[HP] Missy and Mischief

Almost as soon as she stepped out of Gare du Nord, Cassandra felt surrounded by crowds.

Muggles are almost everywhere here, talking rapidly in all kinds of languages, English, French, German just as she can make out... But they are talking too fast, swear on the name of Merlin, get into her There are only a few words in the ears.

It wasn't surprising, though, that the fastest-speaking place in all of France was in Paris, and the fastest-speaking people in Paris were young people—and she was jostling past a large number of Muggle students.

Although she only came to France almost the year before last, if she stays in a boarding school all year round and doesn't go anywhere, the atmosphere full of people still makes her feel uncomfortable.Cassandra looked back at the triumphal arch-style pavilion and the 23 statues designed by famous sculptors on it. Among them, the tall and majestic statue representing Britain made her gaze linger for a while.

"Hey Kai'Sa. Here."

It happened that a deep voice came from behind her. Although it was enthusiastic, it was not offensive.

Cassandra turned around quickly, and took a few steps towards the intersection with her suitcase.Standing in front of a Fleetwood car was a tall, lanky, blond man in a well-tailored shirt that was buttoned wide open, and a pair of beige sunglasses on his nose.

Even so, Cassandra recognized her uncle Geoffrey Wolflin, a popular Muggle costume designer, at a glance.

"My God, you don't think Gabby is joking, do you?" Jeffrey laughed. "I'm going to tell her that you can't believe it. Let her know that she has no credibility at all."

Not only did he take the heavy suitcase in her hand, but he also opened the car door for her very considerately, and he got into the driver's seat with a short body.

"Good afternoon, Grandpa." Cassandra looked at the smiling old man with silver hair in the back seat, and gave him a hug.

"Good afternoon, Cookie." Gabi turned his head from the front seat, looked at Cassandra from behind the same tea-colored sunglasses, saw her bright red hair, and showed interest, "Finally willing to dye your hair gone?"

This sentence seemed to remind Grandpa Alman, and he showed disapproval.Apparently blond hair was much more "regular" to a Germanic person than red haired.

"I have to say, Kesha, while I have nothing against redheads—" he said, but his disdain for the Celtic symbol was implied.

"—yet, you're biased," Gabby rolled his eyes behind his dark glasses. "You're a wizard with sticks yourself, dear old man. Don't say such nonsense in front of children."

The car started amidst their bickering, and neither Geoffrey nor Cassandra interrupted. They listened tolerantly to their refutation of each sentence. In a sense, this was their way of showing affection.

"Wait, let's go to District Six before going home," Cassandra reminded, "We must report to the Ministry of Magic first."

"Oh - indeed, I forgot if you didn't tell me." Yarman rubbed the back of his head, "When you get older, your memory will indeed deteriorate. Well, well, I really don't want to be with those idiots. We deal with you, and you will be alone later, no problem?"

"Of course." Cassandra replied.

It seems that people in every country are skeptical of their government departments. Even in Hogwarts, there used to be a lot of comments about Fudge being a fool.

The car quickly turned to the direction of the Luxembourg district, and they stopped at Furstenberg Square, where the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic is located.

Before getting out of the car, Cassandra restored her hair to blond, tied it into a high ponytail, and did not forget to cast a powerful confusion spell—technically, she came to France for asylum. If you can minimize being seen by wizards, you will never be exposed.

In the very center of Furstenberg Square, there is a bronze statue in the center of four ancient trees.It seems that the French's fascination with statues is reflected in all aspects, from the statue of the goddess at the entrance of Maple Leaf Walking Street, to the Statue of Liberty they donated to the Wizarding Congress of the United States - far away, in short, the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic is here.

She stared at the statue for too long, and this unusual gaze caught the attention of a short, dark-haired, middle-aged man who walked towards her and asked enthusiastically in French: "Hello, do you need a guide?" ?”

Cassandra was silent for a moment.Because of the white gauze dress she was wearing, it seemed that she was regarded as a Muggle tourist who strayed here.

However, this silence caused the short, fat middle-aged man to have a deeper misunderstanding. He switched to English, speaking in the same low voice, and continued to introduce the "foreign tourist" Cassandra enthusiastically.

"...You are now in the 'Luxembourg District', aha, this is the most expensive area in Paris... Did you know that the famous Luxembourg Garden is not far away, if you want, I I'd be happy to show you around—"

Cassandra had to interrupt the enthusiastic Mr. Wizard (whose purpose of letting this "special case not affected by the Muggle banishment spell" get out of here was obvious), saying in fluent French: "Thank you, but Actually, I'm an English wizard trying to register with the Ministry of Magic."

He was so surprised, his eyes widened, he took out a small handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked up and down this young girl who was too young, and murmured: "Oh, you should have said it earlier... these days, It's rare to see a British wizard willing to wear Muggle attire..."

However, he quickly cheered himself up, and introduced himself as Dominique Delacour, who was the wizard in charge of receiving foreign guests at the French Ministry of Magic, and took Cassandra into the main hall of the Ministry of Magic with great enthusiasm.

Following Mr. Delacour's prompt, Cassandra stood beside the statue with him.

The exposed air roots of the four ancient trees suddenly became active, and surrounded her, entangled with each other, forming an elevator like a vine cage.Cassandra felt a slight vibration under her feet, and the elevator descended rapidly.After a while, they came to a huge underground building.

Calculating the time in her mind, Cassandra thought that the French Ministry of Magic was closer to the ground than the British one, but at the same time it was more beautiful and grand.She surveyed everything here with benign interest—

The vaulted ceiling of the French Ministry of Magic is covered with murals of constellations and historical events, and there is a silver-white sphere chandelier hanging upside down under the dome.The coat of arms representing them hangs at the entrance, which contains the iconic elements of the French tricolor, cockade and Phrygian hat, and the motto below: "Incanté, Envouté, Conjuré (casting spells, casting spells, summoning)".

Mr. Delacour seemed very interested in her British identity, and chatted with her along the way: "...Since you are British, you must have gone to Hogwarts? Hogwarts is very good , but our family is from Beauxbatons. My two daughters went to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament last year. Unfortunately, the ministry was very busy at that time, and I couldn't invite all of them for a month. Holidays—oh, too many strikers and too few working!"

Feeling his deep love for his daughters in his passionate words, Cassandra nodded and said politely: "I know, Fleur Delacour. She was very good in the Triwizard Tournament." Wonderful."

When Mr. Delacour heard this, he became even more interested.

On their way to the round office hall on the second floor, he couldn't stop asking about his daughters' performance and the situation at Hogwarts. Whether it was the Great Hall of Changming or the dormitory with a view of the Black Lake, he would always ask about it. Means "So cute!".

Cassandra obviously saved some of the British people's impression in his heart. You must know that before today, he was still sad because his daughter wrote a letter saying that he fell in love with an English red-haired boy!

They set foot on the corridor supported by pillars on the second floor and the aisle with railings, then walked out of the foyer and walked about a few hundred steps along an open corridor, which ended in an office.Cassandra saw that the gold-plated door sign read "Registration Point No. 1 for Alien Wizards".

"Fortunately, I brought you in, it's faster this way." Mr. Delacour said with a smile, stroked his pointed black beard, and said to the irritable receptionist: "Louis, good afternoon , I brought this lovely lady to register. She is from the UK and needs a semi-permanent registration certificate."

The receptionist named Louis raised his eyelids lazily, "It's really going to cause me trouble... I'm going to get off work soon, don't you know?" Without waiting for a reply, he turned to Cassandra and said, " Fill out this registration form. Name, relationship, financial proof, occupation...we will get back to you within seven working days."

Cassandra took out the holly wood wand from the wand bag and handed it to Louis, ignoring Mr. Delacour's excited shout, "Vela hair wand core? It's so cute! My wife Apolline is a half-breed Veela, and I Guess this is what Gregorovitch got from my mother-in-law...so cute!"

Holding the quill, she quickly filled in the basic information on the form, but hesitated for a while about "occupation", a little undecided.Finally, Cassandra thought about it and filled in "costume designer".

When she handed the form back to the receptionist, he didn't look at it, just tapped it with his wand and the parchment disappeared into the fax machine.Then Louie quickly started packing his things and getting ready to leave work.

...this is very French, Cassandra thought.

They left the registration office. Cassandra wore a badge in the shape of a sycamore leaf on her chest. Delacour explained that it was a temporary residence permit. Aurors who saw this badge would not check your purpose and identity .

"I understand, Mr. Delacour." Cassandra said helplessly.In fact, she is very familiar with this thing. Arman would send an email in advance to ask the Ministry of Magic to collect a badge for her.

"Cassandra—may I call you that?" Mr. Delacour walked her all the way to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, and handed her a small note.Cassandra guessed that if it wasn't for business, this particularly enthusiastic and kind wizard would have dragged her to chat for a while.

"This is the address and contact information of my home. If you have the opportunity, please come and sit down. I promise, the red wine stewed beef made by my wife is the most delicious you have never seen in your life, British..."

Cassandra was slightly amused.

In terms of food, she couldn't refute the ridicule of the French with confidence.

She waved goodbye to Mr. Delacour, and walked towards the Cadillac waiting for her at the exit of the square against the setting sun.

The author has something to say:

*Fleetwood is a model produced by Cadillac in 93. Its style is an American luxury car with exaggerated design, which fits Jeffrey's optimistic and loose character;

* Westerners generally believe that red-haired people are stupid and dissolute, and a large number of red-haired women were killed in witch hunts. In fact, this is the legacy of the Germanic-Anglian historical prejudice against Celtic invaders;

*The time for Hogwarts’ summer vacation is the third week of June, that is, June 1996-6, 17. Let’s estimate it as the 23rd in this article. It’s better to have a weekend off;

*Mr. Dominique Delacour works for the Ministry of Magic privately.

[No update tomorrow, I'll go out to play.Hereby marked, happy new year! 】

感谢在2021-12-3021:32:03~2021-12-3120:26:23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: 1 Maoshan;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: звезд, Maoshan, the cat that eats dirt, Guanwu Mountain and Sea, and 1 set of Meilin's braces;

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