[HP] Missy and Mischief

Cassandra walked through the two oak gates, across the cold sunny lawn outside, and finally came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

She sees someone so familiar that she must leave Fred and George to meet him:

Beside the hunting lodge on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the huge Hagrid was talking with a gray-haired but hale and hearty old man.The old man was wearing a simple brown windbreaker with a brown vertical striped vest inside, which seemed to be a popular style many years ago, but Cassandra would not be picky about it, because she knew that this kind of attire was a magical animal A favorite of scientists—heat-resistant, bite-resistant, and stain-resistant.

The old man was looking at the snails raised by Hagrid with great interest, "Hagrid, they look... very distinctive, but you need to go to the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control of the Ministry of Magic to apply for a new set of procedures, otherwise they will will come to trouble you."

Hagrid grinned and rubbed his palms, obviously not paying attention to the second part of his sentence: "I knew there would be people who appreciate fried-tailed snails! Back then, fire crabs and scorpions It took me a lot of effort to match..."

"If they can survive independently in the wild in the future and don't destroy the ecological balance, I think I will consider adding fried-tailed snails to the latest version of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"Excellent, Mr. Scamander!" Hagrid said excitedly, and patted the old man's shoulder with his big palm-like hand, and he almost sank into the soft soil.

They chatted a little more afterward, and Hagrid gave him a warm goodbye hug before heading back to the house, leaving Newt alone along the Black Lake to enter Hogwarts Castle.

Seeing this, Cassandra stepped forward immediately: "Mr. Scamander!"

Newt's eyes moved from the tentacles of the giant squid dangling by the black lake to her. After thinking for a while, he said with certainty, "You're Miss Wolflin."

"Yes, we met about seven or eight years ago." Cassandra shook him with a gloved hand, and it was obvious that he didn't mind very much. "Cassandra Wolflin, sixth year at Hogwarts."

"Arman writes me about you a lot, Cassandra," Newt smiled mildly, "but I guess you're not a Hufflepuff?"

Cassandra: "I was assigned to Slytherin. However, this does not affect my inheritance of my grandfather's hobbies. Professor Sprout's herbalism is the course I am most interested in. She is the current Hufflepuff Odd dean."

She used a clever rhetoric to explain why she was in Slytherin, but this kind of trick of language might fool a young magibiologist, but not an old man who had read a thousand sails.

"There's nothing wrong with Slytherin. In fact, everything exists for a reason, and people are always afraid of unfamiliar colleges or magical creatures..." Newt said: "My brother's fiancée used to come from Slytherin." Lin, she's a nice person."

"Fiancee?" Cassandra repeated, puzzled.

Newt's eyes lit up with nostalgia: "Yes. It was a turbulent time, she lost her life in a fire at Lachaise Cemetery...but that was a long time ago. Maybe now Slytherin I am not very familiar with it, but I think that it is not possible to judge a person's character by virtue of the academy."

They talked and walked around the Black Lake unknowingly, "Speaking of which, how is Yarman doing now? I haven't been to France for a long time, where... well, I'm not very welcome to enter."

"He lived on Rue De Rivoli with his grandmother, and often used the Louvre as his back garden, and occasionally brought paintings home to enjoy, and sent them back after the Muggle Aurors went crazy in a hurry."

Newt chuckled. "Sounds as exciting as me and Tina raising magical creatures in Dorset."

"Oh, yes—I brought this with me, one can a year—" Newt reached into the pocket of his windbreaker, as if looking for something, and first he pulled out a teal Bowtruckle— —He put it on his shoulder, then pulled out a milk cat, Lizi, and put it on the other shoulder—

His entire arm was almost in his pocket, and finally he found one... Sniff.

Unfortunately, this was not what he was looking for.Newt motioned for Cassandra to take it for her, and she frantically held the little furry black animal in her palm, but the little guy was restless at all, staring at Cassandra's golden hair with great interest, thinking To climb on top of her head, she had to use her hands to control Xixiu's movements.

"Hey, don't touch other people's hair!" Newt nimbly grabbed the twitching young Niffler, stuffed it back into his infinitely expanding pocket, and handed Cassandra a black A cloth bag with a cylinder inside.

"Thunderbird's lightning ball?" Cassandra asked in a low voice.

"Yes. Arman heard that I was going back to Hogwarts, and suggested that I personally give you this year's Lightning Ball, without having to send it across the country multiple times. It needs too many certificates to pass customs inspection... Newt winked at Cassandra. "But if you put it in your pocket, they won't be able to detect it."

Cassandra nodded.Although she has some complaints about this illegal and illegal behavior, it seems very ignorant to point out this point to Mr. Scamander who has helped her for several years.And Newt himself obviously didn't think there was anything wrong. Although he was very old, he still had a vigorous vitality and a serious and enthusiastic temperament.

"May I ask why you came to Hogwarts?" Cassandra asked curiously and politely.

Newt looked around. No one was around. He put the suitcase he was carrying on the ground, flipped the buckle, and opened the suitcase to the Black Lake. Cassandra noticed that the suitcase began to make strange noises. There was a strange movement, some water seeped out of it tick-tock first, and then a large group of green aquatic plants squeezed out of the suitcase in an incredible way—or, in other words, jumped into the black lake from the mouth of the suitcase impatiently inside.

"As you can see, four ponies," Newt said, and then he closed the suitcase, fastening the buckle tightly, as if there were still a lot of things in the suitcase that couldn't get out, " Professor Dumbledore hopes that I can put them in the Black Lake to purify the water quality for a short time, otherwise the judges and audience will not see anything."

Cassandra reacted sharply: "Triwizard Tournament? Mr. Scamander, are you a special guest?"

Newt smiled: "To be precise, it's a lifeguard and match consultant. Professor Dumbledore wants to add some insurance to the safety of the students, so I'm here, and I should be able to stay until the end of the second match... to be able to do it again Nice to be back at Hogwarts."

"Didn't your wife come with you?"

"Tina stayed at home to take care of the magical creatures. Someone must watch them, otherwise the rescue and protection would be meaningless... And she insisted that she would not go until Ilvermorny held the Triwizard Tournament."

"But Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the world."

"Yeah, Hogwarts is the best."

They stood beside the Black Lake, looking at the towering Hogwarts Castle in the setting sun.

It has stood here for thousands of years, sending away countless little wizards in Great Britain, but it is still so beautiful and full of vitality... No matter how many years after graduation, students who return here will definitely feel that they have finally returned home.

………………

Cassandra passed the castle atrium holding a black cloth bag, which caught the curious eyes of Betty and the others.

"What are you holding?" Betty asked.

"Wind chimes for warmth. Filch started yelling at everyone who was casting spells in the corridor again, so I can only cover it up like this." She made up an excuse without changing her face, "It's been quite cold recently, you do you need?"

Betty shook her head thoughtfully: "No, I'll go to the library later. If Filch doesn't see it, it doesn't mean Mrs. Pince will allow it... But the Warming Charm does dry out the skin, alas."

"It seems that you and that Ravenclaw boyfriend get along well." Cassandra prevaricated a few words, and then said goodbye to them, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to the dormitory first."

After saying goodbye to Betty, Cassandra rushed back to the dormitory directly, and she had to deal with the lightning ball as quickly as possible.After all, as a prohibited smuggled product, she could not find any reason to explain why she obtained the lightning ball from Arizona, USA.

She took out the glass bottle and put it on the bedside cabinet, carefully locked the silver snake door knocker in the bedroom, and drew the thick curtains.

Absorbing Thunderbird's lightning ball is an extremely painful and embarrassing process. Since she was ten years old, she has to replenish the magic power of lightning in this gentle way once a year, otherwise the mixed magic power will leak from her fingers. Inevitably hurting those around you...

But the temperature of lightning is five times that of the surface of the sun. The scorching pain of touching the lightning ball with your fingertips is like scorching your whole body from the inside out. Wig bugs sting at the same time.

At the beginning, she would lose consciousness in excruciating pain until she was awakened by the pain, but as the wizard's magical leap period from 11 to 17 years old, Cassandra gradually became more comfortable absorbing pure lightning energy, and the pain did not increase , and she has learned to accept this pain without changing her face.

——For example, at this moment, she took off her long gloves, and let her pale fingers that have not seen the sun all year round touch the lightning ball, and the dancing blue-white electric light merged into her body along the branch-shaped scar on the surface of her skin.

The pain of this process is self-evident, but Cassandra bit her lower lip tightly, her intermittent moans and the cold sweat oozing from her forehead showed the fact that she was not relaxed either.Almost half an hour passed before the voluntary torture came to an end.

She spread her five fingers towards the glistening green spherical chandelier, and the branch-shaped scar filled with the magic power of blue and white lightning faded to an ugly dark red again.It's not that there's no chance of healing, but it's useless to cover up scars if you have to repeatedly tear them open.

Besides, besides her, her father would not want her to completely get rid of this accidental curse... or rather, a gift.

"It's good to keep it like this. She can always wear gloves to prevent people from being injured by electricity! Besides, if she can persist until she reaches adulthood, she can claim to have the blood of magical creatures..."

Ten-year-old Cassandra didn't understand what it meant to be a magical creature, but she didn't want her father to be angry, or he would be sure to snap at her again.

She once thought that the thunderbird attack in the stormy weather was just an accident, but later, summoning thundercloud lightning and inducing the weather spell seemed to be an instinct, and she gradually rejoiced that she had obtained an extremely powerful talent.Until today, she had not wavered a bit.

— Was it really an accident?

The ability to create storms, the gradual increase in sensitivity to danger... Cassandra brushed her hair that was wet with cold sweat from her temples, and said to herself: "When you become an adult, you should be able to control the leakage of lightning. "

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Cassandra's Talent: Lightning Storm Magic (non-genetic). In Chapter 4 she is influenced by this and wants to respond to the storm.

At this point, the plot of the Triwizard Tournament has been put on, let me explain it, in case someone does not understand the butterfly effect caused by Cassandra:

Peter Pettigrew was arrested, Sirius was cleared of charges—Ministry of Magic was held accountable, old Crouch’s approval rating dropped further—Fudge supported his cronies Umbridge to the top—Quidditch World Cup Dark Mark incident—The credibility of the British Ministry of Magic was at stake -In order to restore reputation, the Ministry of Magic urgently needs the Triwizard Tournament to distract the public's attention-The original plan to cancel the four dragons and replace them with four high-risk magical creatures with more gimmicks-The difficulty of the second level must also be increased, so Dumbledore Invite Newt—(to be continued, but Voldemort will not be weaker than the original)

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