[HP] Missy and Mischief

There were still eleven men left on the Quidditch pitch, whizzing about in the high-altitude wind, and now and then colliding head-on with extreme ferocity, like a duel in the air.

For the first time, Cassandra felt the charm of this ancient and long-standing wizarding game, although she didn't have time to tell who threw the Quaffle in which side, and who took a hard hit from a Bludger— As for the Golden Snitch, finding the trace of a walnut at forty feet in the air, this important task should be left to the family's talent for flying, Potter.

When the score between the two sides became 270 to 110, the morale of the Slytherin auditorium dropped visibly to the naked eye, and everyone waved the small green flag feebly.In fact, as far as Cassandra is concerned, they have done a good job. After all, there is not enough running-in between the substitute players and the regular players, and with only four players left, it is difficult to stop Spinnett's powerful serve.

Daphne complained: "If they didn't only want male players, maybe we wouldn't lose so badly."

"Obviously, Marcus inherited his domineering style to Draco." Cassandra put down the binoculars, turned her head and said, "Are we about to lose?"

"Not yet, but soon—"

Along with Daphne's words, Harry seemed to notice the flash of the Snitch's flapping wings, and at the same time, Draco also noticed the small golden walnut.

They accelerated almost at the same time, completely attached their bodies to the broom, and accelerated their flight at the speed of tearing the air.Indistinct figures in bright red jerseys and figures in dark green robes traveled around the ball post and the audience stand at extreme speed.

The intense chasing and dodging attracted everyone's attention. With the score gap getting bigger and bigger, the ownership of the Golden Snitch determines the final result of the game.

Angelina noticed this too, and angrily yelled at the two batsmen, "What are you two waiting for! They're both chasing the Snitch and knocking that Malfoy kid down!"

At this moment, the players on both sides basically stopped attacking, hovering in the air and waiting for the final result.Even in the auditorium, everyone seemed to realize something, staring closely at the final outcome of the two Seekers in the sky...

Fred: "Hey, I don't remember the newspaper saying that Puddlemere United is dead, otherwise how could Wood's soul be attached to you?"

"It's not that we don't want to, it's that they're too close, and the ferret is still tugging at Harry's clothes—" George panted heavily, his arm was also aching from the high-intensity shot, "Blur But without eyes, they'd both fall down together, and fall half to death."

Harry was pushing the Firebolt with almost all his strength. The arrow accelerated, but Draco and he were using the same broom, and when the two of them approached the flickering golden ball at the same time, the gap in broom performance was evened out , they can only win with their flying skills.

It seemed that the Golden Snitch was also frightened by the desperate posture of the two, and finally stopped somewhere close to the ground, fluttering its wings.

Harry let go of his grip on the broom handle, desperately trying to catch that old friend that symbolized victory.

A little ahead of him, Draco gritted his teeth tightly, knowing without turning his head that Scarhead was going all out to reach the Snitch.He remembered the indiscriminate duel champion Cassandra's fearless style of fighting to death in the arena last year, and made up his mind——

Draco let go of the broom completely, and leaped under the inertia of high-speed flight.He caught the Golden Snitch in the palm of his hand!Although the price was that he fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing situation, and he could even hear a crisp "click" from his arm bones.

Ms Hooch blew the whistle to end the game.

270:260.

For the first time in his Quidditch House career, Draco Malfoy traded a life-threatening injury for the Snitch.But the match ended with Gryffindor's victory.

At this moment, he was lying on the green grass of the Quidditch pitch, feeling the vibration of the metal ball in his hand, and resting his good arm on his face, covering the blinding sky.

No one knew what he was thinking, and no one even sent him to the hospital wing - because the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams were all at it.

Monty, Pussy, Derek and goalie Miles Bletcher, utterly annoyed at being wounded, rushed forward after Madam Pomfrey's basic treatment, trying to punch back the Weasleys and Potter ——If the members of the Slytherin team could stay on the broom safely, the score should not have been so tragic.

The screams of the girls were mixed with the male-duck-voiced insults of a group of boys, as well as the yelling and whistles of the people around them, and the blows to the flesh... These people completely forgot that there was a teacher watching.

"What are you doing!" cried Ms. Hooch, "not letting the score decide the outcome, but showing the Muggle way of fighting?"

Two of Montague's teeth were knocked out, he curled up on the ground moaning and howling, and his nose was bleeding.George's mouth was bruised, and Fred and the three Chasers were wrestling with each other, and Harry looked for an opportunity to punch the opponent from time to time.

Cassius was too slow to join in the fun in time, and as he slumped off his broom, Ms Hooch could only be heard announcing, "I've never seen this kind of post-match brawl! How many of you Who! Call the two principals here, hurry up!"

When they heard that the dean was being called to deal with it, everyone stopped.They took a step back in unison, the frosty grass crunching.

"Cough, cough."

With a sweet cough, Dolores Umbridge rushed to the court wrapped in a green tweed cloak, followed by Shinnix with a cold expression.She looked at Fred, George and Harry, and asked in the sweetest voice in her bones, "Can I help you, Ms. Hooch?"

There was confusion in Professor Hooch's yellow, eagle-like eyes.

What is this woman here for?

Soon, she got the answer.Because Umbridge took a tightly bound volume of "No. 20 Education Order No. [-]" from Sinnix, and pretentiously deprived Fred, George and Harry's playing rights, and lifetime bans.

"You can't do that!" Harry yelled angrily, "Slytherins were the ones who found fault first!"

"Really?" Umbridge smiled even more happily, "But when I came, I only saw you attacking your classmates viciously. This is a very dangerous tendency to violence."

She and Sinnix walked away with an air of great contentment, leaving the Gryffindor team pissed off and shouting indignantly.

"Is it our fault that Slytherin won't win?" Fred slammed his club on the ground heavily. "If Mrs. Hooch doesn't stop us from continuing, I'll beat those pigs to a pulp."

………………

Although they had been waiting for Umbridge's revenge, it was like waiting for the second boot in the attic to fall - but they didn't expect it to be so soon and so vicious.For the twins, Quidditch is their favorite thing to do besides their mischief career.

So Cassandra couldn't help feeling that they needed some reassurance.She put down the unfinished review progress of the day, and went to the Room of Requirement to find Fred and George that night.

But at this time, Fred and George were not as distraught as she imagined. They were actually boiling a pot of poison in full swing (at least she didn't see what the sticky purple semi-solidified liquid was in the cauldron), and from time to time Try to throw in new materials.

"...I thought you would cry bitterly for the last match of your life." Cassandra lowered the temperature of the flame in disbelief, and the liquid in the crucible finally solidified into a block, "But , fortunately, there is less work that needs to comfort people, I am not good at this."

George sighed: "No way, Professor McGonagall is also very angry, saying that he is going to find Dumbledore to solve the team's ban. But Dumbledore can't openly oppose the Ministry of Magic, can he?"

Fred was even in the mood to make a joke: "I think Dumbledore is also very good as the Minister of Magic. He can do it for at least another 100 years."

"...If he really wanted to be the Minister of Magic, he would have done so in 1945." Cassandra sat down on the golden-red upholstered sofa transformed from the Room of Requirement, and silently looked at the spiral in the cauldron rising mist.

Fred and George muttered about "how to legally poison the Slytherin Quidditch team without being discovered", and seemed to say nothing about the results of today's handling, but they still had a grudge in their hearts.

But Cassandra can't do anything about it. Because of her status, she sometimes has to be on duty in the corridor with the investigation and action team—this, in the eyes of most students, marks her "betrayal". One of the members who had been punished by Umbridge is now on the side of evil forces.

The days flew by so quickly throughout the rest of October.Whenever night fell, Cassandra would go to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor for a date on the grounds of patrolling, with Fred and George.

For the young lovers in love, how wonderful it is to have a private meeting in a mysterious room that no one knows, in a secret that goes against the world, under the supervision of the investigator.

Cassandra even thought that her final year at Hogwarts might even be perfect if she could spend every night revising her thesis and fighting with the twins for access to the cauldron.Unfortunately, just as the feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin cannot be explained clearly in a few words, the hatred for Umbridge's rampant behavior cannot be accumulated in a day.

October ended in a storm, and November came in cold as iron.The mountains around Hogwarts were capped with snow, and the temperature inside the castle dropped quite a bit.When Cassandra checked the staff of Hogsmeade's travel week, she found that many students were wearing thick dragon leather gloves.

And it was odd that Fred and George hadn't invited her to spend the weekend with them.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I'm in a really bad state recently, and there may be conflicts between the plot outline and everyone's expectations.Forcing myself to update every day is really going to collapse... Maybe I need to adjust it and try my best to write the feeling I want.If there is no update at 09:30 one day, don't wait.

感谢在2021-12-1519:49:36~2021-12-1620:59:23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 grenade: Shanhai Guanwu, Nanchi Diweng 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Similu, Manman 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Cheek became fat and became a ball??, Lu Ke 20 bottles; Ah Ling 14 bottles; Tufang Sang 5 bottles;

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