[HP] Missy and Mischief

"'The Millennium Bridge broke strangely, and dozens of people died in the accident', Reuters reported on June 6." On the color TV, the voice of the hostess was serious and clear.

"According to Reuters, so far, no experts have been able to give a reasonable explanation for the collapse of the Millennium Bridge. Because of the accidental collapse of the Millennium Bridge, 19 vehicles fell into the river, killing 17 people and 6 One person was injured, nine people are missing, and the cause of the accident is still under investigation."

"It is reported that passers-by who witnessed the collapse of the Millennium Bridge were greatly shocked. Some said they saw a mysterious black mist and green light at the scene, while others said: 'The accident was all because the government did not invest enough in bridge construction. , the Prime Minister should be held accountable for this'."

"Prior to this, there have been many major accidents with unknown causes in the UK. Two vicious murders without traces of intrusion occurred in the suburbs of London, and Scotland Yard is still investigating; the counties of southwestern England were hit by strange hurricanes that meteorologists could not explain. It has caused huge losses to the lives and property of the British people, and the Assistant Minister of the British Government, Herbert Wolflin, has declared responsibility for this and has resigned in a few days."

Cassandra watched in disbelief at what was broadcast on the TV.Muggles might have thought it was all a freak accident, the poor Muggle Prime Minister's fault, but someone with magical powers could see it clearly—it was all Death Eaters' work.

The man who couldn't even mention his name hovered majestically in the foggy mid-air of London. With just a flick of his magic wand, bridges made of steel and concrete were broken like soft dough, and ignorant crowds lost their lives... His The believers led the giants to uproot the big trees, overturn the roofs of Muggles, and slaughter innocent people...

And on the TV, the hostess continued to say something: "... Agence France-Presse reported that the whole of the UK was in panic. In the south of France, there are also mysterious murders with the same method. Scotland Yard suspects that by the same transnational terrorist organization..."

Unfortunately, this group is really spreading from the British Isles.

Trembling, Cassandra picked up the Sunday Prophet, which had just been owled and hadn't had time to unfold.

Sure enough, the front page was devoted to explaining how the Death Eaters made public appearances across the UK and wreaked havoc.The staff of the Misinformation Office of the Ministry of Magic are working overtime, and a large number of amnestics have been dispatched to modify the memories of all Muggles who witnessed what happened; the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control has also arranged to go to Somerset Searching for giants...

Amelia Burns, the new Minister of Magic, said that the man who could not even mention the name threatened her to obey the orders of the Dark Lord, otherwise she would massacre Muggles, but the answer she gave was that it would never be possible Succumb to a reign of terror.The next day, Minister Burns' residence in London was attacked by Death Eaters, but fortunately she was safe.

Cassandra keenly noticed that in the picture on the front page, half of a handsome face appeared behind the solemn Amelia Burns, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

...It seems that after Sirius Black resigned from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor due to the curse, Dumbledore assigned him to be the bodyguard of the new Minister of Magic, which is a very suitable position.Cassandra thought.

She threw the newspaper aside irritably and leaned on the sofa cushions.

It was getting dark outside, but she still sat motionless on the sofa, like a silent statue.Cassandra was alone in the living room, and no one knew how many thoughts were running through her mind at the moment.She is extremely worried about the current situation in the UK, and at the same time, she is uneasy about being in France.

Finally, she sighed in pain and anxiety.

Cassandra might sit here alone until dawn if no one noticed, but Gabi, who came downstairs to pour water, broke the uncomfortable silence in the air.

Seeing Cassandra drooping her eyelashes, she immediately showed concern, "What's the matter, Kasha?"

Cassandra tried her best to pretend nothing had happened, and replied: "It's nothing, it's just that dinner is too much—"

"Don't lie to me," Gabi interrupted her, "I watched you grow up, and I know how you react if something is on your mind. Family is what you can rely on, Kaisha, if you have any difficulties, Tell us all."

"...I'm very scared, grandma. Do you remember the Death Eaters? Their power in England is constantly expanding, and they have even touched the mainland of France." Cassandra felt a heat welling up in her eyes, and she tried to blink, I wanted to overcome this feeling together with the soreness in my throat, "If they hurt you and uncle, if they find me—"

"If that's the case, it's useless to be nervous," Gabi said, holding her lovingly in his arms, "Don't forget, your grandpa and I are the same people who experienced Grindelwald's and Hitler's reign of terror at the same time. Darkness will always pass."

"But—but—" Cassandra pursed her lips.She wondered if she should tell Gabby all about her experience at school, and if she did, would she be more worried?

"Don't think too much, Kai'Sa. Remember what I told you before, no matter what happens, just listen to your heart, and there will be a good ending."

"Yeah...follow your heart." Cassandra tried to force a smile, but failed.

"Honey, I think you should go out for a walk, so as not to be bored at home," Gabi rubbed her hair, rummaged through the design drafts scattered on the table, found an invitation card, and handed it to Cassandra. "There is a fashion salon tomorrow, although the host is disgusting, but...maybe you can go to see it. She still fits the style of the 50s very well, maybe you will like it?"

Cassandra glanced subconsciously, and the inviter's name was written in cursive script on the exquisitely designed invitation card—Baroness von Hermann.

………………

The next day was a dark and overcast day, which is not so common in midsummer.When Cassandra emerged from the house in a gorgeous red dress, Gabi's driver was already waiting in the driveway outside the front door.

The driver bowed to her and opened the door.She sat in the spacious and comfortable back seat, and Yarman waved to her in the garden, wishing her a good time.

"To the Jardin des Tuilries," said Cassandra.

She checked the white dragonskin clutch she carried with her, which contained the rune tome presented by Nicole Flamel, a group photo of the three of them, a stack of large denomination pounds and francs, and a Gringotts coin. vault key.The deeper part of the handbag was widened with the Untraceable Stretch Charm, and she didn't forget to carry all kinds of common potions-in this regard, she was used to carrying it with her.

At this moment, the car briskly left the driveway and merged into the busy street.Punk rock music came from the car radio, Cassandra frowned and signaled the driver to change a channel, so he turned the wheel, 87.2 pointed to 91...92...93.

Immediately, a loud and familiar voice came from the car radio.

"... Listeners, welcome to this episode of Potter's Observation Station. I'm Rook. Today is the first episode of this station, and it's just for trial listening...Of course, by the way, I'm going to say hello to our Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Advertisement - Shop No. 93, Diagon Alley, waiting for your arrival anytime!"

"What?" The driver froze for a moment, shook his head and wanted to switch to a "normal" music broadcast, he muttered, "What a mess of broadcasts, are there still circuses coming to Paris to tour these years?"

Cassandra stopped the driver, "I want to hear it again."

The voice of George or Fred came through the transnational radio waves, carrying a slight electric sizzle, which seemed so distant and unreal: "First of all, I will bring you the hottest product we sell—Constipation Ren! You Why are you worried about the mysterious man? You should be concerned about Constipation Ren—the feeling of constipation afflicts the people of the country!"

Cassandra's lips moved silently... Constipation.

They'll be murdered in Diagon Alley!she thought.

Soon, another identical voice cut in, judging from the indecent and flirtatious tone, it should be Fred who snatched the microphone away, "Rook, we should talk about something else, maybe there will be some fools Thinking that You-Know-Who will come out on the radio and anyone who listens to it will be murdered."

Judging from the driver's speechless expression in the rearview mirror, he must have regarded the two of them as schizophrenic lunatic anchors talking to themselves.

"Okay, Rapier. So let's introduce our other products. Fully automatic quill - inkjet, spell check, and even quills! Anti-spell series - includes hats, cloaks and gloves, can bounce Common jinxes, a must-have choice for home travel, the same for Ministry of Magic employees—"

"There is also a ten-second special effect for eliminating pustules-it has a miraculous effect on boils, blackheads and acne. We accept mail order from owls and international Muggle post! You are satisfied!"

Listening to their voices, Cassandra felt as if she could see two tall boys with red hair standing in front of her.

The July fashion show in the Tuileries Garden is not far from the Wolflin Mansion. Despite the traffic jam along the way, luxury cars filled with upstarts, veteran rich people, and star models, they still arrived at their destination quickly. .

And the unusually loud (it must be because they haven't figured out the difference between Muggle and wizarding broadcasts) in Potter's Watch is almost coming to an end.

"Listener friends, thank you for supporting our business. It's almost time to say goodbye to everyone in this issue of Potter's Lookout, but we still have a few words to say..."

"The situation is not very good now. I don't know where Miss Camellia is now, but please pay attention to safety. If you need help, we are always on call."

"That's right, 'whoosh' to go to your side."

"...don't joke about big promises like this, Rapier."

"I just want to make some lady feel our sincerity!"

"So it makes perfect sense for me to ask you to be serious."

"Okay, can we continue, Rook?"

"...Then can you stop talking nonsense?"

"Stop! Golden Boy, turn off the tuner! I'll duel him with a fake wand!"

The noisy sound from the car radio disappeared. The driver waited for a while, but no matter how much he turned the tuning knob, there was no radio station other than white noise in the band between 92 and 94. It seemed that he was nervous just now. Like something out of order.

Cassandra tried to control her expression, but the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.An indescribable emotion grew in her chest, which seemed to fill her entire heart.

The author has something to say:

【The next day from today to the 10th, the exam is about to take place QwQ】

*The British bridge that collapsed in the original book was the Brockdale Bridge, here it is changed to the Millennium Bridge according to the shadow version, because the latter is more famous and almost collapsed;

*食死徒炸桥发生在6月28日至7月5日之间，这里设置成30日，卡珊德拉刚好在家一周；

*In the original book, George did not participate in the Porter Watch station broadcast, so the code name Rook (chariot) was given by me; Fred's code name Rapier (sword) did not change.

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Zhijiang 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 king with a fang;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: it’s the remainder, the mountains and seas, 476392781;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：茗柠湖畔30瓶；momo10瓶；一口獠牙的大王大王9瓶；是寒露不是露寒5瓶；未雨绸缪2瓶；

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