[HP] Missy and Mischief

Cassandra appears to be an outstanding witch in many aspects, such as Potions and Charms, which are O all the year round, firmly occupying No.1 in the final exam every year, and hundreds of clothes in the closet so that she can Effortlessly go out in different outfits every day, and look good.

It was a sunny morning, she squeezed the quill pen tightly, and the smooth characters flowed out a series of words as the pen tip moved on the paper, and the dark red ink made her a little upset.Cassandra bit her lip and crossed out the "brass scales" on the paper.

Yes, Cassandra was struggling to figure out what was missing from her shopping list, and she had spent a whole day thinking about it, but it was all ruined by the dirty-haired and menacing dark wizard Black.Over breakfast, after reading the ink-smelling Daily Prophet, her mother told her beyond doubt that her shopping trip to Diagon Alley had to be moved up to today, and that she couldn't leave the house until school started. up.

Hell, why can't the people who made such a big mistake stay in Azkaban in peace?Thinking of this, Cassandra re-examined one side of the parchment, making sure that she didn't miss anything that needed to be prepared for the start of school, and she didn't forget to write the line "hand mirror inlaid with sapphire" at the end.

Kassandra had the misfortune to lie in the hospital wing for four weeks because of a basilisk that got unimpeded in the pipes at Hogwarts last term (even more irritating that final exams were cancelled, which meant she The program that won the first place in seven academic years has irreversibly deviated).When she was found, she was lying stiff on the ground, her robe was soaked in sewage, her pupils were dilated, and the mirror in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Honey, without this mirror, you might die!" Madam Pomfrey said kindly as she watched her drink the third bottle of Mandrake potion.

No, without the bling savior, maybe she and the mirror would be fine.

Cassandra thought to herself.

Draco Malfoy chatted endlessly at the long table in Slytherin about "how Potter caused bad luck to affect the whole school", and even Cassandra couldn't help thinking about it, as if in Harbin Before Leigh Porter entered school, her first and second grades were indeed very peaceful.So she often nodded reservedly to Junior Malfoy, making him even more arrogant at the dinner table.

Putting away her scattered thoughts, Cassandra pulled out a pair of white gloves from the drawer, put them on her hands tightly, made sure that no trace of skin would be exposed, and opened the door.

"Mom, I'm ready, let's go."

With a whirlwind and a soft "pop", she stood on the hard bluestone road in Diagon Alley.

………………

"Kasha, did the permission letter come from the school?" Mrs. Wolflin asked.

Cassandra lowered her head and took out a thick piece of parchment from her pocket, curled her lips and read: "It's still the same, Mom... Students above the third grade are allowed to visit Hogsmeade village at a designated time. Please attach the enclosed letter Parents or other guardians to sign the permission form... Enclosed is a list of necessary books for the first and second semesters... Hey!"

Cassandra was so focused looking down at the letter that she didn't notice that the crowd of people in Diagon Alley had scattered her and her mother, and ran into a tall boy head-on.

"Weasley?" Cassandra squinted her beautiful green eyes and looked at the tall red-haired boy opposite, her expression worried.

"Hello, little snake." Another identical red-haired head poked out from behind his brother, "Which Weasley are you calling?"

Cassandra: "My God, why can I see it in Diagon Alley... What are you doing here, buying second-hand robes?"

Cassandra could of course pronounce their names accurately.Fred Weasley and George Weasley, she guessed that there was no student in Hogwarts who didn't know their names. As a student in the same class as the twins, Cassandra had been in every corner of the castle more than once Finding traces of their mischief - maybe a big dung egg, maybe a beetle in the soup bowl of some unfortunate student in Gryffindor - and the screams and laughs that ensue.

The Weasley brothers have never done anything to the Slytherin girls, but this does not mean that Cassandra has a slight affection for them. In her words, these pranks are, well, too low-level.

Fred and George looked at each other,

"It's not a Slytherin—"

"Miss?"

"If I understand correctly, George..."

"She cares about us?"

Cassandra's pale face flushed slightly: "Do you think I care? I'm here to do important things. My mother is going to buy me a new mirror."

Fred smiled hippie: "Why, did you keep staring at the original mirror, so it was broken by you?"

"I didn't break it!" Cassandra screamed, "I mean...it was an accident."

George grabbed Fred's shoulder and pulled him over, "Brother, she drank four whole bottles of the old bat's special Mandrake potion, maybe we should be kinder to this lady."

"Well, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to upset you." Fred shrugged and moved out of the way for her to pass.

"Of course not! You can't do it either, go away!" Cassandra glared at them, and hurriedly chased after her mother with the hem of her skirt.

The flow of people flashed back from her side, and she didn't notice that there were several wanted warrants posted on the nearby shops. A man with a haggard face and long and messy hair was holding on to the railing. His skin was white, his cheeks were sunken, and his chest Marked with a big "Sirris Black is at large in extreme danger".Not to mention, a surprisingly large black dog was squatting under the wanted notice, watching the wizards walking around vigilantly.

That big black dog, with its big dark and bright eyes, watched the farce of the lion and the snake, and let out a wheezing laugh—if the dog's face can also see a little expression if.

Cassandra soon found her mother at the front of the long cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, for they both had strikingly long, brilliant-blond hair which Daphne had more than once enviously referred to as "like the elixir of felicity." Flowing like gold."Mrs. Wolflin was standing at the door of Lihen Bookstore and beckoning to her, "Show them your book list."

"The protection of magical animals class has been replaced with a new book, but it's not surprising that even the teacher has changed." Cassandra handed the book list to the clerk on the side, and stood by the side with her mother waiting for the new book. The textbooks are complete.

What Lihen Bookstore usually displays in the window is rows of gaudy gilded hardcover magic books, which are used for those stupid upstart wizards who have too much money to spend to decorate their bookcases (although they are full of dust) would never be opened, and there were no house-elves to clean them), and now a cast-iron cage containing dozens of fuzzy, sharp-toothed books, tangled and tearing at each other's pages , and brazenly displayed the large characters on the cover to everyone passing by:

The Monster Book of Monsters.

Mrs. Wolflin raised her exquisite eyebrows, and asked her daughter calmly: "Your new teacher... gave up Scamander's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and chose such a... thing? "

It can be seen that she really wanted to give these things an exquisite adjective, but in the end she chose to give up because of the white pieces of paper floating in the air.

"Yeah," Cassandra pointed out sharply, "I think it's a huge improvement that Dumbledore's preferred gamekeeper teacher didn't say 'Oh, you little slugs don't need a textbook.'"

"Don't tell your grandfather, he won't be happy. They Hufflepuffs have been proud of the Scamander textbook for fifty years." Mrs. Wolflin looked sympathetically at the bookstore manager, who was taking Wearing a pair of thick gloves, grabbing a big cane to fight with monsters.

"There is also "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future" that needs to be bought," Cassandra said, looking back at the monster books. She really wanted to take out her wand and give these books a few strokes to let them know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, but there is still a whole school year Well, "Well... also by someone named Cassandra, Cassandra Vabraski."

She suddenly didn't have any expectations for the next semester.

I ran into Gryffindor's Bludger brothers before school started.

In the same school as the troubled savior.

To attend countless divination lessons with the same name as the original author of the textbook, Trelawney was appointed to whisper in her ear with an ethereal voice:

"Honey, this is also a kind of omen. You will have some misfortunes and some good luck..."

On the way back, Mrs. Wolflin put the shrunken textbooks into her handbag, and the restless monster book was tightly bundled and placed at the bottom.They passed by a Quidditch boutique that was blocked by a large group of people, and a wax-white broom was vaguely seen on a high platform, receiving the baptism of countless excited eyes.

"Would you like a broom of your own, Kai'Sa?"

Cassandra quickly looked back: "No, let alone this year, I won't want a broom until I graduate."

"Well," Mrs. Wolflin nodded regretfully, "if you could ride a broomstick in a skirt, I think you'd like it. But the boys on the Quidditch team don't wear skirts all day. Got the eyes glued to you, didn't I?"

Cassandra pouted under her mother's teasing gaze, "What nonsense is Marcus talking about again? Adrian Puse or Montague?"

"My dear, if you make more friends and invite them over to your house, I won't have to keep asking the Flints about how you're doing at school."

"I know—" Cassandra responded, but the faces of the twins she had bumped into appeared in her mind.

As far as she knew, the Weasley brothers were the most popular in the whole school, with friends in all four houses who could talk.

But why?

The author has something to say:

Cassandra nicknamed Kasha.

At the beginning, Sister Ka and N books of monsters tried to fight. In this wave, Sister Ka will win (no.)