Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

Cassandra took out her wand: "I'm only 12 years old, and there's a trace on my wand."

"Are you planning to surround us with dozens of Aurors the next second after I cast the Killing Curse?"

Tom was silent, almost ignoring Cassandra's age.

Even he, when he made the first Horcrux diary, borrowed the power of the basilisk instead of killing people himself.

If he was in the sixth grade at that time, if he dared to kill Myrtle with a big melon.

I believe Dumbledore will poke his wand into his temple in the next second.

"I'm patient, I can wait..."

"But I can't wait."

Cassandra's words left Tom speechless.

Cassandra is a silent person who may die suddenly at any time, and she really can't wait.

This made Tom unable to appease Cassandra, otherwise, it would really be no surprise for an annoyed oblivious person to throw him to the Hogwarts professor.

Tom didn't think he could control the Hogwarts professors.

In the end, Tom could only say: "That's up to you to figure out a way for yourself. When you kill a Muggle, that's when I teach you about Horcruxes."

"make a deal."

After speaking, Cassandra threw the diary into the mithril box, and lay on the bed holding the box.

Rubbing the sore and swollen temples from using Occlumency, he considered whether there was any way to break the situation.

Cassandra would certainly not hurt a stranger for no reason.

But just now she couldn't have any hesitation, otherwise Tom would definitely find out.

While playing with Tom, Cassandra also set a difficult problem for herself, and the rest is how to solve this problem.

A month and a half passed in a flash, and it was late October.

On this day, after finishing a day of school, Cassandra was finally ready to fulfill the agreement with Tom.

Go kill a Muggle.

She raised her head and drank some potions first, Cassandra's figure began to grow taller visible to the naked eye, and finally she looked about 15 years old.

"It seems that the aging agent I prepared is not bad!"

Facing the mirror, Cassandra admired her tall figure with satisfaction, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong.

She reached out to touch her chest, where it was no longer empty, but had an elegant arc, which could be easily pressed and rebounded.

12-year-old Cassandra has not developed yet, but 15-year-old Cassandra already has a considerable figure.

Even considering if Cassandra continues to develop in the future... She can no longer imagine what she will look like when she is an adult or even ten years later.

A huge sense of absurdity weighed on Cassandra's shoulders, and she deeply experienced the fact that she was a girl at this moment.

Even body development is only part of it, and considering the few days of each month...

Cassandra crouched in the corner with her head in her arms, suddenly feeling that life was meaningless at this moment.

What completes the task, what fights wits with Tom.

She just wants to stay 12 years old forever and never develop again in this life.

"Little master, what's the matter with you?"

Dobby appeared, and when he saw Cassandra's skeptical appearance, he immediately started screaming.

Cassandra waved her hand to signal him to stop barking, otherwise Cassandra's head would hurt even more.

As the minutes passed, Cassandra finally cheered up.

The aging agent has a limited time limit, if she doesn't hurry up, the early preparations will be in vain.

All I can say is, I hope I can succeed.

Dobby brought Cassandra to London. Cassandra wore a Muggle girl costume and sunglasses, took a taxi like an ordinary person, and came outside a skyscraper.

She took the passport out of her fanny pack and put it on her chest.

Take the staff elevator unimpeded all the way, and finally came to the top floor.

A gust of wind blows Cassandra's hair, making Cassandra's golden hair flutter in the night, and the surrounding lights are too bright, so that people on the top floor of the surrounding floors can clearly see Cassandra Actions.

Cassandra stepped forward step by step, her steps were elegant but brisk, like a fast-paced dance step.

Come to the edge of the floor, everything here is ready.

She only needs to open the huge violin box, take out the sniper rifle from it, and lie down on the platform at the edge of the building.

Staring at a group of people in a meeting on the opposite floor, aiming at the head of a middle-aged man in the middle.

"Tom, did you see that?"

Before entering the top floor, Cassandra had already opened the mithril box, took out Tom's diary, and put it on the platform to write.

"what did you see?"

"Is there anything around?"

Tom cannot observe the surroundings directly, and can only judge the time, place, and surrounding environment through Legilimency to Cassandra.

Then he was allowed to enter Cassandra's brain and found something wrong with the surrounding environment.

Cassandra looked a lot older, and she was holding a Muggle weapon, aiming at a Muggle opposite.

If Tom had a body, he would have tilted his head by now, showing an incomprehensible expression to Cassandra.

Leaving aside Cassandra's appearance, Tom didn't know how much time had passed.

Last second, Tom was chatting with Cassandra about killing Muggles, but now Cassandra has already done it?

Also, is it appropriate for you, as a little witch, to murder a Muggle with a sniper rifle?

Even without the black magic of the Killing Curse, using a cutting curse or something is more magical than a sniper rifle, right?

"Don't talk so much nonsense, this is the only way I can think of not to be hunted down by the Ministry of Magic."

"As for the Muggle hunt, how could they find me?"

Tom thought this was reasonable, and it was in line with his disdain for Muggles.

But he always felt that this development was still too bizarre...

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to ask more.

"Prepare……"

Cassandra took a deep breath, and Tom could only keep up with the rhythm immediately, sharing Cassandra's vision through Legilimency, and then looked at people through the Muggle scope for the first time.

Because the sniper rifle has been set up long ago, the front sight is very stable.

After aiming for a few seconds, Kassandra pulled the trigger.

A ball of flame flew from the muzzle of the gun, and Kassandra's shoulder hurt from the huge recoil.

Inside the building on the other side, the thick bulletproof glass was instantly pierced, turning into pieces and falling towards the bottom.

And the person who was targeted by Cassandra burst out a lot of blood in an instant, dyeing half of the meeting room red.

After being dazed for a second, the rest of the people immediately started screaming and running away, all of which were seen by Tom.

Tom is still a little hard to accept.

Not only is the status quo unacceptable, but also the power of this sniper rifle... It seems to be quite easy to use for accurate headshots from such a distance?

"gone."

Cassandra turned over and got off the edge of the platform, quickly rushed into the building, and boarded the staff elevator again.

"Can you tell me how to make a Horcrux now?"

Tom didn't answer for a while, and Cassandra asked him almost angrily: "You lied to me? I'll throw you to the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic right now!"

"Don't get excited."

Tom finally answered this time, he was just judging Cassandra's mood.

Cassandra trembled because of the murder, and she didn't feel any guilt, and even faintly excited.

This perfectly agreed with Tom's request, and even scared Tom a little.

After all, Cassandra in front of her eyes seemed to have grown up a lot, but she was definitely not as old as she was.

If such a guy grows up...maybe it will be stronger than the main body in the future.

So, Tom was going to keep his hand: "I'll tell you how to make a Horcrux."

Tom only intends to tell Cassandra how to make a Horcrux, but not how to protect it.

Without a strong enough protection method, Cassandra's Horcrux would be extremely fragile, not even as strong as the diary he was in.

Soon, a series of handwriting was displayed on the notebook. After Cassandra memorized all the contents, she folded the diary and hugged it to her chest, looking harmless to humans and animals.

The elevator stopped slowly on the first floor. Although Tom could no longer communicate with Cassandra, he could still share Cassandra's vision through Legilimency.

Then, in his vision, a middle-aged man with a firm face appeared in front of Cassandra.

"Stop, Miss Diary."

"What you just did has been discovered by us."

"Raise your hands and surrender now, you still have a chance to survive, our MI[-]..."

Without even thinking about it, Cassandra took out a pistol from her waist, but the middle-aged man on the opposite side moved faster and quickly pulled the trigger.

Cassandra threw her head back suddenly, and then fell straight on the cotton pad that had been prepared earlier.

"Oh my god!"

A fat male policeman rushed over and yelled angrily, "She's still a child, yet you killed her!"

"No, she's a killer, a terrible killer."

The middle-aged resolute man retorted, and then said seriously: "A killer like her, there are seven more in that organization!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man gave the fat policeman a hard push, then looked regretfully at Cassandra, who was still dead, and finally turned his head and left.