[HP] Missy and Mischief

At the breakfast table the next day, Cassandra had put away those "shouldn't exist" emotions, poured pumpkin juice into a goblet with a cold expression and pointed chin.

She turned back into that arrogant and proud witch again.

"I really don't understand how you can move so fast! Draco, you made sure to dance with Pansy before class was over, and Daphne said she agreed to dance with Theodore...even Cassius! You You are usually like a sloth, but at this time, you are extremely active and asked out that beautiful girl from Beauxbatons—" Betty complained in a drawn-out voice with her hands on her face.

"Durmstrang has a whole boatload of men waiting for you. If it's not possible, there are Blaise and Terrence to consider." Cassandra illuminated with the reflection of the silver table knife, convinced that her every day With one eyelash securely in place, he chopped the bacon into powder with the viciousness of cutting someone's flesh.

Betty lacked interest: "Who wants to dance with my brother. As for Blaise, I suspect that after he puts on a suit, I will never find my dance partner after dark..."

"Hey, don't attack me personally," Blaise Zabini, who was sitting diagonally across from them, protested, "And you are not on the list of twelve candidates for witch invitations I made, Miss Higgs—hey!"

He was flapped by an owl that flew crookedly.

Immediately afterwards, more and more owls flew to the dining table with letters and packages, knocked over the pumpkin juice on the table with the warm feather smell, and scratched the hair of the students.

Amidst the chaos, Cassandra took down a package and a letter that belonged to her.

The package is small, but it's not light at all. When you shake it slightly, you can hear the rubbing sound of the gauze fabric and the carton, and the rattling sound of broken diamonds and sequins.Unsurprisingly, Gabi's handwriting is on the box, although there is not even an inscription——

"There are twelve dresses in total, enough for Cinderella to transform into twelve nights. Follow your heart and your aesthetics, and wear them to conquer the prince, baby Kaisha. - ps I asked Arman to compress the dress into I bought a small box, so it's best not to open it at the dinner table."

Cassandra's gloomy mood finally improved a little. Gabi seemed to be a little more magical than her witch. She always knew when to send the most needed help to others.But this good mood disappeared as quickly as a sunny day in England when another letter was sealed with the seal of Wolflin's family crest.

The letter was from her father, Herbert Wolflin.Except for the sealing seal which was so bright red that it could almost burn her eyes, the envelope was clean and there was nothing.And after taking it apart, the content inside is also so simple that it is outrageous, just like that cruel man, who can only speak in an imperative tone, like a tyrant.

"You understand what the last prom before graduation means.

Find a pureblood Slytherin to join, and don't disappoint me.

——HAW”

mean what?Don't let anyone down?Cassandra felt that the pumpkin juice she drank for breakfast seemed to be regurgitating into her throat again, and it couldn't go up or down, which made her uncomfortable.

This is her dear father's highest hope for her: as long as her academic performance is acceptable, her top priority is to find a pure-blood engagement with a prominent family before graduation.

How ironic, Cassandra thought, to despise her parentage and discriminate against her non-magic brother, yet try to "re-purify" her bloodline through marriage.He never cared about what was going on in her mind, and only when needed would he let the owl send a letter lightly, as if she was just an obedient pawn, not the most outstanding witch in Slytherin.

She had no doubt that if her grandfather hadn't strongly stopped her back then, her father might have followed in the footsteps of the Dark Lord, kneeling on the ground and kissing the corner of his robe...

Fortunately, there are many people more miserable than Cassandra.At the Gryffindor table, Ron and his two brothers each received a dress - if that could be called a dress at all.

The three dresses seem to have been dug out by Molly from an old wooden box that has been pressed for an unknown amount of time. The velvet fabric is as crumpled as a rotten vegetable leaf, and there are some inconspicuous plaques (not obvious compared to that In terms of the musty smell that cannot be ignored).

The necklines of the gowns were intricately ruffled lace, which was popular about half a century ago, but now it just makes them look more like grandma's curtains.

Ron looked like he had been punched by someone. He smiled wryly and said, "Ha, now I'm glad Fleur didn't agree to my invitation, otherwise I really don't know how to wear this thing to the dance."

Harry didn't know how to comment on the fact that he was hot-blooded and the invitation failed... He could only say that the lesson he learned from this incident was that he wisely gave up inviting that beautiful Chinese Ravenclaw.

"Maybe you should learn to earn your own money, my little brother. You can't always count on your mother to get you a decent enough suit—" George looked at Ron sympathetically, without laughing at him for the first time.

"You bought a new dress?" said Ron darkly, trying to fill his aching heart with drumstick after drumstick.

"Yeah," Fred said with a sigh, "who would have thought two months ago that the money you earned couldn't be spent first which meant you couldn't afford a brand new gown—"

He stopped suddenly in the middle of his words, and Ron followed his gaze, and soon found that the focus of everyone's eyes was on Slytherin's long table.

The only gentleman on the Slytherin Quidditch team, the former seeker who never fouled maliciously, and was selected as the top ten most handsome boys in Hogwarts... the sixth grader who is always polite to everyone Higgs, under everyone's gaze, walked around half of the long Slytherin table and stood in front of Cassandra.

"Oh, he didn't mean to..." Astoria murmured dreamily, shaking Daphne's arm next to her.

Most of the people in Slytherin also stopped unpacking and reading letters, watching the upcoming romantic melodrama with gossip spirit.

Terrence looked well-groomed, his silver-green tie neatly tied, his amber eyes sincere and clear.He even waited gentlemanly for Cassandra to slowly put down the napkin, turned around and started a smooth and complete set of invitation etiquette——

She walked up to Cassandra in a dignified and courteous manner, bent her right arm forward and stretched out her hand, with her palm facing up, and put her left hand behind her waist, and said in a clear and firm voice: "Miss Wolflin, forgive me, Do I have the honor of inviting you to the Christmas ball as my partner?"

The auditorium suddenly fell silent, and everyone seemed to have been pressed the pause button, holding their breath and waiting for the next development of the plot.

Beside the long Slytherin table, Betty looked at them with an expectant expression, wishing to agree to her brother's invitation for Cassandra, so that he could fulfill his long-cherished wish; Draco raised his eyebrows, looking unbelievable that someone snatched Some boys were regretting that they knew they could still do this in the auditorium. It seemed that the success rate of the invitation was so high that they completely forgot how embarrassing it would be if they were rejected.

Cassandra looked at Terence in front of her, and noticed his anxious eyes, slightly sweaty forehead and trembling hands.She forced herself not to look at the Gryffindor table in plain sight, and stared at the floor with indifferent green eyes.

"I……"

At this moment, it was as if five hundred mandrakes were screaming in unison in her brain, causing her a splitting headache, and it seemed that only a thousandth of a second had passed, and all the sounds disappeared without a trace. That leaves her father's "With the Pure-Bloods" and Fred's "Will you come to the dance with me" echoing alternately.

So, do as they wish.Cassandra's mouth twitched into a mocking smile, and she placed her gloved hand arrogantly on Terrence's palm, as light as a snowflake.

She heard her own cold voice echoing in the auditorium.

"I am willing."

The author has something to say:

Chapter 22 mentions that Fred promised George to use the first money he earned, so only George bought the new dress.There is also a part of the reason for this, Fred directly gave up inviting Cassandra.

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