[HP] Missy and Mischief

Both of them saluted each other reluctantly, and almost as soon as they took seven steps and turned around, Cassandra felt a sense of danger and quickly dodged to the side, only to escape the dazzling red light from Moody's wand .

She exhaled lightly.This sense of oppression from an adult wizard is completely unmatched by students.

Whenever Cassandra tried to raise her wand to gather a thundercloud, Moody would strike her casting hand with a spell so fluidly and quickly that she could never complete the spell and had to be drawn into Moody's in the fighting rhythm.

He even launched an attack spell while interrupting Cassandra's spellcasting, so that Cassandra had to dodge with the keenest fighting awareness, and she had lost her initial calm and calm.A spell emitting black light flew past her temples, cutting off a few strands of golden hair.

All this happened in an instant, and Moody's black eye even showed a hint of mockery, as if to say: Is it just this level?Are Slytherin students just at this level now?

Cassandra's brow was dripping with sweat, and she didn't want to admit defeat.After saving herself from danger several times in a row, she began to try to fight back, not the thunder cloud that took a while to chant, but the faster... black magic.

The spells of the two cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking the wind.But the power of Moody's spell is gradually increasing. Even though Cassandra keeps changing the position of her feet, it is still difficult to avoid it, which makes her more and more stressed.

Is this the strength of the Auror... It seems that the Ministry of Magic is not all trash.

At this time, the hall was full of dueling students and professors, and no one noticed this corner.But if someone observes carefully, they will find that their spells have already surpassed the level of sixth graders, becoming more and more dangerous and bloody.

Of course, a duel is not just about throwing spells with a wand. Ability power, mana consumption, timing of casting spells, combat awareness...the fusion of all the tricks is the key to victory.

A spell emitting an ominous black glow crossed half the field, almost easily passed through Cassandra's Iron Armor Curse, and hit her left wrist.

She suddenly felt a piercing pain, and she had to fight back to keep herself from screaming in pain.

This is definitely a black magic that enhances pain——

Is this the same Auror as Millicent Barnold was Minister for Magic?She was allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse to attack Death Eaters, and she was free to add black magic features to spells such as the Cutting Curse and the Slashing Curse. This was completely beyond Cassandra's expectations.

Before the black blood from the wound drenched the glove, Cassandra yelled "Shenfengwusha", this equally aggressive black magic that required a specific counter-curse was narrowly avoided by Moody.

He obviously didn't expect that the student would also be able to wield powerful black magic.Although the spell did not hit him, it shattered the wine bottle that he never left. In the broken glass all over the floor, viscous, bubbling liquid flowed all over the floor.

He didn't care about resisting Cassandra's next spell, and used "recovery" on the wine bottle as quickly as possible, which also caused Moody to be pushed off the stage neatly by her "faintly".

something is wrong with him...

Cassandra's heart was ringing with alarms. Clutching her bleeding wrist, she stumbled out of the lobby of the west building and went to the dean's office.

………………

With a gloomy face, Professor Snape pointed the tip of his wand at Cassandra's swollen wrist, repeating counter-spells and recovery spells in his mouth. As the wand moved slowly, the color of the wound gradually became normal , slowly healed in the green sap.

Thanks Motra Rat Juice.

She found the dean immediately, and soaked the wound in a pot of green juice, and the piercing pain was relieved immediately.

In the quiet office, Snape said in his recognizable deep voice: "Explain how you were injured. Has the Dueling Club changed its name to the Black Magic Club?"

"...Whether you believe it or not, Dean. The thing is exactly as I said, Moody used black magic on me in the duel, and then I was hit, and I had to hit him back with the magic sword-"

"How dare you?!" Professor Snape said through his teeth. "How dare you attack a former Auror with the spell I taught you?"

"That's not the point, Professor!" Cassandra retorted eagerly, she wanted to tell her findings, but was blocked by Professor Snape's urgent and fast words, which almost sounded like a poisonous snake whispering "hiss." hiss".

"That's the point! You don't understand what it means to fight him!" He stared hard at Cassandra with dark eyes. "Using black magic against the professor at school, I'm sure your parents are going to be in big... trouble ...there's just been a dangerous goods search at the Ministry of Magic, and you'd like to have one at Selwyn Manor, don't you?"

"Oh, I forgot, you don't care about your parents at all," Snape said in a low voice, almost inaudible, "and you don't care if your poor professor is caught instructing students dark magic……"

"He may not be Moody, Professor." Cassandra couldn't bear this sharp accusation, and she expressed her doubts in one breath: "Shenfeng Wuying hit the wine bottle that he never left, and the inside A viscous, bubbling fluid came out! And who would stop attacking in the middle of a duel and prioritize a broken wine bottle? There must be something darker in there."

Snape stared at her silently, as if to judge the truth of the words.

After a moment, the tense confrontation was broken by him.The Potions Professor averted his empty eyes, and reluctantly said, "I will tell Headmaster Dumbledore your guess. You stay here and finish grading that pile of homework."

"But I fell under a black spell...?" Cassandra looked at Snape in disbelief, unable to believe his coldness.

"So I gave you expensive recovery potions and painkilling Motra rat juice," Snape snorted mockingly, and opened the door of the office, "Unless you lose both hands, I will consider Exempt you from subsequent labor service. A dueling champion is nothing to me, Wolflin."

The office door slammed shut.

Cassandra looked angrily at the silver snake relief on the door, and finally pulled over the pile of parchment on the table, resigned to her fate, and started grading homework with her good hand.

This pile of parchment is from fourth grade students for a thesis on the medicinal properties of moonstone.She saw many familiar names: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Michael Kona, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson...

And each student's dissertation is obviously as personal as they are.

For little wizards from pure-blood families like Pansy and Draco, even the parchment is a special printed and thickened version, and even the ink is scented. Cassandra silently gave each of them an O, which is very well written anyway. Seriously, no basic mistakes; Hermione's homework is very rigorous, from arguments to arguments, and even grammar and writing are impeccable, Cassandra circled a big and round O...

Crabbe and Goyle were obviously messing with homework, full of nonsense, she realized that this must have come from the product of the Weasley brothers' "automatic quill", pinched her nose and typed "A"; Potter and Wei Sly wasn't paying attention either, their thesis was a replica of Granger, and Cassandra mercilessly gave a sharp "P".

By the end of the change, she had already started to feel a little irritable.

Merlin, if the price of being the Head of Slytherin is being tortured day in and day out by these assignments for decades, that's fine.Cassandra even secretly sympathized with Professor Snape. His irritable and mean temper is not without reason. I really hope that all students can have the opportunity to correct their homework and experience how it feels to deviate from the standard answer.

Snape hadn't come back yet, so she took out a piece of parchment from her pocket, and wrote "Are you still in the Dueling Club" with the ink in the office? This line stayed for a few seconds, and then It disappeared as if absorbed by the paper.

It was also one of Fred and George's inventions.It is said that the inspiration came from a black magic item that their sister got in the first grade, which can be used to communicate, which is equivalent to a simple version of the double-sided mirror.The written ink does not disappear out of thin air, but will appear on the parchment held by the other party, and then copied to another book, which will be faithfully recorded.

Cassandra only carried the interrogation parchment with her, and she kept the thick book that recorded the chat in the cabinet at the end of the bed.

Soon, a string of characters appeared on the parchment.

"Oh, it's gone. You left too early. You didn't see how I defeated Montague. He actually wanted to rush to melee and was taken away by my stun spell——G"

Cassandra quickly wrote: You should reflect on yourself if you can't beat Montague.

And another handwriting that was exactly the same quickly appeared on the parchment, but it was bigger and more ostentatious: "Then I had a fight with him. Alas, this is not good about twins. They think exactly the same thing as each other. It was a lot of fun to explode all the dung eggs together - ah, but Percy and Professor McGonagall were not too happy, and we were both asked out. - F"

Cassandra:  …

She was glad that she left the venue early and missed the stench perfectly.

"I don't think it's okay for Percy to hit his head, otherwise he wouldn't have boasted in front of Penello that he could 'solve this little trouble easily'. The special enhanced version of dung eggs can't be easily eliminated by cleaning, haha— —G”

Cassandra: It is no surprise that you are permanently banned from the Dueling Club.

"But I haven't had time to fight you, it's not fair! We can sneak there in the middle of the night, Wednesday is fine, everyone has finished Hogsmeade, and there is no time for the night tour—F"

Cassandra only had time to write "Fine" on the paper when she heard the sound of the office door being pushed open.She quickly crumpled the parchment and stuffed it into her pocket, pretending that she was carefully sorting out the homework that had been corrected.

"What's the matter, professor?" she said anxiously.

"Moody said he'd rather prepare his own drink anytime, because it's so easy for a dark wizard to poison an unattended cup*," said Snape noncommittally.

"What's in that bottle?"

Snape: "It's a painkiller. He claims he doesn't want anyone to find him with an old wound. I did detect a hint of Polyjuice Potion, but that's not enough evidence for an accusation...Dumbledore said he'd be more careful."

Cassandra raised her wet left hand, "Could it be--is this the end of the dark arts?"

"He didn't say a word about you attacking each other with the Dark Arts, and you've kept it to yourself," Snape warned. Get a howler letter from an owl in the Great Hall, I promise."

He drove her out of the office, and sat in a large armchair, meditating.

The author has something to say:

① Barty Crouch Jr. is the most intelligent, powerful and handsome of all Death Eaters, unlike Wormtail, a tool man who dies casually;

②Draco used black magic in the second grade, and it is defaulted here that Snape will teach some black magic to his preferred students, after all, he is really good at it.