[HP] Missy and Mischief

The weather on Hogsmeade's day this month is very good. The continuous rain seems to have wrapped the dark clouds away, and the sky has become a clear and dazzling pale white, as beautiful as the glowing scales of Australian opal eyes.

It seemed that a snow fell last night. The roofs of every shop in Hogsmeade Wizarding Village were covered with a layer of fresh snow. Holly wreaths were hung on the shop doors in advance, and even the trees beside the road were decorated with magic light balls. shining.

"Kasha, would you like a drink?" Betty held two cups of hot butterbeer from Ms. Rosmerta.

"Thank you, Betty." Cassandra held up the glass with both hands, and took a sip.Warm, frothy butterbeer and the chills disappear without a trace. "Also, I didn't expect you to accompany me to review the list for half an hour."

Going to Hogsmeade required a guardian's signed permission, and it was impossible for Filch to check the permission from every rowdy student within an hour by himself.At this time, the male and female prefects will be assigned to other colleges to help with the review, and to be guards in front of the cold wind blowing gate... (Cassandra: This is why I don't want to be a prefect)

"Don't be silly, I'd love to let you finish your work quickly and let the air go." Betty chuckled and threw a nougat into her mouth. The freckles on her face were obvious under the light, but they were not damaged Half her cuteness.

Cassandra flashed a clear smile.

Of course not all to help her!

The Slytherin prefect was in charge of reviewing Gryffindor's student permit. Upon learning of this, Betty almost couldn't wait to ask her if she needed help, and then put on her favorite lipstick and stood in the can The wind that blows people's heads stiff, and when he sees the person he wants to see, he will show a silly smile.

Unfortunately, Cassandra also recognized the man in the red and gold scarf—that was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Oliver Wood.To his left and right were the Weasley twins, who were trying to coax the captain into giving up the idea of ​​extra training.

Aha, Cassandra raised her eyebrows, and after looking at Wood a few times, she slowly checked the permission form several times, so that Betty could appreciate her sweetheart openly.

It turned out to be him.Betty's behavior of going to the Quidditch stadium to watch the game no matter the weather is sunny or rainy, finally has some reasonable explanation.Cassandra silently applauded her sharpness in her heart.

"But when did you become interested in Quidditch?" Betty said vaguely with a mouthful of butterbeer, "Just now I asked the clerk about the price of the Firebolt. I thought you really planned to buy one. Yes, but it's too expensive..."

"Hehe," Cassandra put down the butter beer and let out a sneer, and the glass knocked on the table with a muffled sound, "I was forced to listen to the nonsense introduction for 5 minutes before I realized that the clerk really just wanted to say, 'You are expensive. Because the thing is a racing broom and needs to be customized, do you want to buy it or not?" Merlin, don't I look like I can't afford a broken broom?"

"As for why you should consider the broom... well... because I owe someone a lot of favors, and I'm thinking about giving me something to make up for it."

"I hope you don't owe favors to someone from the Slytherin team." Betty blushed and downed two big glasses of butterbeer and a glass of margarita, she was a little tipsy.

"Why? Terrance used to be a Seeker."

Betty rolled her eyes: "In the past. Since Marcus got his wish and became the captain, and his brother abdicated for Malfoy, the level of the entire team began to plummet. Just like the Chudley Cannons, they will never win, and Loves fouling, wish there were only Slytherins in the air—”

"I understand what you mean. The Nimbus 2001 can't stop them from rampaging. With the Firebolt... the arrows will directly turn into a mid-air brawl." Cassandra tried not to arouse her vigilance and asked: "Then what do you think, Well, what kind of gift would a Gryffindor boy like?"

"I think they'd like some handmade things—" Before Betty finished speaking, she stared at the door of the Three Broomsticks tavern that was pushed open by Hula, and saw a figure that everyone knew sneaked in. And his two inseparable friends.She exclaimed in a low voice, "Harry Potter?"

Cassandra and Betty were in a very hidden location, and there was a big Christmas tree blocking the table, so the Savior and his party didn't notice them. Granger pulled Potter and squeezed them to the small table near the fireplace. Coincidentally, Yes, right next to their table.

Moments later, the Weasley red also rushed over with three glasses of butterbeer, and gave them to his friends.However, he quickly realized who the blond witch he saw on the way was, and let out a horrified "hiccup" from his throat, looking back and forth at Cassandra and Harry with a neck-breaking swing.

Harry and Hermione also realized something, and gasped in horror at the same moment when they raised their heads, obviously not expecting to bump into the prefect who happened to be checking the permit in the tavern.

"Sit down, don't look like a fool." Betty was very dissatisfied with their reaction like seeing a ghost, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at the trio.

Hermione looked like she was about to suffocate, but managed a nervous smile before the two boys could do anything stupid: "Um, hello, Wolflin and Higgs. It was just an accident, I guess I It can be explained, um..."

Hermione kicked Harry violently under the table, and he flinched suddenly before he stammered, "Yes, I came out because... because of the special approval application from Professor McGonagall."

"Really?" Cassandra stared at him with the same green eyes as him, and said irrefutably, "I want to ask Professor McGonagall."

As her words fell, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, as well as Hagrid and a fat man in a striped cloak rolled up a gust of snow and pushed open the bar door.

Great, three professors and a Minister of Magic, and a savior who is always in trouble.

Cassandra turned her head abruptly, and seeing Hermione and Ron trying to push Harry's head under the table with all their strength, she unceremoniously drew out her wand and ordered them to get out of the way.

"Disillusionment!"

Accompanied by a burst of cold water pouring down from the top of his head, Harry's figure gradually disappeared.The Disillusionment Charm made him blend in perfectly with the surrounding environment, which was obviously much smarter than hiding under the small table.

Harry, also aware of the help he had received, whispered awkwardly to the notoriously arrogant Slytherin senior.Cassandra, without moving her lips, told him to shut up through her teeth.

"Let's just pretend Harry didn't exist." Hermione quickly reminded Ron.

"Harry's not here." Ron repeated aloud as if waking up from a dream.

Betty was amused by their funny getting along, covered her mouth and let out a sneaky laugh.

Cassandra shook her head, and whispered to Harry, "I'm not surprised at Gryffindor's reckless nature, but when the whole of England knows that your parents are dead, you sneaked out of the school behind your professor's back." , if Fudge sees it, he will continue to attack Dumbledore with the school security issue... Maybe this is what you want to see, Potter?"

Harry didn't respond, but Cassandra knew from the sudden heavy breathing that he heard.

Hermione nodded in disapproval.

They fell into a period of silence with nothing to say.It just so happened that the pine branches next to them played a good role in hiding, so that the professors could not see them, but they could clearly hear every word of their conversation.

At first, the professors talked about the lingering dementors around the school. Betty wanted to rush up and applaud the professors. She also felt that these things not only could not protect Blake, but also threatened the students.

Immediately afterwards, the conversation turned to the fugitive Black, and his best friend in school days...James Potter.

Ms. Rosmerta chuckled. "... Sirius Black and James Potter, the couple of times they've been with me before, they've made me laugh like an oboe."

Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to come from far away: "... Black and Potter are the leaders of their small group... Both of them are extremely smart...Only Fred and George Weasley can Compete with them."

Cassandra and Harry made uncomfortable noises almost at the same time. Fortunately, the minister and the professors were chatting vigorously and did not pay attention to this small corner.

The conversation continued, and Cassandra listened intently.

The friendship between Black and Potter lasted until they graduated and got married. Black also served as old Potter's best man and young Potter's godfather... The house of the Potter family used the Fidelity Charm, but Black, as the secret keeper, asked the Dark Lord betrayed his best friend...

Their chat ended with a yell from Hagrid—

"Despicable, dirty traitor!"

Almost the entire bar was stunned by him, and he followed up with the story of Black asking Harry to raise him and blowing up Peter Pettigrew on the street.

Cassandra could feel the trembling next to Harry.This kind of stimulation was too much for him... But she was not the savior's family, and after the disillusionment spell was lifted, they planned to part ways.

"Cassandra...can you promise me that you won't tell what happened today?" Harry said in a daze.

"Of course, and it's not news worth promoting. The court records of the Wizengamot have clearly stated everything." Cassandra pulled Betty into the snow without looking back, "I It's clear who is the one to trust...As for you, I hope you don't make the same mistake as your father."

Harry looked as if she had punched him in the face, "Are all Slytherins alike? Can't speak without hissing and taunting others with venom in their mouths? She is like Malfoy's mother." Carved out of a mold, it will always hold its head high."

"But she's better looking and sensible," said Ron fairly.

The author has something to say:

Hereby add more for the nutrient solution, la la la!

(The Illusion Curse does not have a Chinese translation like the Hurricane Curse, so it is directly marked in English)

感谢在2021-10-1811:15:25~2021-10-2017:59:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Yin Miaomiao; 5 bottles of Youyingfengdeng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!