer!”
“That’s right.
It doesn’t matter whether he truly is a genius.”
Jasmine Travers reached out and tightly gripped the bed curtain.
Her voice became slightly shrill.
“A lowly Mudblood must never look down upon a noble pure-blood!”
Scott calmly listened to their conversation and almost wanted to laugh.
He wanted to hear exactly what sort of lesson these two children had planned for him.
Then he would make sure they received a truly unforgettable lesson first.
That should allow their immature minds to understand the cruelty of the world.
After all, some people in this world did not follow the usual rules.
(End of Chapter)
T/N :
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