Cassandra walked out of the box where Wentworth and the other two were staying. After only a few steps, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a hint of confusion.

Cassandra kept cheering herself up in her heart: I did this to save my father and my family! Wentworth is just a familiar stranger! I did nothing wrong! But just when Cassandra was about to calm down, Wentworth's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Cassandra! Wait a moment, Cassandra!"

Suddenly, Cassandra heard Wentworth's call from behind, and her heart suddenly tightened again.

But as Wentworth approached, Cassandra forced herself to stop, turned her head and looked at Wentworth with an impatient expression.

"Why are you calling me so loudly? Are you planning to give me a Christmas present?"

As she spoke, Cassandra showed a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

Wentworth happened to stand in front of Cassandra at this moment and said in surprise: "Merlin, Cassandra, do you also have the gift of prophecy?!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, Cassandra's smile suddenly froze.

Then, Cassandra watched as Wentworth took out a long gift box from behind him and said with a smile:

"Merry Christmas, Cassandra!"

Cassandra looked at the gift box that Wentworth took out and involuntarily reached out her hand. But at the moment she touched the gift box, Cassandra retracted her hand and looked at Wentworth, saying in disbelief:

"Is this gift box...really a Christmas gift for me?"

Wentworth looked around in surprise, then looked at Cassandra and said:

"Is there a third person around here?"

Seeing that Cassandra still had an expression of disbelief on her face, Wentworth simply grabbed Cassandra's hand, put the gift box in Cassandra's hand, and said, "This is your Christmas present. I hope you like it, Cassandra."

Cassandra carefully stroked the gift box on the book, biting her lip lightly with her teeth.

Wentworth was somewhat curious about Cassandra's reaction, but he still urged:

"Open it and see if you like it!"

Cassandra then slowly opened the gift box in her hand, and saw a cool flying broom lying quietly in the gift box.

At the same time, Wentworth's voice came to Cassandra's ears again.

"This is the concept Firebolt that I got as a lucky audience member at the Quidditch World Cup final. I give it to you!"

"I'm sorry for breaking your broomstick during the previous flying lesson. I'm giving you this Firebolt. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you in future flying lessons! Haha!"

After Wentworth laughed, he saw Cassandra kept her head down and didn't respond for a long time.

"What's wrong, don't you like it?"

Wentworth asked somewhat awkwardly.

Hearing Wentworth's question, Cassandra shook her head and then looked up at Wentworth. Wentworth then discovered that Cassandra's eyes seemed to be slightly red.

Before Wentworth could respond, Cassandra continued, "No, I like it very much. Thank you, Wentworth! But, this is a little too expensive. I..."

But before Cassandra could finish her words, Wentworth continued:

"As long as you like it! Actually, I'm not very good at choosing gifts for girls. This is the first time I've given a gift to a girl in my life. You won't ask me to take it back, right?!"

This is indeed the first time in my life that I have given a gift to a girl. The one before the time travel is counted as the last life, Wentworth said to himself in his heart.

Cassandra was stunned again after hearing what Wentworth said, then silently held the gift box containing the flying broom against her chest with both hands. After a moment of silence, she said again: "Thank you, Wentworth."

Wentworth laughed when he saw this.

At this moment, a cheer suddenly came from the other side of the carriage:

As cheers rang out, many Hogwarts students on the train rushed to the corridor, scrambling to look outside.

Wentworth and Cassandra, who were originally standing opposite each other, were pushed to the window by their classmates and stood side by side.

Wentworth carefully squeezed behind Cassandra, leaving a little space for her, while Cassandra stood quietly in front of the car window. Together, they watched the snowflakes floating outside the window.

"It's so beautiful! Is this the first snow of the year?"

A Hogwarts student nearby exclaimed.

Cassandra sighed and said, "The first snowflakes that fall to the ground often melt into the soil before the heavy snow falls."

Wentworth glanced at Cassandra and felt that something was wrong with Cassandra today. Being artistic was not Cassandra's character!

Then Wentworth said tentatively:

"So, you still prefer to see the snowflakes flying together?"

Cassandra frowned, glanced back at Wentworth, and said with disgust, "No, on the contrary, being superior for life is the pride of the strong!"

"Won't you feel too lonely?"

Wentworth asked as he looked at the snow outside the window.

Cassandra was silent for a long time before she slowly said, "Friendship is just a joke for the weak! Friends for life? Don't make fun of me!"

After saying that, Cassandra forcefully pushed through the crowd behind her, causing a burst of exclamations, and finally disappeared at the end of the carriage.

While everyone was cheering and watching the snowflakes outside the train, Green was sitting in the compartment, sighing to Cedric.

"Huh, tell me, if Wentworth and Cassandra really end up together, what would I do?"

Cedric thought about it seriously and said slowly:

"The touchstone of love?"

Green looked hopeless.

At this moment, Wentworth pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Wentworth's empty hands, Green said with a look of heartache:

"You just gave away that Firebolt like that?"

“Ahem!”

Cedric coughed twice deliberately.

Then, Green immediately put on an expression of admiration, gave a thumbs up, and said to Wentworth:

"You can give away such a valuable item without hesitation. You are indeed a person who can do great things!"

Wentworth slapped Green's hand away and was about to say something, but at this moment, the whistle of the Hogwarts train sounded. Cedric looked out and said excitedly:

“We’ve arrived!”

Ahem, actually Mo Xiang is not very good at writing romance scenes, but a famous reader friend (sorry your name is too difficult to write) has left messages many times, wanting to see the romance scenes between Wentworth and Cassandra. After all, I love my fans!

Of course, Mo Xiang also felt that the bond between them needed to be improved and to fill in the holes that had been dug previously, so he wrote this chapter.

If you think the writing is okay, please subscribe, vote, and reward me! 　　If you think the writing is not good, Moxiang apologizes to everyone here.

Finally, I wish all my readers will never have to pretend to be strong, and have the courage to move forward an inch, and the composure to retreat a foot!

(End of this chapter)