[HP] Missy and Mischief

In fact, Cassandra's worries are completely unnecessary.In the next class when she was predicted to have a "major emotional change", Professor Trelawney issued a death notice to the famous savior.

Rumors and rumors spread throughout the school at an extremely fast speed, faster than that of Light Wheel 2001, and everyone who passed by Harry Potter would look at him with pity or horror.

On the afternoon of the same day, Cassandra's prophecy came true in a strange way, and she even felt that she might really have a bit of prophetic talent.

Draco was horribly attacked with a three-inch gash in his arm for failing to bow to a large monster in protection of the magical creature.Half the people in Slytherin went to the hospital wing to visit the young master (she guessed that except for the girls who really sympathized, most of the boys went to see the excitement, and were kicked out by Madam Pomfrey), Cassandra La is no exception.

She wrapped a bottle of concentrated white essence with a silver ribbon, and walked into the medical wing on the tail of the curfew.

Draco was whining, crossing his arms and saying his arm hurt like hell.

"You used this method to cheat a bunch of gifts?" Cassandra raised her long eyebrows.

After discovering the person coming, he quickly stopped his miserable behavior.

"I thought the noble Miss Wolflin wouldn't bother to visit her unfortunate student who was attacked." Draco said angrily.

"Don't be a fool," Cassandra tossed the present, which he swiftly caught with his uninjured hand. "You know, if we had the class first, I wouldn't show my weakness to an animal, let alone groveling to them and being attacked, the professor doing nothing...is there anything more absurd than that?"

"Couldn't agree more. I got Pansy to write my dad a letter, and he's going to tell Dumbledore to fire that stupid big man when he hears his poor son is bleeding all over the floor - he can't even lift a quill. "Draco's silver-gray pupils shone viciously.

Cassandra was noncommittal: "It's up to you, but if you insist on hanging your arms around your neck, I think I can finally enjoy one-on-one tutoring from Professor Snape in this week's Potions class."

She was delighted to see Malfoy's pale face flush, "You can't—Madam Pomfrey made me have to rest here for the night—"

"I can. It's nice that no one is robbing me of the cauldron in the Potions office." The corners of her lips curled up viciously, and she walked towards the common room in the basement.

………………

Cassandra did not respond to the invitation from the Weasley brothers.

Of course, she's not stupid, and a small effort deserves "a special gift"?She'd prefer that they prepared an innocuous prank surprise, the one with no surprise.

There is another reason that makes her embarrassed to say it, and that is...

She is not at all good at flying on a broomstick, and she doesn't like Quidditch rampage in the sky.

Since the first flying lesson in the first grade, she has insisted on flying to a certain height, and then hovering in the air without moving. Isn't this very reasonable!After Ms. Hooch corrected her and failed for half a semester, she let her go.

Cassandra also managed to only take the flight lesson assessment seriously at the end of the term.

"Well...that's a girl's privilege."

Grade [-] students are facing the pressure of OWLs. The professors are not stingy with assigning twice as much homework as before, so in the busy class and self-study, September is like a ruby ​​in the Gryffindor scoring machine Sliding away as quickly.

During the period, there were also incidents such as Professor Lupine persecuting Professor Snape to make him dress up in women's clothing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the fugitive criminal Black suspected of breaking into the Gryffindor dormitory, etc., but these things are for some simple-minded students. None - Quidditch games mattered.

This refers specifically to Marcus Flint.

Since the beginning of term, there have been few sunny days in the Scottish Highlands. It is not easy to get up early in this cold weather, so when Cassandra walked into the Great Hall, she was not surprised to see Marcus.

"Storm, it's great not to have to play Gryffindor!" Marcus said with a gruff laugh, slapping Draco with his big hand, "thanks to our Seeker , Gryffindor has to play Hufflepuff. 'Can't play due to injury', can there be a more reasonable reason than that? Hahahaha!"

"So you're still going to the game? In this weather?" Cassandra looked at the Slytherin team in disbelief.

"Of course. No matter which side loses, it's worth celebrating." Marcus stuffed a bratwurst into his mouth and chewed hard (like biting into the flesh of his old rival Wood), and then smeared his mouth oily.

"This is our team...it's so unmannered..." Betty looked annoyed and thankful, and she didn't know why she was angry. She followed the team and walked out of the auditorium, facing the cold heavy rain and the rumbling noise outside. thunder.

Cassandra pursed her lips.Betty didn't even ask if she wanted to go together... Although the answer is always no, at least give her a chance to say no.

She originally wanted to go to the library to polish her herbal medicine papers, but when she reached the fourth floor, something happened, she stopped, turned around and walked to the castle turret.There is a small window there, which is the closest part of the castle to the Quidditch pitch, from which the entire pitch can be clearly seen.

The corridor was extremely dark, and there were more torches lit than usual, but it was of no benefit to keep out the cold. She wrapped her school uniform and robe tightly, and looked at the field with wide green eyes.The premonition told her that she should watch this Quidditch game, but what exactly was she watching...

Uh, the big and tall captain who watched Gryffindor was so excited that he was about to cry?Or the handsome, smiling Seeker at Hufflepuff?His name seems to be Cedric...

Fourteen villains in scarlet robes and pale yellow robes ascended to the sky, Cassandra narrowed her eyes, it was difficult for her to see each of their faces clearly now, she could only speculate on their actions based on their movements. s position.

Objectively speaking, it is too difficult to find the walnut-sized and extremely fast golden snitch in such bad weather.This is destined to be a very time-consuming game, both sides are drenched, facing each other through a thick rain curtain.

The players shuttled in the cold wind like a blade, as small as ants, and the Quaffle and Bludger were even smaller, swishing around and messing up the scene even more.

Rumbling thunder came from the depths of the clouds, and zigzag lightning pierced the gloomy sky. Cassandra felt her hands trembling slightly. She wanted to take off her white gloves and welcome the The thunder and lightning are coming, but she can't—please, hurry up and divert her attention, she really can't restrain herself.

Miracles do happen.

A figure in a bright red jersey glanced at Cassandra as the academy players whizzed to and from her turret (even on a rainy day her golden hair was evident ), after realizing something, she stopped abruptly, turned her head at an angle that could break her neck, fumbled for something from the pocket of her robe, and swiftly hit the window where she was with a bat.

"Gryffindor seems to be a bit careless with a 50-point lead," Jordan grabbed the microphone and explained the game super loudly: "Hey, George, an invalid shot, are you hitting the air bro— Oops, Hufflepuff snatched the Quaffle, Oops - well done, Arya got it back, we're still in Gryffindor, nice!"

Cassandra had turned away long ago, hiding her dazzling blond hair in the shadows of the torches by the window.

She felt something move in her palm.

Carefully opening her closed hands, she saw a golden flower bud in her palm, which was extraordinarily delicate because of the rain. The layers of petals slowly opened with her gaze, and the golden petals lifted up, exquisite and translucent. The flowers will open.

She recognizes this.The queen of flowers in the tea family... a very rare camellia, the flower language is lovely.Stretched, slightly trembling flowers opened in her palm, and a bunch of fluorescent pollen circled and fell around Cassandra as the stamens opened, dyeing her body with the sweet fragrance of honey.

"Hmph...although it's fake, but...it's barely worthy of me." Cassandra looked around with critical eyes, but very gently sandwiched the flower in her favorite herbal medicine textbook the first page of .

I don't know how Weasley did it, but the rich aroma has never dissipated, so Cassandra also maintained a good mood all day, even if "Dementors attacked the Quidditch pitch, Gran Fendo left the field in a disastrous defeat with tears in his eyes."

When she returned to the dormitory at night, Betty was still muttering something.

"We shouldn't be racing in this kind of weather... It's terrible. A bunch of dementors suddenly floated in the place where the crowd gathered, and Potter fell from fifty feet. Wood cried for half an hour in the rainstorm , Hufflepuff said there was a rematch, but he didn't want to... Who knows what the stupid lions are thinking..."

"I didn't know you paid so much attention to the Gryffindor team." Cassandra said lightly, turning Betty so angry that she ignored her.

In fact, her thoughts had already flown far, far away.

She remembered George Weasley throwing all his hair back in the rainstorm, revealing his smooth forehead and straight nose, his amazingly bright blue eyes, and what he said when he gave her the magic trick , but the voice in the rainstorm is not clear enough, what did he say?

With all kinds of complicated thoughts, Cassandra fell into a dark and sweet dream.

But one thing is for sure, Gemini can be very likable if they want to...

The author has something to say:

Sister Ka's personality includes: cunning, confident, smart, cruel and mean, and hates flying lessons.

感谢在2021-10-1300:22:14~2021-10-1422:22:39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 mine: 1 night god;

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