[HP] Missy and Mischief

Since the Dark Mark intertwined with skulls and pythons rose on the World Cup venue, the prestige of the Ministry of Magic has been hit hard again.Fudge's approval rating is at stake, and he has to choose to support his subordinates who are hardliners - such as Umbridge, who takes resisting evil creatures as his political stance.

But not many Hogwarts students would care about the transfer of powers and positions in the Ministry of Magic. Most of them are eager to start school. After all, the feeling of not being able to freely wave their wands during the holidays is too uncomfortable.

So on the steamy Hogwarts Express, there were not many children who were reluctant to say goodbye to their families. Their little faces were filled with excitement and joy, and they chatted to their friends.

Fred and George waved goodbye to the family on the platform, left the Gryffindor Golden Triangle in a box, and walked towards the front of the train.

"It's bad luck. So many Filippo fireworks have gone off. The Muggle driver said he was taken aback, didn't I! The test items for the start of school are gone again..." Fred muttered softly speak.

Because of the bad rainstorm and the Ministry of Magic's refusal to lend Arthur's magic car, Molly hired a Muggle driver to take the children to school, and it was unsurprisingly late.So every car the twins passed by, almost six boxes were full of people.

There are many people who enthusiastically invite the two brothers to sit in together, but they have some brand-new magic trick plans that cannot be heard by these "potential customers" classmates.

Fred and George dragged the suitcases all the way to the front of the car, and finally found a fairly empty compartment, in which sat a familiar blond figure—

George whistled, opened the door of the carriage uninvited, and sat down on the reddish-brown leather bench.Fred shoved him in, said "Hi long time no see Cassandra, would you mind if we sit here for a while" and then brusquely at her Sit down opposite.

Cassandra looked up at them indifferently, as if she wanted to tell them to get out, but she held back when she remembered that she had sworn not to talk to these two big fools.

She put down the gorgeous hand mirror inlaid with sapphires, and turned to take out a brand new "Daily Prophet" with a blank face and opened it. The newspaper was rattled by her.

"It means that we have been waiting for your reply, but we haven't received it for a week." Fred was used to her cold face, and he didn't even feel that there was anything wrong, so he said briskly.

Cassandra kept her mouth shut and turned the page of the newspaper.The front page of "The Dark Mark is suspected to reappear on the stadium, the last carnival of the Death Eaters?" 》and a picture of a skull slowly spitting out a python covered her face.

"Well, there are four people in the family who know about the big things going on at Hogwarts, but none of them are willing to tell. It's really hard to be hung up--" George anxiously took apart a chocolate frog, and it was Jumping up quickly, Fred quickly grabbed the frog's leg and stuffed the chocolate into the box.

Cassandra turned the newspaper again in silence.

At this time, the two brothers really focused on the blond witch who had never said a word, and realized that something was wrong——

"Are you mad at us? Why?"

"Have you lost your voice over the summer? - Whoops, George, I'm kidding."

"Because the noble Mr. Weasley was stingy with writing two extra lines on the parchment, and because so much happened at the World Cup, I obviously only deserve to know 'French girls are pretty'." Cassandra With a sneer, he pulled down the newspaper covering his face and slapped it on the table.

Fred and George seemed to understand something at this moment, and suddenly realized: "So you are unhappy because the letter we wrote to you is not long enough? Merlin's torn pants, if I knew it, I would have written eighteen jokes—— "

Cassandra raised her pointed chin slightly, raised her long eyebrows, and looked arrogantly and somewhat satisfied at the two tall red-haired boys in front of her, as if the queen was waiting for the loyalty of the knights.

However, she did not wait for the expected sincere apology.

George even just shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "We misunderstood, but your Slytherin writing standards are too strange. When I received Cassius' transformation fireworks order, I thought he finally couldn't figure it out. I wrote a love letter..."

Fred recounted to Cassandra happily: "Dear Mr. George, I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time. I am very interested in your... new invention."

"I didn't forgive your rude behavior, don't change the subject." Cassandra tried her best not to associate with Fred some strange and nasty images, and pointed out seriously.

"Well, our kind, beautiful and tolerant Majesty Cassandra, I am very sorry about the letter." George apologized without any pressure, and looked at her with sincere and bright blue eyes.

"And next time I write a letter, I will remember to attach a five-page product catalog. The number of pages will definitely exceed yours." Fred added: "I'm joking! It's actually because the prank business was discovered, and we were strictly monitored by our mother during the summer vacation After a arduous struggle, I spared no time in the trenches to write you a reply, please believe in our fighting friendship."

George agreed gravely.

Cassandra glanced at them suspiciously: "...I think the life-and-death friendship between us is enough for an apology to make up for your fooling behavior. Some people are only worth a hundred words."

Fred and George looked at each other, and they both saw the smile in each other's eyes. They had to restrain themselves from laughing out loud, otherwise the proud lady would take out a wand and cast a curse on each of them.

George: "So can you tell us—what is the big thing you were talking about?"

The expression on Cassandra's face softened a little, she pushed the newspaper aside, and said, "It's okay to tell you now, because Dumbledore will definitely say it at the opening dinner... We will have three months this semester. It's the Tournament, and the host is Hogwarts. The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will stay in England for a year."

"It's the one that's been out of business for over 100 years—"

"People die every time—"

"Triwizard Tournament?!" the twins shouted in unison, with extremely excited expressions.

Cassandra was delighted by their surprised reaction. She lifted her blond hair, rested her elbows on the small table, and lazily continued to tell the information revealed by her family: "And we should welcome foreigners as a group. There are students in the school, so there are dresses on the list. I asked my family to prepare twelve dresses for me, and they are guaranteed to be new styles that French witches have never seen before."

Fred took out a deck of Thunderbolt Blast cards from his pocket, and skillfully invited his brother and Cassandra to play a few hands together and play slowly.

George knew that Fred wanted to continue to make more words by playing games.He also knew that Fred had made up his mind to sell the products of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to students from other schools - because he thought so too, probably this was the wonderful magical connection between the twins.

Accompanied by the "crack" sound of exploding cards, the tidy farmland passing by outside the car window has disappeared, replaced by barren dark green hills, woods and meandering rivers, a scene of the British countryside.

"...This is probably the case, and more will wait until the principal announces it himself." Cassandra concluded.

"So they're going to come with people of the same grade?" Fred cheered, as if he saw a lot of Galleons and customers waving at him.

"God-sent, brother," murmured George.

"What?" Cassandra looked at them in bewilderment, "You only think about increasing the sales of merchandise for such a rare international event? I really underestimated your determination to make money..."

"Well...it's a long story." George sighed, and said, "You remember the letter saying that we planned to make a bet and win a fortune from the game?"

"We bet all our savings on Ludo Bagman, but he lost the bet and didn't want to give the money." Fred said angrily: "To be precise, he gave the Leprechaun's gold coins, which will automatically The disappearing kind. I've been meaning to write to the Ministry of Magic and expose him—"

"Don't tell me you did it," Cassandra said quickly, "you didn't? It's a good thing... think about it, what the rest of the staff would think of your father if you got Bagman out of his job .”

She shook her head and played the last card: "I won again."

"Don't talk about such bad things." Fred opened their bulging suitcase, and a bunch of gizmos fell out of the box, and he showed Cassandra one by one.

George: "Canary biscuits - the kind that turns into a big canary and loses its feathers; fat tongue taffy, you've seen, that makes the tongue hang on the ground; and There are fake wands - can't be used to cast spells, but can turn into random inflatable animals!"

He took the fake wand and poked Cassandra's textbook, and the wand turned into an inflatable pigeon with a "poof".

"What is this?" Cassandra pinched a crystal glass bottle with two fingers, pulled the stopper, and a familiar scent came out——

"Weasley! Are you going to mass produce this perfume and sell it?" She glared at the twins.They looked at the sky and the ground one by one, pretending that they had nothing to do with this matter.

In the end it was George who came forward to explain——

"You know, we're broke now," he sighed exaggeratedly, "if we can't turn these good ideas into cash quickly, then our dream of opening a joke store will be shattered, and everyone will see it... "

Fred: "Well, if you don't want to see other people buying Camellia perfume, why don't you join us and develop some other flavors? We all know how advanced your skills in Charms are."

Two pairs of identical eyes looked at Cassandra, she blushed slightly at this sincere compliment, and began to wonder if she was too authoritarian——

"...Then, I can agree to join your R&D work," Cassandra said hesitantly, "but only in the production of high-end products! Don't expect me to experiment with that disgusting Bara's sugar! Never!"

"Of course!" replied the two red-haired Gryffindors almost immediately, they could see the same silliness or trickery in each other's faces - but the point is, they got a guy who was gifted with mischief. Foreign aid for high-achieving students!

It doesn't matter if it's temporary now, there is always a chance to tie her completely into the thief's boat.Fred and George thought to themselves.

"Okay, let me read some books quietly before school starts." Cassandra yawned softly, sketching something on the thick herbal medicine textbook.

Fred and George made a motion of zipping their mouths shut, shut up really well, and copied the catalog with a silent spell.

Let them preview the textbooks in advance, it is really difficult...

After a while, or maybe a long time, the sky gradually moved towards dusk.The Hogwarts Express had already sailed to the highlands, and at this time they were speeding along the vast fields and pastures. The cattle and sheep everywhere had become accustomed to the rumbling steel monsters, and continued to gnaw their heads down on the juicy grass in the setting sun.

"Look, George." Fred suddenly poked him, motioning to look across.

"What? Oh—" George's voice dropped rapidly.

On the opposite side of the box, Cassandra fell into a deep sleep at some point, and her textbooks fell on the floor.Her satiny blonde curls made her face look even smaller.

When the haughty face is gone, Cassandra looks like a delicate and fragile classical oil painting, the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, and the porcelain-white cheeks make people want to protect her from the bottom of their hearts. , The urge to hide this scene from others.

In short, after reacting, Fred had already covered the girl with his large school robe, picked up the textbook that fell on the floor, and closed it gently without pressing a single page.

George waved his wand, and the curtains were quickly closed, so that the afterglow of the setting sun was also blocked from this quiet box.

"I actually think she's cute when she's asleep. Am I crazy?"

"Unfortunately, I thought so too."

Someone's voice came from the darkness.

The author has something to say:

Last night, I read an ADHP masterpiece and cried until midnight, and as expected, I had a fever again.

Stop tomorrow, sorry everyone.

感谢在2021-10-2723:55:31~2021-10-2822:41:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: every day near the big tree, 349081951;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles; I don't know 1 bottle;

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