[HP] Missy and Mischief

The content of Moody's lecture spread like wind throughout the school, and almost everyone commented that he was "cool" or "knows how to fight black magic". After all, not all professors have the guts to teach the first class Show these little wizards the Unforgivable Curse.

There are also some students who, like Cassandra, expressed discomfort with Moody.For example, the Gryffindor know-it-all who opposed radical teaching-and Neville Longbottom, who was deeply hurt by the Cruciatus Curse.

Anyone who knew anything about the First Wizarding War knew how this spell destroyed an otherwise happy family, and witnessing it was torture for Longbottom.

From the end of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to the appointment in the middle of the night, Cassandra was in a good mood.

The corridors of the castle in the middle of the night are eerily quiet. When you pass by, only the portraits hanging on the walls will stare at you with blank eyes, and the good news is that they usually don’t talk to Filch or tell him anything. .

Listening to her own breathing and footsteps, Cassandra felt that her mind was in a mess, as if she had thought a lot, but at the same time she didn't seem to think about anything.

It wasn't until she saw the two familiar figures sneaking around the corner that she felt a sense of relief that she didn't realize.

"I swear no more than five people in the whole school know about this secret passage," Fred said proudly.

"It's an honor to have you as the new one," George said with a grimace.

The two of them guarded Cassandra in the middle, said to the stone statue of the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor, "Separate left and right!", and then squeezed into the secret passage.

"Spider webs?" Cassandra's voice was sharp in the dark, "I feel like a mouse is crawling over my shoe! I'm starting to regret following you to see the mouse hole - to be honest, you two are mole A rat Weasley?"

Fred lit the tip of his wand, illuminating a small patch of pitted and dusty stone wall around him, and pulled her around a corner.

"For secret ways, the requirements can't be that high."

George went on to say, "If you go straight, you'll be in front of the Honeydukes storeroom in Hogsmeade. But you turn a corner and there's a blocked intersection where we brew potions and other new inventions .The good news is that the explosion here will not be heard by anyone."

"To Hogsmeade?" Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "So you told Potter how to leave the school without permission?"

Fred and George said at once: "What left the school? That must have nothing to do with us."

Cassandra rolled her eyes at them and began to survey their little secret invention laboratory.It's very small here, of course, you can't have too high expectations for the end of a secret passage, can you?Surprisingly, there is no dust in this small space. It must have been used by them countless times to "clean up", and there is no cobweb or anything.

There are two abandoned old desks against the wall, and the place where one leg is missing is padded with old textbooks, maintaining a precarious balance.

The desks were littered with messy drawings and the remains of fireworks tubes, scrawled with Cassandra's familiar handwriting.There are a few crucibles in the corner of the desk, and there are even potions that are being boiled slowly at low temperature. Judging from the color and smell, they are probably palliatives and dreamless sleep potions.

"Professor Snape will be very pleased if you can make potions of this quality in the potions class." Cassandra said affirmatively after looking around.

"Look, she saw our great lab, and all she said was that old bats would appreciate our level." Fred shook his head in disbelief.

George made a heartbroken expression: "Maybe only the top ten in the grade are worthy to talk to the honorable Miss Cassandra."

Cassandra retorted angrily: "When did I say you are not worthy! You don't even know how much risk I took to come out to see your laboratory!"

"That bloody, rude lunatic Moody... who tortured Draco into a ferret in front of everyone in the hall this afternoon," Cassandra paused, "all the Slytherins Crazy, he's grossly provocative and it's not fair that Gryffindor got away with it."

Fred: "Ah, speaking of which—"

"Although we don't like that Malfoy with his nostrils in the sky, Moody did go too far. He shouldn't turn students into animals for punishment." George said calmly.

Cassandra glanced at them in surprise, "You guys would speak for Slytherin, I thought Gryffindor would applaud for that."

Fred said languidly, "There are some assholes in every college, but we've always been right about things and wrong about people. Maybe that's the key to commercial success."

Oh, that's something a normal Weasley twin would say.

Cassandra hesitated, and said, "I know a better place to do experiments, I mean, don't you think it's too cramped here? If there's an accidental explosion, you won't even be able to get out in time."

The hem of her white nightgown could almost touch George's hand holding the wand, and it was so cramped that there was no room for it.

"Take the things you are going to experiment with tonight, and follow me." Finally, Cassandra made a final decision, turned around and walked towards the way she came.

"Do you still think it's right to bring her here? I just said that the eldest lady will not endure great inventions and collisions of ideas here—" one of the twins said behind her.

"Come on, you obviously agree. How rare, she will take us to a secret room that we don't know!" Another muttered.

"Shut up, I haven't lost my hearing yet." The eldest lady said without looking back.

They climbed up the stairs from the fourth floor until they reached the eighth floor before stopping.Cassandra's black-cloaked figure stopped in front of a tapestry of the troll Bonda Bonaparte, and she turned her head and whispered, "You swear you will not tell anyone about this place! Including all the red-haired brothers Sisters—and Potter! It's a secret only a Slytherin prefect can know!"

Her bright green eyes looked at George and Fred.

Fred felt as if his heart stopped beating, and said foolishly, "What? Ah, oh, yes."

George nodded without thinking.

Cassandra smiled in satisfaction, then closed her astonishingly green eyes, and paced across the tapestry muttering: "I need a room to hide things...I need a room to hide things...I need a room to hide things... The hiding room..."

With her movement, a smooth wooden door appeared on the wall.

"Wow." The twins exclaimed in unison: "This is really... so magical."

The two of them also held the parchment of inspiration and a bundle of plain white quills in their hands.

Cassandra pushes open the door that mysteriously appears, and a huge mountain of trash appears before them (…).This magical house is littered with clutter—bloody axes, crooked cabinets, five-legged skeletons, mountains of old textbooks, empty sherry bottles and ugly plaster sculptures.

"What's the name of this room?" George said with interest, and took a broken crown off the statue of the wizard, broke it with his hands, and put it back in its place.

Fred looked around and kept admiring.

"We usually call it a 'hideroom'," Cassandra kicked away the empty wine bottle at her feet, and it rolled to the side. "Elves and students, and some professors will use it to hide things, very convenient."

She looked contemptuously at the empty sherry bottle, which she evidently recognized as evidence of Trelawney's alcoholism.

"It's also very good for experimenting, to be honest." Fred has quickly moved a table, swept away the items of other seniors, and placed their own inventions.

"Thank you, Cassandra, our goddess." George said with a smile.

Cassandra hummed softly, crossed her legs and sat on the same sofa in the Slytherin lounge that she transformed.

When George and Fred get to work, it's really, really charming—they'll ignore their surroundings and focus on the mischievous invention at hand.Sometimes they would argue quietly about what charms should be engraved on the quills, and then they would draw the fine golden charms with their wands, imprint them inside the tricks, and they would begin to work wonderfully.

Not to mention that when these two tall wizards are working hard, the expressions on their faces will change from the usual cynicism to deep and serious, which can be called sexy...

Cassandra watched almost fascinated.

Her brain even involuntarily recalled Diggory and Zhang caught in the abandoned bathroom last semester.What had she said then? "If it were me, I would never make out with my boyfriend in a dirty bathroom, as if there is only such a corner left in the whole of Britain."

And now, she followed the two Gryffindors, and after getting into the dusty secret passage, she made a "great invention" in a broken room where things were hidden——Merlin!

Cassandra felt a heat creep up her cheeks.

She didn't have a date in the middle of the night!Absolutely not!

Fred and George are putting the finishing touches on.

Of course, they were not stupid enough to invite picky young ladies to visit the studio. They had already prepared a semi-finished magic prop that was about to be completed, and they were just waiting to show her the final result.

Instead, out of Cassandra's hearing, the two of them were talking to each other in a top-secret way, a silent telepathy spell they had invented when they were thirteen.

Very profound, but tasteless.Because only twins who have a good understanding can use this spell, they bet that the entire wizarding world will not find ten pairs of people who meet the conditions.

Fred: "Hey George, I've got to be the one to show off the bullshit automatic quill this time, don't count your words!"

George: "Hell, when will I tell you—"

Fred: "You were the one who gave her the half-finished camellia last time! This time it should be my turn—"

George: "Come on, your heart is beating like you just won a Quidditch match, why are you nervous?"

Fred: "Come on, we're brothers, you can feel it, and I do too, don't act like you've never been in a room with a girl before!"

George: "Are Aunt Muriel and Ginny girls?"

Fred: "Anyway, it's mine this time, and you spend the money you earn first."

George: "...deal."

So after a conversation at the speed of light, Fred turned around, and said in a particularly proud voice: "Cassandra, please enjoy the honorable contribution of Mr. Fred—nonsense automatic quill! "

With an exaggerated bow, he handed the long white peacock quill to the fair-haired witch, who took it in mild surprise.

"Uh...nonsense? Then how should it be used?" Cassandra looked at the surprisingly long quill suspiciously, and took out the prefect's deduction record book from her pocket.

"Just read the topic you want to write to it, and it will automatically complete an article that looks reasonable but doesn't know anything about it." Fred said with a smile.

George sits calmly on the stool in the back, legs crossed, enjoying Fred's performance (…).

"Unlimited words?" Cassandra became interested.

"Of course, it will only stop if you tell it to stop."

Cassandra cast a skeptical glance at the red-haired brother, but pulled out a fresh parchment anyway, determined to be an obedient lab assistant.

She cleared her throat and read aloud the title of her History of Magic essay: "Giant Wars!"

The quill, which was full of ink, paused for a moment, and then quickly wrote beautiful and even letters on the paper—"Then, this fact is of great significance to me, and it also has a certain meaning to this world... And these Not entirely important, more importantly, generally speaking we have to face a very embarrassing fact, that is, we all know that as long as it makes sense, it must be carefully considered. But even so, the emergence of giant wars still represents It has a certain meaning. When facing this kind of problem, from this perspective, it is very, very important to solve the problem of giant war..."

"This is really... amazingly useful, for Professor Binns who has never looked at the length but not the content." Cassandra had to be honest.

She had planned to give the brothers a blow to their self-confidence, so that their magic tricks would be less - less disgusting.

"Very discerning."

"Look, our masterpiece has conquered the most difficult academy."

Fred and George sang together.

Cassandra couldn't help smiling.

Perhaps, this is where their magic lies... happy, relaxed and indomitable, this kind of emotion can infect everyone, until she forgets all the nightmares and the unpleasantness of the class.

"I think you can copy the spells and paste them on quills of different quality. It is best to use them with limited durability, so they will keep buying them back." Cassandra tried to pick up another plain white quill It was a pity that he failed to outline the spell. This rare wizard talent is not easily mastered by everyone.

"It's wicked, but it makes sense to me. Mark it, George."

"Our agreement does not include this, start over."

"By the way, you are Professor Snape's favorite student—"

"One of them, it must be able to help us make an aging potion, right?"

Two big boys squatted beside her, talking on the left and right.

Like a ghost, Cassandra nodded.

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