Kassandra Worley truly was dazzling wherever she went.
Her elegant mannerisms, refined speech, and breathtaking appearance naturally drew attention without effort.
Within less than half an hour, she had already become completely familiar with Harry and Hermione.
Honestly, people with sharp tongues usually possessed excellent social skills once they actually chose to be pleasant.
After all, if someone could effortlessly say things that shattered your emotional defences, it also meant they instinctively understood exactly what others cared about most.
And once Kassandra stopped verbally attacking people and started deliberately making them comfortable instead—
She became terrifyingly charming.
Harry and Hermione quickly developed excellent impressions of her.
Beautiful.
Polite.
Graceful.
Easy to talk to.
Miss Worley really was an amazing person.
Lucas sat beside the window silently watching this unfold with increasing suspicion.
Something about this still felt wrong.
However—
This softer version of Kassandra genuinely looked much cuter than before.
At the very least, she felt more honest somehow.
Right then, the compartment door slid open again.
A smiling witch pushed a snack trolley inside.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?"
Lucas immediately stood up.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying enough snacks to feed an entire Quidditch team.
Chocolate Frogs.
Cauldron Cakes.
Pumpkin Pasties.
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
The table rapidly disappeared beneath piles of sweets.
Soon the compartment filled with cheerful conversation and laughter.
Then suddenly—
Harry looked at Kassandra thoughtfully.
"Wait…"
Everyone turned towards him.
Harry's eyes widened.
"I just realised something!"
Lucas instantly developed terrible premonitions.
Harry pointed excitedly at Kassandra.
"You're the one who sent that Howler to Lucas!"
PUFF!
Lucas spat pumpkin juice directly across the compartment.
Harry received the full blast straight to the face.
Lucas genuinely wanted to strangle him.
Which idiot casually brought up Howlers at times like this?!
That horrifying public execution inside the Leaky Cauldron already traumatised him enough.
Worse still—
The reply letter where Lucas dragged Kassandra down socially with him caused her to ignore him for nearly an entire week afterwards.
Meanwhile, Kassandra stiffened slightly.
Clearly, remembering the impulsive Howler embarrassed her too.
Still, she calmly raised her wand and cleaned the pumpkin juice from Harry's face elegantly.
"Yes," she admitted smoothly. "I sent it."
Her tone sounded perfectly composed.
"Honestly, Lucas worries people constantly."
Then she sighed dramatically.
"Staying behind alone to fight Dark wizards at eleven years old? I nearly lost my mind from anxiety."
While speaking, Kassandra deliberately glanced towards Hermione subtly.
The territorial undertones felt extremely obvious.
Hermione blinked slightly.
However, after witnessing Lucas's terrifying abilities personally during training, Hermione no longer possessed the same prideful competitiveness she originally had in canon.
"Yes," Hermione agreed sincerely. "That was incredibly reckless."
Still, she noticed the faint hostility hidden inside Kassandra's eyes instinctively.
Though she didn't fully understand why.
Lucas immediately interrupted before things became strange.
"Harry."
His expression turned deadly serious.
"You should take out your Potions textbook and start previewing immediately."
Harry froze.
"…What?"
Lucas stared at him calmly.
"Trust me. Bad things happen when students neglect Potions."
If you don't know how to speak properly, then go read quietly instead.
Beside him, Kassandra immediately nodded supportively.
"Lucas usually gives very insightful advice," she said seriously.
Naturally, Kassandra already knew Lucas possessed unusual prophetic instincts.
He personally told her before.
Though she also understood that revealing such things casually remained dangerous.
Even her parents didn't know.
Harry reluctantly pulled out his Potions textbook while looking deeply miserable.
Honestly, reading Potions theory during a train journey felt criminally boring.
Meanwhile, Hermione adjusted her posture proudly.
"I already memorised every textbook before school started."
Ron stared at her in horror.
"You memorised all of them?!"
What sort of monster voluntarily studied during summer holidays?
At that exact moment—
The compartment door opened again.
A pale blond boy stepped inside confidently alongside two enormous bodyguards built like trolls.
Draco Malfoy.
Lucas recognised him instantly.
The moment Draco entered, he immediately noticed Kassandra sitting beside Lucas.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Still, Draco didn't greet her first.
Instead, he focused directly on Harry.
"I heard Harry Potter was riding in this compartment."
His gaze swept across everyone rapidly.
Since Lucas's appearance obviously wasn't British, and Ron's bright Weasley hair practically screamed his identity, Draco immediately identified Harry correctly.
"So that's you."
Harry nodded cautiously.
Unlike canon, they never previously met at Madam Malkin's robe shop because Lucas completely disrupted the timeline.
Draco casually introduced himself.
"This is Crabbe. That's Goyle."
Then he raised his chin proudly.
"Draco Malfoy."
After briefly glancing dismissively at Ron and Lucas, Draco extended his hand towards Harry.
"You'll discover some wizarding families are far superior to others, Potter."
His tone carried familiar aristocratic arrogance.
"You don't want to associate with the wrong sort."
Then Draco smiled confidently.
"I can help you avoid that mistake."
Harry immediately frowned.
"I think I can decide who the wrong sort are myself."
Just like canon, Harry instantly disliked him.
So naturally—
He ignored Draco's handshake completely.
Draco's face flushed red immediately.
Then suddenly—
Kassandra spoke calmly.
"So according to you, Draco… am I also the wrong sort?"
Draco froze.
His face turned even redder.
"N-No! Of course not, Miss Worley!"
He immediately became flustered.
"In fact, I originally planned to invite you to sit in my compartment instead."
Then he added eagerly:
"My father says the Worley family possesses exceptionally noble blood."
"That's why we should be friends."
Kassandra looked at him calmly for several seconds.
Then she smiled politely.
"I'm afraid I have no interest in befriending rude and inelegant people."
Ron immediately coughed violently beside the window to hide his laughter.
Draco's expression darkened completely.
Then he turned sharply towards Ron.
"My father warned me about the Weasleys already."
His voice dripped with contempt.
"Red hair. Freckles. Too many children and not enough money."
Ron's face instantly flushed with anger.
Then Draco looked back towards Kassandra again.
"But honestly," he sneered, "I didn't expect the Worleys to fall so far."
His eyes swept coldly across Hermione and Lucas.
"Associating with filthy Mudbloods like this."
The compartment fell silent instantly.
Hermione stiffened.
Ron looked furious.
Kassandra's expression changed immediately.
And inside Lucas's head—
The system suddenly chimed loudly after remaining silent for ages.
[Ding!]
[Future Great White Wizard must not be insulted!]
[Mission: Throw Draco Malfoy out of the compartment.]
[Reward: 2 Skill Points.]
Lucas smiled instantly.
Honestly, he already intended to teach Draco a lesson.
Now the system even offered rewards?
Perfect.
Before Kassandra could even raise her wand—
Lucas moved.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Three muffled impacts echoed through the compartment.
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all collapsed onto the floor instantly.
Lucas didn't even bother using magic.
His physical stats alone completely overwhelmed them.
Naturally, he controlled his strength carefully.
Otherwise, one punch from his enhanced strength might genuinely embed Draco into the train wall permanently.
Lucas grabbed Draco by the collar and lifted him effortlessly.
His voice turned ice-cold.
"If I ever hear you use the word 'Mudblood' again…"
Lucas's dark eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I'll personally transfigure you into maggots inside a sewage pit."
Draco looked genuinely terrified now.
Still, he stubbornly shouted:
"My father's a Hogwarts governor!"
Lucas punched him again casually.
"OW!"
Draco nearly cried.
"My father will have you expelled!"
BANG!
Another punch.
Lucas smiled coldly.
"Didn't you read the newspapers?"
Then he leaned closer slightly.
"My teacher is Albus Dumbledore."
Lucas's smile widened.
"You want to fight me?"
Draco looked horrified.
Dozens of newspaper headlines about Lucas flattening Aurors suddenly resurfaced inside his brain.
Without further ceremony, Lucas grabbed Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle one after another and physically threw them back into the corridor outside.
SLAM!
The compartment door shut firmly.
Lucas calmly dusted off his hands afterwards.
Ron stared at him with pure admiration.
"That was brilliant."
Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione still looked stunned by Lucas's terrifying physical strength.
Kassandra, however—
Looked unusually pleased.
Lucas glanced towards Hermione afterwards and coughed lightly.
"Ahem."
Then his expression became serious.
"Hermione."
She looked up immediately.
"If somebody ever calls you that word again…"
Lucas's eyes remained cold.
"Punch them first."
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