Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"I'm Bogrod, one of the directors of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank. We met last time."

Bogrod smiled expectantly, no goblin would refuse gold, it was something written in their souls.

It's like a house-elf wouldn't agree to accept clothes as a gift.

"I didn't expect that you really brought us gold. How much is there?"

Cassandra was not interested in slapping Bogorod in the face and performing like changing his face back and forth, grabbing the gold out of her wallet one by one.

This kind of rich-looking performance made Bogorod's eyes widen in astonishment.

Because the gold brought by Cassandra is not just in quantity.

There is even more unity in shape, and they are all golden bars.

It was as if it had just been taken out of the human treasury.

But goblins don't care where the gold comes from.

Into Gringotts, then this is something under their control.

Bogorod smiled and patiently helped Cassandra weigh it.

"A total of 4662g. Do you plan to save the gold directly, or exchange it for Galleons?"

The goblin rubbed her hands, the gold that Cassandra brought changed her opinion of Cassandra greatly.

"No, I don't want either."

But Cassandra's words made his complexion change slightly: "I want pounds."

Griphook was dumbfounded, what's the use of ordinary wizards asking for so many pounds?

"Miss Malfoy, I have to remind you that the pound sterling is not available in the wizarding world, it is Muggle currency."

Bogorod stroked his glasses and said solemnly.

"I know, I'm going to do something with the Muggle world."

"Even if you put it in the bank, you will get a good interest, which is better than putting it in your Gringotts."

Although Gringotts calls itself a bank, it is more like an ancient money house.

There is not only no interest in storing property here, but even regular management fees.

Of course, considering the security of Gringotts, this is also a great value for money.

But the problem is that Cassandra is not like an ordinary wizard, she can only choose to survive in the wizarding world.

She knew that in the Muggle world, there were more resources and opportunities waiting for her.

Bogorod looked at Cassandra silently.

As Gringotts, who secretly deals with Muggles, naturally understands the financial logic of the Muggle world.

It's just that they have been bullying wizards and don't understand.

Now a knowledgeable one came, which made Bogorod feel a little pressure.

"Why, can't Gringotts exchange so much gold?"

"Gringotts never refuses gold, Miss Malfoy."

Bogrod accepted the gold and sent Griphook to prepare pounds.

Soon, more than 3 pounds were placed in a tray and brought over by the pull ring.

Cassandra put the pound into her pocket without hesitation, and left without looking back.

This made Bogorod, who still wanted to say something, shut his mouth angrily.

He has not forgotten the disintegration of the Soviet Union that Cassandra said before.

Gringotts' news network spans the world.

Although it is impossible to compete with local financial institutions in various countries, it is still no problem to inquire about news.

So they already knew that the Soviet Union, a behemoth built by human Muggles, was in a precarious state.

Just over a month ago, the three Baltic states declared their independence.

This indicates that this declining giant may usher in a drastic change.

However, the problem is that until now, the Soviet Union has not disintegrated.

Cassandra has already given the phrase the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

Is this the prediction of a natural prophet, or does it mean that there are experienced professionals behind Cassandra?

Either way, Gringotts has taken Cassandra seriously.

The only thing that hindered their actions was Cassandra's request.

Cassandra wants [-]% of their gold!

This is simply unreasonable!

But seeing Cassandra again this time, Bogorod was a little shaken.

Whether it's prophecy or professional talent, the disintegration of the Soviet Union that Kassandra said is getting closer, and Gringotts really doesn't plan to do something?

Bogorod decided to convene another executive meeting to discuss this matter seriously.

Cassandra didn't know that her words had attracted so much attention from Gringotts.

At that time, Cassandra was just holding the attitude of giving it a try.

On the one hand, she has no resources, only some predictions; on the other hand, the disintegration of the Soviet Union is a few months later, and she still has time.

This time when Cassandra came to Gringotts, it was fake to exchange pounds, but it was true to give eye drops to the goblins.

The time has come to the end of October, and Cassandra still has two months to prepare.

If the goblins are really indifferent by then, Cassandra can only find a way to do it alone.

After leaving Gringotts, Cassandra returned to Malfoy Manor through the Floo powder at the Leaky Cauldron.

Just as she was about to continue practicing the spell, an owl with many black spots mixed in its snow-white feathers flew towards her.

"Hedwig?"

As a snowy owl, Hedwig is very conspicuous.

Among the people Cassandra knew, only Harry raised Hedwig, so Cassandra recognized it at first sight.

Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder, lowered her head and rubbed against Cassandra's hair, cooing happily.

Although it has nothing to do with Cassandra.

But Cassandra recognized it, coupled with Cassandra's own little fanciful animal favor, let Hedwig accept this little witch.

Cassandra happily licked a few handfuls of Hedwig, asked Dobby to help Hedwig prepare a sumptuous meal, and then took out the letter on it.

Seeing Harry's serious handwriting, Cassandra's eyes were a little dazed.

It turned out to be two months!

In the past two months, isn't she in the middle of crazy study?

Even Horace couldn't stand it and asked for half a month's leave to run away, so Cassandra paused a little.

Looking back and looking forward, compared to myself two months ago, everything seems to be a lifetime away.

If there is any biggest difference between the current Cassandra and her past self, it is that she has regained her self and has a little ability to protect herself.

"That's right... I should go back and have a look."

As long as Cassandra has a reason, then she can return to Hogwarts, which is Dumbledore's promise.

Cassandra doesn't miss that school, she only misses one person in it.

"By the way...Halloween dinner?"

"What seems to be happening that day?"

Alarm bells rang in her heart, and Cassandra began writing back to Harry, saying she would gladly attend the appointment.

Then the plot of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone began to revive in Cassandra's mind a little bit.

"Quirrell is still at Hogwarts, and he is still a dangerous man with no nose on his head. Do you want to tell Dumbledore about this?"

While Cassandra was thinking, Hedwig, who was well fed, had set sail again.

Back to Hogwarts with Cassandra's letter.

When Harry saw Cassandra's reply, he was as happy as a giggling Voldemort.

Ron on the side wanted to take a look, but he pushed them away and hid the letter carefully.

This is Cassandra's handwritten letter!

Although there are only a few words above.

Ron was even more suspicious, and was about to do something when he was surrounded by his twin brothers.

How could the Weasley brothers allow their stinky brother to spoil the drama on the day of the dinner when they saw that the general trend had come?

It would be nice to have another group fight.

This time it must not be discovered by Snape.

Soon, the time came to the day of the Halloween banquet.

The auditorium has been completely decorated.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand others hovered over the dining table like low, dark clouds, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly flicker.

The ghost of the school will also perform at the end of the banquet.

They pop up from walls and tables, forming various formations to perform slides.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for the start of the dinner time, and the Weasley brothers couldn't help but began to look around, expecting the appearance of that beautiful figure.

Miss Hermione Granger was naturally incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire lobby.

There was no cutlery in front of her, but a History of Magic textbook, and she was reading the contents in a low voice.

The commotion around her had nothing to do with her, Hermione just felt that the crowd was noisy.