[HP] Missy and Mischief

Under the intervention of Umbridge and Sinix, the Christmas atmosphere in 1996 was particularly thinner than in previous years. Color-changing ribbons and mistletoe were hung around the castle as usual, but it was the same as last year's Triwizard Hegemony. Compared with the grandeur during the tournament, "Hogwarts seems to be going out of business" - this is Cassandra's harsh evaluation.

But no matter what the external environment is, the Weasley twins will not delay their own fun.The graduates did not have the "homework mountain" assigned by the professor. The two of them could freely slide around on the ice surface of the frozen Black Lake, experiment with "quick-frozen ice and snow castles (opening the gift box will automatically build an ice sculpture Hogwarts)" and "Decoy Bomb (attract fire during snowball fights)".

Of course, there is also their best snowball spell-magic will make the snowball chase the designated target's head and hit it vigorously.

"Hey!" Ron yelled, pushing open the Gryffindor Tower window and sticking his head out. "I'm a prefect, and another snowball hits this window - ouch!*"

"Another snowball hit this window—" Fred grinned.

George waved his wand, and another huge snowball defied gravity and flew into the sky, "There will be another snowball hitting little Ronnie in the face."

They laughed.

However, Cassandra refused to accompany them to go crazy during the day. She has strict requirements on her Newts. report card, which also means that in the seventh grade where there are no classes, she must rely on strong self-discipline to conduct repetitive and boring review Work.

And when night fell and the world was silent, only when sporadic warm yellow lights leaked from the large and small windows of the castle, Cassandra would change into a warm woolen dress and go around the covered bridge and pine forest to the Black Lake to attend the appointment.

The frozen Black Lake is a natural ice field, shrouded in a thin layer of mist in the gentle night.There are not many students who can freely slide on the surface of the Black Lake. Most of the junior students can only hold hands and try to move forward on the ice. If they are not careful, they will fall on their backs. "Paji" fell on the ice, like a group of plump bird cubs.

"You can wear a bonnet, so that no one can see who has fallen." Fred said, standing firmly on the ice.

Having experienced countless butt piercings from childhood to adulthood, he is already very proficient at coming and going on the ice like the wind.

"If you don't, we'd be happy to teach you," George teased.

He began to fantasize about some young ladies who couldn't skate, stood on the ice at a loss and didn't want to fall, and could only ask the two of them for help with a blushing annoyance.Fred sensed his thoughts, so he also smirked.

"Ha, how could I not?" Cassandra seemed to see through their minds, proudly pulled out her wand, and waved it in a complex pattern, so the furry boots turned into sharp skates. "If you can't keep up with my speed, you are the ones who should cry."

Her already slender legs jumped up, and she looked like she was five feet eleven inches. Although she was not as tall as the lanky twins, she was still very tall.

Fred and George sighed in unison as they saw their hopes fail.

Cassandra passed them by like a sleet of snow, kicking on one foot and gliding forward, really leaving the twins far behind.Seeing the situation, they couldn't help speeding up, trying to catch up with Cassandra whose figure had shrunk.

The three carved beautiful curves and ellipses one after another on the ice. George was the first to catch up and stretched out her hand to her, so she put the cashmere glove on his palm, holding hands on the thick ice. Sliding across the face.

The cold air blowing in front of her called out her brilliant blond hair tucked into her collar and swished it back.

Fred held his breath and wanted to catch up, but he made a mistake in his busy schedule, and he didn't pay attention for a while, and fell firmly on the ice.

Cassandra turned back lightly, took his hand, trying to pull him up, but Fred pulled her into his arms with a little force, and kissed her face to face.

The lips of the two were cold, but the mouth was warm enough to make people nostalgic, so the original shallow kiss became more and more unscrupulous - their kiss was like a fire, burning and raging in the severe winter.Cassandra felt her face heat up, not because of the cold wind blowing on the blood, but because of emotion and pleasure.

George rolled his eyes vigorously in a place not far or near.

He knew that there must be nothing good about Fred's sudden fall.In terms of athletic talent, he may be better, but in terms of cleverness, there is definitely a reason why Fred can dominate Hogwarts for seven years.

Finally, Fred let go of Cassandra contentedly, stood up from the black lake, and asked casually, "How did you learn to skate, did you also teach yourself?"

"Of course...not." Cassandra left Fred and slid to a place a little further away, "I heard that Durmstrang's students can only skate through the courtyard in the long winter, so I tried Learned for a while."

In fact, she has the intention of winning glory for Hogwarts. Who would have thought that although the ghost ship did stop on the frozen Black Lake last year, those Nordic furry bears didn't want to bother at all and chose to ride Fly off the boat on a broomstick...

The twins immediately understood what she meant, "learned for a while" means "mastered and mastered this skill", so they encouraged Cassandra to show her superb skating skills.

"Okay." Cassandra raised her chin slightly, and slid to the center of the Black Lake in a grand manner.

Although there are no chandeliers and candles, the moonlight is bright enough, and they can clearly see the upright posture and slender figure of the young lady. The skates under her feet are spinning rapidly on the ice, and then she stretches out her arms and one foot, and the speed of rotation Slow down, like a flower blooming on the ice.

Cassandra panted slightly, her eyes sparkling, "Look carefully."

She leaned forward, raised her right leg high back, and stretched along the direction of rotation. At the same time, she swung her left arm and stretched her right arm. When spinning, she looked like a petrel fluttering its wings.

The opening is not big, but it is elegant and charming enough. Then she walked on the ice with one foot, as if the queen was inspecting her own country, or like a ballerina dancing on a music box.

Fred and George slapped their faces redly, they didn't even know where they found the snowflake gown, and after it was slammed, there was a "bang", and colorful snowflakes fell, matching Cassandra's curtain call.

She finished the last swallow and slid towards Fred and George.The two immediately praised her with all their strength - Cassandra was very grateful for this, and the corners of her usually tense mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Go aside." George said to Fred in his heart, and reached out to Cassandra first, "I'll take you to skate, just close your eyes and relax."

Cassandra hesitated and gave him her hands, which were held gently.

George is not lying, under his leadership, skating has really become a relaxing and soothing sport, just like the original intention of her outing.Moreover, his steady and slow gliding makes people feel safe. After high-intensity rotation, it feels extremely reassuring to just wait to be pulled.

They glide by moonlight, on icy lakes.

In addition to exciting and thrilling pranks, occasionally such moments of tranquility and relaxation are needed.George looked at Cassandra who really closed her eyes, and suddenly felt a numbness in her heart.

He could clearly see the tiny fluff on her face, and a seductive little mole under her eye...

An hour later, they packed up and returned to the castle.

The tip of Fred's wand was pointed at the robes of the three men, and the water vapor evaporated, and the snow water under the feet disappeared without a trace. He was always very professional in eliminating the possibility of being discovered by Filch. .

"It's so late!" Cassandra complained in a low voice, wrapping her cloak tightly.

They had just passed through the secret passage and entered the sixth floor of the castle, passing the statue of Gregory the Flatterer, when they heard someone running on the stairs.

"It's eleven o'clock, isn't it?" Fred looked at George suspiciously, and George nodded with confidence, so he went on to say, "Which brave man would risk being interviewed intimately by Umbridge after curfew?" Night tour?"

They quickly got their answers.

Harry and Ron ran down the stairs, seeing them like drowning men clinging to the last straw.

"Fred, George! We're looking for you everywhere! I saw Mr. Weasley being snaked—"

"Wait, Harry!" Ron covered Harry's mouth and glared at Cassandra. "What's the matter with her?"

"As you can see—" Fred gave a mock cough.

"—we've just had a wonderful date," said George crisply. "What's the matter, Harry? If it's not urgent, I think Filch will be galloping down here."

Harry pushed Ron's hand away irritably, and said urgently: "I saw your father sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake. There was a lot of blood. He fell down. We must find out where he is—but Mike Professor Ge can't be contacted, we don't know the password of the principal's office!"

Cassandra looked at him as if seeing something terrifying.

Harry seemed to be in a very strange state, his face was pale, his pupils were dilated, he was shaking like he had a high fever, and cold sweat was streaming down his temples—in short, he definitely did not look like a normal wizard.

Fred and George looked at each other uneasily and asked, "Harry, are you sure you're not having a nightmare?"

"No, you who come from wizarding families should know that wizards hardly dream, and if they do dream, it will be a very important predictive dream!" Cassandra glanced at them reproachfully, and asked seriously: "Potter, did you see Wei Mr Sly—where was he wounded?"

(Ron tugs at Harry's nightgown uneasily, as if reminding him of Cassandra's credibility, but Harry shakes his head wearily.)

"... in a very long corridor, there is a door at the end of the corridor, the light is very dark, there is a metal fence in front of the corridor, and the road is stone." Harry said hesitantly, "Mr. Weasley seems to be wearing an invisibility cloak Watching something."

Cassandra fell silent.

Harry's description made her have some extremely familiar associations, but unfortunately, that "long corridor" was something that every child who had been taken to the Ministry of Magic by their parents had been curious about.

The author has something to say:

The Yan-style spinning tour refers to the queen of figure skating, Kim Yuna, and I feel that this movement is very suitable for the patron saint of Haiyan.

感谢在2021-12-2020:58:49~2021-12-2220:50:13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 cast the rocket launcher: 1 Sichuan carp;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 mountain and sea view fog;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Guoguo 2; islukly, Similu, Xuan, 128362961;

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