[HP] Missy and Mischief

They waited for Mrs. Weasley to come to St. Mungo's.

It was early morning now, and Fred and George were dozing off in the waiting seats, their heads slumped over their shoulders.Ron sat there with his head in his hands, his long legs curled up with nowhere to rest, and it was impossible to tell whether he was awake or asleep.Cassandra looked at Harry, two similar green eyes met and then staggered.

They are two outsiders who have strayed into a family tragedy.

But Cassandra could see deep guilt in Harry's eyes - she didn't understand why.Judging from their conversation, it was Voldemort's snake that attacked Mr. Weasley, but the savior seemed to think it was his responsibility, as if Mr. Weasley would not have been injured if he hadn't had a prophetic dream!

Half a circle passed on Ron's watch, and finally two people came in at the entrance of St. Mungo's, Mrs. Weasley and their eldest son, Bill Weasley.There was palpable anxiety on her face, but when they all turned to look at her and stood up, she showed composure.

George and Fred hurried over to hug their mother, Ron gave a weak smile, and Harry ran to call for a therapist.

Cassandra stood beside him a little helplessly.She didn't want to disturb the Weasley family's reunion, and she had never felt the cohesion of such a big family hugging and boisterously.However, as soon as she took half a step back, Mrs. Weasley pulled away the two tall sons, walked over and gave her a tight hug.

"Thank you, Cassandra." Mrs. Weasley shook her hand affectionately, "Fred told me with his Patronus how you saved Arthur with the potion... and you, ha Leigh, if it wasn't for you, Arthur might not be found for hours before it would be too late. You saved his life..."

Cassandra and Harry were obviously not used to such intimate expressions. Fortunately, she let them go quickly and asked Bill to take care of Mr. Weasley here, and to notify them if he woke up.

Molly took them away from St. Mungo's, and hoped that they could all go to the Burrow to rest for a while: "It's so late, you can't all be crowded in the hospital, like... go home now, there is still time to eat Breakfast...Of course, tomorrow is the first day of the Christmas holiday, and you don't have any classes..."

In Molly's rambling words, Cassandra didn't find any space to express her objection, so she was forced to follow the redheads to the place called "The Burrow".

………………

The moment it landed, the rolling hills and fertile grasslands greeted the eyes. According to the twins, this is the exterior of a village called "Ottery San Catchpole".

Cassandra looked at the "house" in front of her almost dumbfounded—the house was several stories high, but there were no rules at all. It seemed that several rooms were put together indiscriminately, as if spelled out in a state of insanity. Building blocks, four or five chimneys are inserted on the red roof.

"What an ugly house..." Cassandra blurted out, but she immediately realized something was wrong, and changed her words: "I'm sorry, was I rude just now? It's too dark, I'm talking nonsense."

In order to show her sincerity, she lifted the corner of her skirt and walked quickly into the front yard, but because of the dim light at the front door, she stepped on something inexplicable.

"puff."

Fred and George grabbed her quickly and made up their minds not to let her see the chicken coop in the corner of the yard and some Muggle artifacts that their father had piled up.

Fortunately, the interior of this simple house is very warm, furniture and sundries are placed in a mess, the kerosene lamp emits a warm halo, the firewood in the fireplace is crackling, and hot tea is automatically brewed on the stove, and there is a burst of wind. burst of aroma.

"Harry, you're here." Sirius walked around from the kitchen and gave his godson a firm hug, "Oh, come in and get warm."

When everyone sat down at the well-wiped wooden table, Fred couldn't wait to ask about the follow-up situation of the Ministry of Magic-including whether Voldemort had been defeated, where Dumbledore and others were. and the like.

"Voldemort has escaped." Sirius succinctly stated their main concern, "He took my good cousin, and the rest of the Death Eaters were left there to be caught by the Aurors... ..."

"Oh, Sirius, you shouldn't have told them this!" Mrs. Weasley looked at him reproachfully, but he insisted that Dumbledore thought they were old enough to know something inside, and she had to "beep" dissatisfied A cry, then put on an apron and start making breakfast.

Cassandra couldn't take it anymore, and pulled back her chair, worried about hearing news about her father from Black...was he under arrest?Or did he decisively leave those people behind and run away?In any case, she felt that she was out of place with everyone in the room.

She walked to the small kitchen and watched Mrs. Weasley lightly waved her wand, the pots and pans automatically began to play the symphony of "clinking", the potatoes were peeled by invisible hands, and turned into strips Ding, the eggs flew out of the basket one by one and hit the bowl...

She also noticed that there was a wall clock hanging in the kitchen, with only one pointer on it, and words such as "make tea", "feed the chicken", "you are going to be late" were written on the clock face; when she came, she also saw a clock in the living room A similar clock, the hands are the nine family members of the Weasley family, and the places that should have been marked with numbers are written with locations and states, including "home", "school", "work", "hospital", "prison" and "deadly danger" etc.

Arthur Weasley's pointer stayed on the "Deadly Dangerous" column.

"Oh, everyone who comes to the house will be curious about that clock." Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly, handing her a plate full of gravy pies, "You are good friends with Fred and George Right? I often hear them talk about you when they chat."

"...Well," Cassandra's voice seemed to come out of her throat, "well."

She didn't know how the twins had introduced themselves to their family, and didn't want to think about it now—if Mrs. Weasley knew that it was her father who helped get the Death Eaters into the Ministry of Magic, and possibly even released the snake, she would Will you still be kind to yourself?

At the long table, Harry, too, was drinking his butterbeer in silence, a horrible, searing feeling of guilt in his stomach.There's no escaping the fact that it was he who attacked Mr Weasley in the first place... *

Sirius came to help Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, and Fred and George seemed to notice that Cassandra was at a loss, so they showed her around the Burrow.

She cautiously grabbed the escalator and went up to the second floor, and then there was a "bang bang" sound from the top of the building, "...is there anyone else up there?"

"No one," George explained, with a look of embarrassment on his face. "There's a ghoul up there. We call him 'Old Food'. If he thinks the house is too quiet, he will make some noise."

They came to a room on the third floor.It seemed to Cassandra that this was another makeshift warehouse for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes—a large area of ​​the floor was piled with unmarked sealed cardboard boxes, and besides the gag products, there was a wardrobe, A desk and a bedside table with a lamp.

She finally understood where the familiarity came from: the twins had decorated the magic workshop's lounge exactly like their own.

She thought it was the first time she saw the place where they grew up, but she had already seen it inadvertently.And because Fred and George often conduct various experiments here, there is always a smell that smells like gunpowder in the room.

Fred looked at her.

"It's not a big place, but it's a home anyway, isn't it?"

"It's better than my home," Cassandra's voice whispered. "If I grew up here...no, no if. Let's go."

She turned her face away, hiding her expression in the shadows so Fred and George couldn't see it.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have been involved today—"

"—you must be terrified."

"Maybe." Cassandra exited the twins' bedroom, hearing Sirius' voice from downstairs.

"... Scrimgeour was found murdered in his office... Lucius Malfoy and Alex were caught and should have been sent to Azkaban and the Dementors by now Let's have a close encounter... Well, I guess the "Daily Prophet" will put these news on the front page later..."

"Don't think about it," Fred said, patting her on the shoulder. "You can rest in Ginny's room later."

"...Maybe you will be able to see my family in the newspaper when you wake up." Cassandra said without looking back, she returned to the living room on the first floor of the Burrow, and said to Sirius: "Professor Black, can I trouble you?" Do you have permission to open the fireplace, I want to go back to Hogwarts, right now."

For a moment, only the crackling of the kitchen fire and the sound of the fork and spoon touching the dishes, Sirius froze for a moment, obviously he rarely heard other people call him other than "Siris".

"...Of course. But aren't you going to take a break?"

"No need."

The sun was rising, and there was a bright orange edge on the mountains, and the sky was bright white.The light shone on the burrow on the hillside, on this twisted and weird building, and on the faces of all the people around the long table.

They experienced a night of thrilling rescue operations, and deep weariness was displayed on everyone's faces, but Cassandra knew that she was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix now, and she might not be in the future.She was able to come here entirely because of Dumbledore's guarantee.

"Goodbye, Fred, George." Cassandra turned and walked towards the glowing fire in the fireplace.

The author has something to say:

* Cassandra stepped on chicken shit, luckily it was still dark;

*The village of St. Catchpole is home to not only the Weasleys, but also the Lovegoods, the Fawcetts and the Diggorys, just like Godric's Hollow.

Merry Christmas friends.

感谢在2021-12-2320:56:47~2021-12-2420:58:49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: sky(??.??) 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of micro-love letters to time; 5 bottles of Amuro and Ye Shen; 2 bottles of Luan Cheng;

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