[HP] Missy and Mischief

Cassandra picked up today's Daily Prophet on the table and glanced at it. The bold headline read "Ministry of Magic Auror Office Claims Black Found in Tibet".

It's ridiculous, maybe not many wizards have really learned geography, but the distance between England and Tibet even an owl has to fly for three days and three nights, can Black really run from Hogwarts to the snow mountain so quickly?

She shook her head, carefully wrapped her crucible with newspaper, and put it in her schoolbag, as well as various sealed reagent bottles.

Cassandra was going to the Forbidden Forest with a full set of potions tools, making a shrinking potion, and then smuggling Blast-tailed snails into the school. —if she could, she'd like to throw the snails straight into Gryffindor Tower, into the red bro's bed net.

"...Kasha, are you going out? What time is it..." Betty turned over in a daze and asked her sleepily.

"...It's just an ordinary night patrol, go to sleep."

Cassandra lied, but she didn't want to be found out that she had violated a hundred school rules. If she went out at night, entered the forbidden forest illegally, and brought dangerous creatures into the castle, the headmaster would definitely be forced to give Slytherin Fifty points were deducted, and he ground himself into powder and boiled it into a pot of potion.This is no joke.

Cassandra's blond hair was tightly covered by a cloak with gorgeous dark patterns. She dexterously bypassed the routine inspection route of the prefects and arrived on the ground in only 10 minutes.

Unnoticed, a slender figure wrapped in a cloak appeared on the path of the Forbidden Forest.

"What a thick fog...it's too cold." Cassandra complained in a low voice, drew out her wand and cast a warming spell on herself.

She didn't use lighting spells and lanterns, because in the dangerous Forbidden Forest, any light source will only reveal her own existence and attract powerful enemies (I heard that the savior had a conflict with the centaur in the Forbidden Forest in the first grade)... Fortunately, today is the full moon, and the moonlight is very bright. With the gentle moonlight, I can vaguely see the path ahead.

No matter day or night, the tall deciduous trees in the Forbidden Forest will block the direct sunlight on the ground, which also makes the bushes not grow too high, and the fallen leaves are piled up on the ground to form new humus. Cassandra's beautiful boots are difficult to get from Pulling out from the sticky soil, fallen leaves and broken branches made a rustling sound, and the messy branches still caught her robe.

Swarms of small spiders clattered and crawled across the rotting tree trunk, leaving silvery white trails behind.Clumps of mushrooms are attached to the roots of trees, and the bright colors are highly poisonous without thinking.Cassandra couldn't help clenching her fists, mustering the courage to continue exploring into the depths of darkness.

——This is not her first visit to the Forbidden Forest, nor will it be the last.But people always have various fears of the unknown, and she is just a 15-year-old little witch.

Suddenly, there was a howl not far ahead, and Cassandra almost froze.With the sound of a quadruped running, she pulled out her wand without thinking: "Primary Appearance!"

Nothing happened.

After a while, a large, fluffy head poked out from the bushes. It had dirty, matted hair, and bright black eyes.

Cassandra and the big dog that appeared almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

What, just a big dog/a little wizard.

Cassandra slowly, slowly put down the hand that had been holding the wand, staring at the big black dog that suddenly appeared in front of her.

It's really... It's too dirty, and it's so skinny, the black hair doesn't show any scars, and even the tail hair is a bit bald, it's pitiful.

The British usually think that the black Shaker dog is the guardian of the cemetery, always appearing suddenly and disappearing without a trace, and it is an omen that "will bring death".But Cassandra had lived in her grandfather and grandmother's house in Paris since she was a child, and she was not familiar with some British folk customs. She just felt that the living environment of the poor big dog in front of her was too bad.

She sighed and put her backpack on the ground: "I only have a cold sandwich here, maybe you need it?"

The big black dog wagged its tail, grabbed the chicken sandwich wrapped in oil paper in one gulp, almost bit off Cassandra's fingertips, its sharp teeth tore open the package indiscriminately, and ate the whole sandwich voraciously. He stuck out his tongue and licked the crumbs of the kiss.

"It's rude." Cassandra stretched her hand and patted the black dog that was as big as a ghost, but frowned when she withdrew her hand. Her white gloves were stained with wet blood.

The big black dog was hurt.

Cassandra drew a bottle of concentrated white freshness potion from her pocket.She'd been carrying this since Draco and her injuries.

He tentatively poured a little water on the black dog's neck, and the wound under the hair immediately emitted white smoke like burning. It flicked its hind legs uneasily, and held back the movement of running backwards.

"It's so rare that such a smart dog would get hurt in a fight." Cassandra habitually sarcastically said, as if the dog in front of her could really understand human speech.She cut off a part of the hem of the cloak (had been tattered by thorns), and carefully bandaged the wound, even not forgetting to tie a beautiful bow at the end.

What she didn't know was that when she leaned over, the silver-green staggered tie under the cloak was exposed. After the black dog noticed it, it let out a whimper from the depths of its throat, and ran away almost the moment she let go Yes, it disappeared in a flash.

"...what am I expecting, a dog saying thank you?" Cassandra said to herself, and simply put the cauldron on the stand and started to boil the potion.

If she had really followed the black dog, she would have noticed that he—or he, had a complex expression that an animal shouldn't show, a bit of chagrin mixed with disgust.

What a ghost.He, Sirius Black, also had the kindness of a Slytherin released one day...

Cassandra picked up a knife, chopped the weighed daisy root, added peeled shrunken figs, sliced ​​caterpillars, mouse spleen and a little bit of leech juice, and stirred three times clockwise and one counterclockwise Half.

But the liquid in the crucible did not turn into the bright and dazzling green as expected, nor the orange-yellow that failed to produce, but a dreamy violet color.

Cassandra stared at the shrinking potion in front of her, not knowing what expression to make.

This is obviously abnormal, but she has no extra raw materials, and the validity period of the potion is only a short quarter of an hour.She had to make a decision, should she return to the castle, or take the potion and try it on the Blast-tailed snails?

In just a blink of an eye, Cassandra made up her mind, tilted the crystal cauldron, poured the purple potion into a large glass bottle, ignored the potion utensils, and quickly ran towards the edge of the woodland behind Hagrid's hut go.

She took the risk and worked so hard not to admit defeat!

In the woodland behind the pumpkin patch, Hagrid had fenced off a number of small squares, each of which contained a dreadful white-gray, sticky snail.

This hybrid species of fire crab and manticore does not inherit the slightest beauty of both sides. It looks like a headless lobster with its shell removed. In addition to the strong smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp, it also has a strong attack power. The male It can explode, and the mother can suck blood.

Cassandra couldn't help but took half a step back, cursing in a low voice: "This is too disgusting!"

Hagrid seemed to have nothing to do during the long time he was deposed and under investigation by the Board of Directors, working out these disgusting monsters.She suspected that if Hagrid was sent to Azkaban, he might try a dementor-inferi hybrid.

Cassandra picked a... relatively intact snail, squeezed her nose and poured all the shrinking potion on it.

Immediately something terrible happened—

The potion Zizi changed the size of the snail. Not only did it not become smaller, but it also grew from three feet to a full ten feet long. The thorns on its back were arched, making people unspeakably disgusting. It looked like a stinger A giant scorpion curled up on its back.

"No—it shouldn't be like this!" Cassandra hurriedly retreated towards the way she came, but the Blast-Ended Whelk quickly chased her up with many scattered legs.

"There are many obstacles!"

The spell hit the snail's hard carapace and reflected back to Cassandra. She was hit hard and fell to the ground, but the flames of the snail's explosion followed, and immediately To hit her.

Cassandra's pupils shrank with extreme fear, reflecting the flames of the explosion.

………………

An hour ago, the corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts.

Fred folded his arms and leaned leisurely next to Sir Cadogan's armor, the metal armor made an overwhelmed friction sound.

"I bet ten Nats that the Missy will come today, she is the kind of person whose ambition overwhelms everything."

George said solemnly: "Why should I bet you that something is sure to happen? Why don't you think how long it will take her to find us."

But things didn't go according to the twins' plan.I don't know how long it has passed, time flows silently under the moonlight, and the object of discussion finally appears.

Holding the Marauder's Map in their hands, they watched as a series of footprints marked "Cassandra Wolflin" walked up from the cellar, avoiding the inspectors on each floor as if by God. Chang and Filch came to the first floor—then turned a corner, left the castle through a side door, and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh." Fred opened his eyes.

"You lost, bro." George checked the Marauder's Map again. "She's not as disciplined as we thought, is she?"

"That's even worse, she'll put poison tentacle seeds in pumpkin juice behind Professor Sprout's back, and then sneer and watch us gutted and howling in pain—" Fred changed his position , the armor "squeaked", and it was stable.

"Do you want to go back, Fred?"

"Do not want to."

"What a coincidence, I don't want to either. Why don't you just wait at the door and wait for the brave princess to kill the dragon, and then the knights will come out and snatch the dragon's body."

Fred snapped his fingers: "It makes sense, let's do it."

But they waited and waited until all moving footprints in the castle had disappeared from the map, and there was no sign of Cassandra returning.

Fred and George looked at each other, realizing the seriousness of the matter at the same time.

Something may have happened to Cassandra in the Forbidden Forest.In any case, it is impossible for a student to leave Hogwarts alone.

"Let's go knight, we have to fight the fire-breathing dragon."

The author has something to say:

① Cassandra is very patient and caring towards all non-human creatures, I am sister Kassandra ();

②In the state of private Animagus, the wizard will retain the color discrimination of human beings;

③Shrinking potion is not a third-year course, it is very dangerous, but Snape insisted on teaching Harry Potter and the others this class in advance, and even instructed Ron to "cut Malfoy's roots" in the class, it was too bad This conversation hehehe;

④The validity period of private shrinkage potions is only half an hour.Otherwise, it can't explain why Kai'Sa has to take the pot to the Forbidden Forest to cook and use it now, can't you just buy the potion?