[HP] Missy and Mischief

The Christmas holiday has just passed, but winter has not yet left. Snow is falling on the roofs of every pointed hut in Hogsmeade Wizarding Village. People can't help but wrap their scarves tightly and have a cup of hot butterbeer.

"I know. Three butterbeers." Cassandra nodded, her pointy chin tucked into her woolen scarf.

"It would be even better if Ms. Rosmerta would sell you the Flame Whiskey." Fred and George said with a smile, waved their hands, and ran into Zuko's joke shop.

Zonko's Joke Shop is Hogsmeade's most popular shop with students, as it sells "many materials for pranks and juggling", catering to Fred and George's wildest whims.

But in view of the unsavory smell of the popular products in the store-dung eggs, burp candies and nose-biting teacups, Cassandra refused to go with them and chose to go to the Three Broomsticks bar alone and order a few drinks first , and then wait for them to join together.

The tavern wasn't as crowded as it usually was, having slipped out of the secret passage on a non-Hogsmeade day, and it was empty, with small tables full of customers in small groups.

Cassandra glanced around, but found no familiar classmates.Unexplainably relieved, she asked the owner, Ms. Rosmerta, to place an order for three glasses of butterbeer.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out in the corner by the bar. She frowned and found that it was Ludo Bagman, the referee of the Triwizard Tournament and the director of the Department of Magical Sports.He was with a group of goblins, who looked hostile, and folded their arms to watch Bagman speak quickly to explain something.

"I really don't understand your goblin talk... urgling at me doesn't help... well, the Ministry is not so easy to make money, and Bertha Jorkins is missing... the whole situation is messed up now... no I don't want to pay back the money, it's really... And you asked me about the whereabouts of old Barty Crouch, he claimed to be sick and didn't come to work for two weeks... I can't verify it?"

He was no longer wearing the bright yellow robes, as if afraid of being spotted, but his round face, flushed with anxiety, was just as noticeable.

Bagman looked desperate for someone to help him get rid of the goblin, and Fred and George showed up just at that moment.

They pushed open the door of the tavern with a lot of prank materials, a gust of cold wind came in through the crack of the door, and the goblins squinted at them with dissatisfied black eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman," said Fred cheerfully, "may we buy you a drink?"*

"By the way, let's talk about the opening?" George followed closely.

"Well...no need." Bagman gave a nervous but short laugh. He pretended to be familiar with them, turned his back to the goblins, gave each twin a warm hug, and then ran away quickly. .

"I've gotta go now, boys. Nice to see you, and pay back... next time."

He failed to fool the shrewd and greedy goblins, who jumped from their chairs hastily and ran out of the tavern after him.Fred and George also returned to Cassandra.

"Your Garen will definitely not come back," Cassandra said immediately after they sat down, "The price Bagman gambles around is that he owes a bad debt, and the goblins won't make it easy for him."

"Yeah, but we've learned at least one thing from him—that the house never loses. Harry said Bagman was always clinging to him and trying to cheat him, and Bagman must have weighed heavily on him." Note." Fred unloaded the Dr. Phillips fireworks stick in his arms to the table, took a big sip of beer in a relaxed manner, and had a white beard on his lips.

"If you are caught making a bet, I guarantee that Professor McGonagall will fire you," Cassandra said, with a strange expression. "So Potter accepted Bagman's help?"

"He hasn't, think of our savior higher, ma'am," said George. "Harry has solved the mystery of the golden egg."

Cassandra: "So what's the content of the second stage of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Underwater, that's all I can tell you," Fred said mysteriously.

"Krum jumps out of the ghost ship and goes swimming in the Black Lake every day for this reason," George chimed in.

"It would be great if we really played in Black Lake, and we can watch the game without even leaving the waiting room." Cassandra thought about it and said expectantly. "However, the news revealed by Bagman is indeed very strange. Crouch is seriously ill and has not been present at the Ministry of Magic for two weeks. No wonder he didn't come to the Christmas ball."

"Is there a possibility that Percy poisoned him?" Fred said with a smile, "He may have thought that if Crouch died, he would be the one to take over the post of director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation. "

"Aha, then please tell him that he doesn't have to think about it," Cassandra said sarcastically, "because my father's next promotion is the Department of International Magical Cooperation, if someone really expects Crouch to die , that should be him."

"Sounds like old Crouch is quite unpopular," said George.

"Disillusionment!" Cassandra stared at the door, and suddenly drew out her wand to aim at herself. In the next second, her body merged with the surrounding environment, making her invisible.

"What happened?" Fred asked blankly.

George also scanned around, and found that two people pushed open the door of the three broomsticks and came in.

One was a woman with blond curly hair in a banana-yellow gown, with long, dazzling pink nails, and bejeweled tortoiseshell glasses.The other man was probably a photographer, with a big belly, followed the woman step by step, and took a seat near them.

"Listen, she is that notorious reporter, Rita Skeeter... who is very good at digging out the secrets and scandals of big people, and occasionally she will deal with shocking scandals," Cassandra said in a faint voice To the twins, "I don't want to see a newspaper with my name on my parents' desk the next day, like 'Pure-Blood Family's Love, Desire, Mission' cluttered front page."

Both Fred and George understood what she was saying: to remain as invisible and silent as possible until the woman left the tavern.

George: "I have the impression. Fred, do you remember that she was named in yesterday's newspaper... "Dumbledore's Big Mistake", written about Hagrid's mother-like Friedwafa, a A giant. Said he was a large, fierce-looking man who liked to abuse his power."

"God, I thought Hagrid just drank half a dozen bone spirits when he was a child." Fred muttered in a low voice, "But the character is fierce? Is it cruel to drive us out of the Forbidden Forest ruthlessly?"

Cassandra said angrily, "Look, that's it. She likes [-]% truth and [-]% nonsense, so that people who don't know the situation believe it is true."

And Rita Skeeter is quickly explaining something to the photographer:

"Bozo, Bagman doesn't want to talk to us, it's not easy to deal with... He's so good at lying, he actually said that a large group of goblins following him were enjoying the winter scenery of Hogsmeade under his leadership, nonsense! Digging a little deeper, though... Ludo Bagman, the ex-head of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, is far more infamous than a half-blood giant at Hogwarts, isn't he? Old Crazy Dumbledore might be next. The unclear relationship with the school director Malfoy, the position of headmaster hidden under the money transaction—”

"What the hell could Malfoy have to do with Dumbledore?" Fred exclaimed in disbelief.

They turned their faces, and Rita Skeeter saw the speaker's fiery red hair and freckles, and the eyebrows raised above the tortoiseshell glasses.

"Two Weasleys?" She smiled, showing her big gold teeth that gleamed under her red lips. "Looks like you guys have a problem with my next topic? The students must know about Dumbledore." More, would you like to talk about it?"

"Thank you, thanks to you, the wizarding world already knew about the feud between the Malfoy family and our family four years ago, and we don't think we have anything to say to you." George said coldly.

Rita Skeeter's expression looked more excited. Obviously, she also recalled her past masterpiece - the head of the Malfoy family and the staff of the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley, had a big fight at the launch of Lockhart's new book , Is it the defense of pure blood glory, or the Ministry of Magic's sanctions against the old family?

She took out the shorthand quill from the crocodile leather handbag, put it on the tip of her tongue and sucked the tip of the pen with pleasure, and said, "Excellent. Would you like to tell me about you as Weasley children, yes What do you think about this? The love of money for poor families? Is your unconditional support for the headmaster because he provides extra funding? I have long said that Dumbledore has some unusual feelings for little boys-"

...Rita, the vile, disgusting bitch.

Cassandra thought to herself, she tried her best to stay still, and poked Fred hard, signaling them to leave quickly, her magic power could not maintain her invisibility for too long.

"What are you talking about? About how you, a disgusting cow, regurgitated facts countless times and turned them into rumors?" Fred's blue eyes met Rita's, and the same indifferent and fierce eyes intertwined. The idea of ​​stuffing Rita into a black lake to feed the octopuses.

"You'll regret it," Rita Skeeter said grimly. "I've got a lot of facts about Albus Dumbledore here, and they're dark enough to ooze pus without artifice...  What do you silly little boys know?"

The three of them left.Cassandra practically pushed Fred and George out of the Three Broomsticks, behind them Rita Skeeter scribbling on parchment with triumphant ferocity, the shorthand quill It's about to fly.

………………

They walked all the way through the secret passage from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, Fred and George had gloomy expressions, "You shouldn't have stopped us, Cassandra. The most suitable place for those dungs ​​just now is that woman head!"

"I'm sure, both of your names will appear in the Daily Prophet tomorrow." Cassandra also looked annoyed, but her mind was racing. Come to school with the newspaper... Wait, you go back to the dormitory first, I have other things to do."

She seemed to be attracted by someone, left them, and walked through the castle towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"She's wrong, Mama'll just let the Howler come with the newspaper," Fred said to George, shrugging.

"We'll always find a way to deal with Skeeter."

The author has something to say:

If you are interested in Rita's nonsense, you can bookmark another column "Rita Skeeter Correspondence Collection", which will probably be opened as soon as it is finished, or opened at any time when inspired.

感谢在2021-11-1901:04:40~2021-11-2118:01:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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