[HP] Missy and Mischief

Maybe the dean is right, she couldn't accuse Moody in public (since she also used black magic to fight back), and the matter of Draco's transformation into a ferret is over-when you face The Ministry of Magic backstage was of little use when his enemy was a crazed, eccentric ex-Auror, except to hope that the curse of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher fell on him once a year.

And the days passed as usual, winter was getting closer, and the temperature in Slytherin's common room at the bottom of the lake didn't get any warmer, but the crackling of firewood and the gentle sloshing of water at the bottom of the lake made people feel dizzy sleep.

Looking out from the window glass of the lounge, the lake water close to the sky shows a clear and light green, while the color near the bottom of the lake tends to be dark and dark. From time to time, fish schools approach the window because of their instinct for light, and they are surprised by the conversations of the students Walk.

"You've been so busy lately that you can't see anyone," Betty said, wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, and leaning lazily on the sofa, "but the library couldn't find you, where did you go?"

Cassandra stopped looking in the mirror uncomfortably, and explained: "The library has been very noisy recently, Viktor Krum has to sit there for most of the day every day, a bunch of brainless admirers I also followed, and now it is more lively than the stadium."

"Don't change the subject, Kai'Sa. You know what I want to ask is not the whereabouts of the big star Krum, but yours—who are you dating?"

Cassius, who was dozing off with his eyes closed, quietly pricked up his ears. Adrian Puse, who was discussing with Montague about the Quidditch World Cup Lunski's feints, also lowered his voice, intentionally or unintentionally listening to the secret topic of the two witches. .

"..." It's hard to say, what else is she doing with two boys this semester besides dating, but the reason of "developing prank props together" sounds more false than a lie, Cassandra can only Choose silence.

In Betty's eyes, if she didn't refute, she acquiesced.

Not only did she not stop the topic without satisfying her curiosity, but she made an inch of it and approached Cassandra, put the hot tea in her hand aside, and asked enthusiastically, "Are you from another academy? Some people say that you often go to Running on the roof, could it be someone lucky in Ravenclaw?"

"Please, don't be that Terry Boot, he won't fall in love with you after being defeated by you?" Cassius couldn't help interjecting.

Cassandra moved back, almost sinking into the soft sofa, keeping herself away from the tip of Betty's nose, and retorted angrily: "What does it have to do with Boot! Compared with those fools who think they are smart, I'd rather go on a date with Diggory—"

Betty looked at her in astonishment, and straightened her forward body.Not far away, Terrence pressed the tip of the quill pen expressionlessly.The common room fell into a brief silence, only the sound of gasping one after another, and then there was a burst of exclamations and discussions——

"You like Cedric Diggory?!"

"What's so good about that little boy, Cassandra, it's kind of frivolous if I ask you—"

"A Hufflepuff? Are you serious!"

Cassandra stood up quickly, tapped the teacup with Betty's teaspoon, and made a crisp sound, signaling everyone to stop their bizarre guesses: "I'm just making an analogy! Use your pitifully small heads... No, I don't want to talk to fools."

She went to the classroom angrily.

………………

However, the fastest thing in the world is always a rumor.

"Slytherin's prettiest witch has a crush on a Hufflepuff warrior," the word spread among the students like growing legs on Wednesday morning.

What, today is Hogsmeade Day?

Wouldn't that be more convenient for rumors to spread? In Mrs. Puddife's teahouse, in the Three Broomsticks tavern, on the way to the wizard village, an extra source of conversation will always make the atmosphere more lively, even if the protagonists are not actually Familiar, even haughty, Cassandra never kept close contact with anyone.

Cassandra has never been more aware of the dangers of indiscretion.When she walked through the corridors from the classroom with the book in her arms as usual, there would always be some Hufflepuff girls looking at her with sympathy and jealousy, and then gathered together to whisper, as if she had a crush on the same person as the pretty witch Give them a sense of accomplishment.

Some Slytherin idiots also listened to the rumors and mustered up the courage to walk up to her and hand over a love letter, emphasizing that they were "better than greasy Digory" for her.When Cassandra told them to fuck off, the big goofs would walk away distraught - as if they'd have a chance without Digory!

Compared with these, what makes Cassandra even more unbearable is that when going to the duel appointment, Fred even asks her if she is really interested in "that butter boy".

"Are you infected by those fools?" Cassandra rolled her eyes vigorously towards the corridor ceiling, "Whether I have time to date Diggory, you are the ones who know best, don't you!"

In front of the white steaming cauldron in the stash house...while writing and chatting on the parchment on the desk...while childishly fighting each other with fake wands...even as now, ghosts walk In the halls of Hogwarts at night, the two red-haired boys were always by her side.When a habit becomes natural, it is really a terrible thing.

"Ah, yes." Fred mumbled unconsciously, and the fluorescent light on the tip of his wand flickered along with his words.He leaned to the side, shielding Cassandra from most of the cold night wind blowing in from the window, and his broad shoulders did the job well.

"Why are you alone?"

"Two versus one isn't fair, is it?" Fred shrugged, "and really, I'm probably a little bit better at dueling—"

Cassandra couldn't deny it, wrapped her sable cloak tightly, and complained in a low voice that she should have taken the pygmy puffs with her before leaving the cellar, and although the fireplace in the lounge was not warm enough, it was better than walking through the castle. A journey needs to be comfortable...

After the eldest lady slandered all the way sincerely, they walked through the gray night, pushed open the door of the banquet hall in the west building, and slipped in through a crack.

Thanks to Merlin, Professor McGonagall did not really impose a ban on the two brothers, but only verbal orders.

The late-night duel club was not the same place as what Cassandra saw that day. When the torch was extinguished, the golden statue of the goddess of victory lost its brilliance, and everything was shrouded in moonlight, casting a hazy dark tone.

Through the moonlight shining through the window, some dust can be seen floating slowly, as if time has stopped here, and they are uninvited guests who broke into Sleeping Beauty's Castle.

——In the huge hall, there are only the two of them here, stepping gently up to the duel ring, the echo of their footsteps reverberates in the empty space.

It's really... very freeing.

Cassandra glanced back at Fred, and in those bright blue eyes she found the same contented smile as her own.

"Your Majesty, please allow the temporarily unknown warrior to challenge you... Would you like to duel with me?" Fred pretended to jump onto the dueling platform, bowed to her, and drew his wand like a long sword A sword flower, "Draw your wand quickly, or don't blame me for being ruthless, and my sword will come to your ears. *"

Cassandra glanced at him wide-eyed in surprise, and said with an air of grace, "I accept... the Weasley Knight. The duel moon sanctifies your sanctity, and makes you well-deserved to receive your well-deserved A great title and well deserved.*”

They drew their wands, walked towards each other across the deserted arena, took seven steps, then turned—

"Disarm you!" Cassandra took the lead, and a dazzling red light crossed the half court, but this trick learned from Percy Weasley failed, and Fred's figure was distorted a second before , let out a soft "snap", and then appeared in another place in the next second, and what the disarming spell hit was only his afterimage.

"Apparate?!" Cassandra said disapprovingly. "Weasley, you Apparate without a license—and why did you learn this in advance?"

Her piercing voice echoed in the dueling hall.

"Why can't you learn it in advance? I know you've read all the seventh grade textbooks." Fred asked back of course, "Thanks Padfoot, oh, I mean Sirius, he took time out to teach us this at the World Cup , I have to say, it's really useful!"

"Blake again? Didn't he use his brain three years after graduation?" Cassandra blocked the stun spell from the tip of Fred's staff in the gap between her words, and she found that the person opposite was clearly Unusually gifted at dueling - even more so than their elder brother.

"Anyway, Apparition is really useful in a duel." Fred grinned, showing a smug smile, "Be careful next time, Cassandra."

He flicked his wand violently, uttering a silent binding spell.The golden magic rope flew towards the opposite side like a thin snake, but Cassandra dodged it unfortunately.

Cassandra was inspired to be competitive, her pupils burning with the desire to win.After dodging the golden light rope, she summoned two spells-weather spell and flaming flames.

"Flocks of birds!" Fred had already prepared to counter-spell, close to the flames brushing against him, Apparated to Cassandra's side, and the shining golden birds hit her heavily, and she let out a He let out a muffled grunt, but at the same time, the lightning from the thunderstorm struck Fred hard, knocking him back a few steps.

Cassandra predicted his position in her mind. This is the rule she just discovered: Fred will not Apparate twice in a row. He must stop in the middle and take short breaths before he can apparate for the second time. Teleport.

Counting silently to three, she swung a powerful inflating spell, which landed on the spot where Fred was about to Apparate—but missed again, and he rolled sideways in embarrassment, dodging the inflating spell and the thundercloud. Within the range of the attack, he raised his hand and threw out two "clouds and mists", his figure was hidden inside and could not be seen.

"Damn out!" "Break to pieces!" "Disarm!" Cassandra swung spells at the cloud one after another, but none seemed to hit her opponent correctly.

The clouds and mist continued to pile up, and she began to feel a little restless.

Because once Cassandra started to move, she would have to wait for the thundercloud to follow her position before it could drop lightning, and it would be foolish to go in without knowing what Fred's trick was hiding in the cloud.

Constantly failing spells consume a lot of mana, and when Cassandra failed another confinement spell, she suddenly looked terrified. Fred apparated to the edge of the attack range of the weather spell, and there were flocks of birds again!

Without thinking about it, Cassandra raised her hand against the attack and released the lightning, trying to speed up the attack frequency - but in the next second, the lightning fell and split Fred's phantom.

He apparated behind her!

"Stop the curse."

A magic wand rested on Cassandra's fair neck, and the feeling of life-threatening made her heart beat faster, as if all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks.

What was even worse was that Fred was talking right behind her back, his warm breath passing through the gaps in the hair and spraying on the nape of her neck, heating that small piece of skin.

"...You're being careless, Cassandra. I've noticed long ago that the interval between thundercloud attack speeds is one second, enough to apparate me to get close to you in the center of the storm..."

Cassandra didn't hear what he was saying, she squeezed the wand against her with her gloved hand, and pulled forward, intending to drag Fred away from behind her.

But when she turned her head, something soft and cold suddenly brushed her lips, and the feeling disappeared in just a split second.

The author has something to say:

① Fred is saying the lines of "Romeo and Juliet" (I don't believe that there are British people who don't read Shakespeare); Cassandra retaliates and mocks him with Don Quixote's words;

②Fred is a real master of dueling and is proficient in silent spells. When transferring the "seven Potters", he was the only one who was surrounded by Death Eaters unscathed.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Carrot Beibei Beibei, Fox is not mature, Leaflet is not a plant, 1 piece of red pants;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles for Zhongye today; 5 bottles for Yelai; 3 bottles for bald sharks eating cakes and sexy potatoes for love; not as good as 1 bottle;

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