[HP] Missy and Mischief

"Reparo"

Blake waved his wand, and the broken doll scattered on a lecture table returned to a brand new look. He continued: "Given that there is a short delay in most spells, if the black wizard doesn't read a black spell completely If it is interrupted halfway, then the effect of the spell is likely to backfire—"

"Cough, cough." Umbridge coughed in a delicate voice. The word "dark magic" seemed to poke her sensitive nerves, and she couldn't wait to interrupt his lecture.

Blake ignored her.But students with eyes can see that he is not so relaxed and happy.Life in Azkaban was clearly a test of patience, and his rage was building up, waiting for the right moment to explode.

"...So, the first time you face danger, you must react and do your best to prevent the black wizard from chanting the attack spell completely. Even if there is no prediction, it is possible to read the anti-jinx or defensive spell at the same time. Let the opponent's attack fall."

Umbridge continued: "Cough, cough..."

He went on to say: "Expelliarmus (except your weapon) and Protego (armor body protection) are the curse-breaking spells with excellent defensive power, you can practice each other next—"

"Use a defensive spell?" Umbridge interrupted him directly, "Oh, I can't imagine that there is any situation that would require these cute children to use a jinx to break the spell. Is it in your class? Dangerous, will you attack them?"

"That's funny, can't magic be used in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Ron Weasley shouted.

Hermione stood up immediately after "Teng", and almost knocked over the table, "Our goal in class is to practice defensive spells, and we should really master the anti-curse and other magic on the premise of understanding black magic!"

"Dark magic! Under what circumstances will you meet black magic!" Umbridge said contemptuously, "I don't want to criticize some of the school's running methods, but you have indeed come into contact with many irresponsible professors... and special professors. Dangerous half-human half-beast!"

She let out a piercing laugh: "Also, you must learn to raise your hands before you speak. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for the rude speech of these two students."

"Half-man, half-beast?" Sirius Black stared at her with gray eyes, the smile in his eyes on the students was gone, and he said coldly and sarcastically, "Ms Umbridge, why don't you go back to your school?" How about drafting another law similar to anti-werewolves? Anti-merfolk? Anti-horse people? I heard that you want to drive mermaids together and hang signs on them all!"

"I will, Professor Black," said Umbridge coquettishly, smiling at Black in that particularly irritating way, "ah, speaking of which, I hear you've kept up with some illegals. A connection like no other, it's dangerous."

"I suggest you leave this classroom now, my wand is quite easy to go off." Black raised his wand, "Poder-ashes (reduce to ashes)!"

The puppet on the podium exploded into cotton wadding amidst the loud noise, and basically lost its original shape.Perhaps because of anger, the power of this spell was extraordinarily powerful, effectively deterring a certain senior investigator——

Umbridge's small eyes widened in disbelief, stretching her thick eye bags.Because of the anger, her chest rose and swelled up and down, like a toad puffing up, "No one... no one has dared to do this to me! Blake, we'll see!"

She stepped back and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.But Black didn't take the woman's threat to heart at all, and as soon as she pulled the door open, he slammed it so hard with magic that it almost fell on the tip of Umbridge's nose.

She didn't even forget to double the points she deducted: "Because of Miss Granger's accurate analysis of the course objectives, Gryffindor will add [-] points."

……

"Anyway, it's really relieved." Betty said to Cassandra admiringly, "There will be no normal people on Umbridge's side, right? Except for psychopaths like Filch."

After class, they walked through the corridor connecting the tower and the main castle. The drizzle blowing from the window wet the ground under the window sill, and they speeded up their pace in unison.

"He didn't assign homework. Just because of that, everyone will love Blake to death." Cassandra commented calmly, "Is free practice of defensive spells after class considered serious homework? Anyway, Filch has another reason to go crazy."

"And that woman also likes cats, it's a perfect match." Betty said with a smile.

Cassandra glanced out the window into the foyer, only to find two conspicuous red heads that seemed to be pasting something to the bulletin board.

"I'm going to the library." She stopped and said goodbye to Betty. "You go to the auditorium for dinner first."

"What are you doing?"

Cassandra walked around the porch, watching in amazement as Fred and George posted a big revelation on the bulletin board.

This dazzling orange-and-green poster is far more powerful in terms of impact than the Owls. and Newts. examination time notices, Hogsmeade week, semester calendar, and messy club announcements.

"A lot of Galleons!

Not enough pocket money to cover your expenses?

Want to earn a little more gold?

Please contact Fred and George Weasley at Gryffindor House,

Find a simple, almost painless after-school gig.

(Sorry, all work is at the applicant's own risk.)*”

"As you can see, Cassandra," Fred said with a grin.

George: "The two of us need some willing prank candy experimenters to ensure there's no risk in eating anything."

Cassandra shook her head, "I think Professor McGonagall will kill you..."

Fred raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I thought you would stop us from recruiting experimenters like Hermione, but you are actually worried that we will be locked up by Professor McGonagall... Oh, I really love it is you."

"Look, who is the president of the student union who really meets the public opinion!" George continued, and at the same time stuffed a large handful of purple nosebleed nougat and vomiting sugar into Cassandra's schoolbag, "There is no corresponding solution yet. Medicine, I don't recommend you to take it, but if you don't like someone, it will work..."

"Because I know that the one who is willing to be your test subject must be Gryffindor who is not afraid of death." Cassandra snorted from her nasal cavity, not accepting their false praise, "and let you go Harming other students is better than hurting yourself."

"Is there any way to make this poster stick to the bulletin board forever?" Fred said, looking at their carefully designed recruitment posters, "like Blake—"

Seeing George's warning gaze, he quickly stopped talking.George knew that Fred was close to talking about the portrait of Mrs Blake standing still and screaming on the wall in the portico of No. 12, Grimmauld Place.But regarding the Order of the Phoenix, they are not yet ready to let Cassandra know.

"...It's like being cursed by black magic." Fred quickly changed his words. "If it can have an extraordinary publicity effect, it's really nothing to be locked up by Professor McGonagall, right? To be honest, if there is no lock-up in any semester in the past six years or so, I still feel a little unaccustomed."

Cassandra rolled her eyes.

She drew out her wand, and clearly said to the poster: "Permanent Sticking (permanent sticking)."

"Spells become stronger or weaker just by adding a finite prefix. I don't know how Professor Flitwick made you pass your final exam," she sneered bitterly, "but why are you suddenly working on quick effects? Did you skip class?"

Fred gloated: "There are two groups of people facing important exams this year. These two bad exams will be like grinding wheels, grinding the noses of our poor students until the skin on the tip of the nose is worn."

"The year before last, half of our grades had a little tantrum because of Owls. Haven't you forgotten? Stimson passed out at every turn, and Toller was covered in boils..." George said happily.

"Oh, tragic memories." Cassandra recalled, "At that time, I was in Professor Snape's potion improvement class, and I boiled about ten barrels of palliative potions. Now, I know where these potions go."

"—Speaking of which, I'm going to the dean to revise my thesis tonight, so I can't meet you in the Room of Requirement." She kissed the twins one by one with their exaggerated to hypocritical expressions of regret before waving them goodbye. "Don't lie to me, I know you're going to have a Quidditch practice match, and Potter can't wait to yell for everyone to hear."

……

Throughout the dinner, the young wizards were buzzing about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and his unheard-of dark arts.

As a new professor, Blake was undoubtedly welcomed by most of the students. For a while, he was in the limelight, and he could hear discussions about his classes wherever he went.

But Cassandra did not expect that in Professor Snape's office, she could also receive inquiries about Black's teaching methods.

"I've heard a lot of students think it was the right choice for Black to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," Professor Snape hissed.

She could only rack her brains to think of a way to respond to the dean's question in a tactful manner, and at the same time show her disdain for him as much as possible——

"Maybe the headmaster felt he had enough experience dealing with dark wizards, and that his way of teaching was, um, unique."

"He has no experience with dark wizards," Snape sneered, and the quill viciously circled the unclear parts of her paper. "Unique? If he thinks copying Crouch's tricks is a If successful..."

"Maybe it's because he didn't write all the spell casting methods and precautions on the blackboard, which is more interesting?" Cassandra said hesitantly.

"Interesting? Innovative?" Snape repeated slowly, his hollow black eyes suddenly burning with anger, and Cassandra had the feeling that he wanted to rush upstairs and curse Black to fight each other. .

"You stupid students, why do you think I have to write the production steps on the blackboard?" Professor Snape's tone became dangerous, "Why don't I just demonstrate it on the podium, maybe I underestimated your photographic memory The brains of the students... and some students will always just follow the textbooks that are full of mistakes and omissions, boil a pot of garbage..."

Cassandra understood that he was referring to a certain black dog and its dear godson.

But what surprised her even more was that among the mist in the potion cauldron in the underground classroom, not many people would carefully discern what was written on the blackboard, let alone discover that Snape worked hard to write the correct words in every class. The production method of the book was copied and copied again, just to correct the fallacies in Libacio Pollach's textbook.

It's a pity that his eternal dark face and distorted personality are destined to be only few people can find this thoughtfulness.

"The healing speed of the rejuvenation potion has surpassed that of white fresh essence, but in terms of cost, it is too expensive." Professor Snape handed her the thesis, "The first part is the theoretical elaboration and research significance, there is nothing in this part Big problem."

Cassandra took the thick stack of parchment.Fortunately, although Professor Snape was in a gloomy mood, he restrained his anger and did not lose his academic expertise.She tentatively asked: "Then, should I try to add new potion materials to enhance the characteristics of the dragon blood vine, and then consider adding experimental data in the second part?"

"That's right." He nodded slightly, indicating that tonight's potion improvement class was over.

Cassandra walked out of the gloomy Potions office full of joy.But when she opened the door, she saw a sneaky figure in a green robe flash past.

Who is looking around at Hogwarts?

The author has something to say:

rest tomorrow.If the prompt is updated, I am editing the article, don't care.

After I write it, I often think of some foreshadowing that I forgot to put in, and I will make up for it when I have time.

感谢在2021-12-1218:01:19~2021-12-1219:30:15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 sago dew;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of the quickie;

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