[HP] Missy and Mischief

The weather in Paris in July should be clear and cloudless, but today's weather is particularly gloomy and gloomy, as if something bad is about to happen.

If Cassandra were still in London at this moment, she would find any wizarding place to be extraordinarily deserted.The lively crowds in the past were all huddled at home, and the outside world is no longer safe-Ollivander, the wandmaker, has disappeared, and Florin Fusco, who once sold her delicious ice cream, was also taken away by Death Eaters (or maybe killed, who knows).

However, she is now in Paris, surrounded by countless star models, magazine editors, media reporters, fashion designers and invited photographers. Muggles will not give up the opportunity to chase trends and heat because of various accidents reported on TV. .

The invitation Gabi gave her was enough for Cassandra to sit in the front row of the venue, and even see the fine lines at the corners of Baroness Hermann's mouth and eyes.As the host of the fashion show, she is cold, demure, and seemingly emotionless - but she must be very proud of it.

Because the top supermodels from all over the world are gathered here, at the moment when the shutter freezes and the time stops, the beauty of the most pure design in the world becomes eternal, and no one can refuse the fashion crown held high by the flash.

And Cassandra doesn't like this famous baroness... She has a very uncomfortable feeling about her, which is usually only given to dark wizards, but a Muggle has such a cold temperament That's very unusual.

She must have had blood on her hands.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as Cassandra.Some whispers came from behind her: "Why is the Dalmatians that the Baroness never leaves for a moment disappeared?" "I don't know, do you think her deadly enemy will come to make trouble this time?" "Yes, anyway, the Baroness's Classical designs can no longer bring freshness, and people love to see what new tricks Cueira can bring."

By 12:[-] p.m., all the [-] models invited by Baroness Hermann had arrived in the Tuileries Garden, and many off-site reporters who were busy taking pictures also began to enter the venue one after another.

Warm orange lights illuminate the venue of the summer fashion show, creating a glorious and grand atmosphere.And some witches who were not on the invitation list also sneaked in, such as the store manager of the Paris branch of the Fengya wizard clothing store, or... a little girl next to Cassandra.

Noticing Cassandra's gaze, she smiled nervously, her hair flowing with a halo of silver that was Veela's unique allure.She quietly touched the wand in her pocket, as if she wanted to cast a confusion spell on Cassandra, "Hello?"

Cassandra looked away, and she, too, breathed a sigh of relief.

With so many witches in Paris watching the Muggle show, it's no wonder where the "trend" design at Fung Ngay's wizarding clothing store came from, Cassandra thought.

With such a mood in mind, Cassandra turned her head back to the runway.At this moment, the orange light has gradually dimmed, flickering faintly, and the originally whispered conversation in the show seats has gradually subsided.

Baroness Hermann held her noble head proudly.Her high bun was coiled on the top of her head, like a black rice bud.

The accident happened at this time.

When the curtain of the front court was drawn, the beaded dress that Mrs. Herman was most proud of brought a complete disaster to the venue—that shining pure gold battle suit, which was originally made of thousands of Tens of thousands of golden moth pupae that are about to hatch are strung together.

Countless moths fluttered in the show, covering a large area in darkness, covering the ceiling lights, and frightened the guests all over the show. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as running away. Models in fancy dresses, reporters carrying cameras and The nervous designers were frightened by the moths breaking out of their cocoons and their wings flapping and dropping phosphorous powder. They screamed and ran towards the exit of the venue. The piercing screams almost shattered the ceiling.

Only the witches were not intimidated.They even thought that this was a specially arranged effect, rather than someone deliberately sabotaging the Baroness's fashion show.The little girl next to Cassandra even caught one and said innocently, "Isn't this the Psalm moth used in Potions class? Muggles also use them to make clothes?"

"Of course not, this is a sabotage against the Baroness," Cassandra said calmly, "Look, she's going crazy."

The silver-haired girl was taken aback. She obviously didn't expect that the stunningly beautiful girl beside her was not an invited model: "Are you a witch too?"

"Of course, Miss Delacour," Cassandra said, glancing at her hair, "but I didn't Confound that poor Muggle security guard at the door."

"Then how did you get in... No, why do you know my last name?"

Gabrielle Delacour blushed and ran out of the venue after Cassandra got up.In front of them, the overwhelming moths formed a black wave, chasing the light outside.

Behind them, in the empty venue, John, the baroness's butler, looked at the mess all over the floor and sighed.He took out a magic wand from his arms, and used a freezing spell to kill the remaining moths, and the venue returned to normal under the influence of magic.He said to himself: "If Madam still insists on killing Miss Kuila...the only thing I can do is to prepare the freezing fire potion in advance."

Outside the show, in front of the huge musical fountain, a completely different fashion show is on display with shocking rock music and psychedelic fuchsia spotlights.

The classical and aesthetic atmosphere created by Baroness Hermann was shattered by the presumptuous punk atmosphere. People who were also driven out of the venue by moths also stopped in the square, staring at the front of the fountain in dumbfounded——

A woman with black-and-white hair and calling herself "Kuila" stood there proudly, wearing studded boots and a black-and-white spotted fur skirt, holding a scepter.Contrary to the noble temperament of the baroness, she has the crazy temperament of a witch and a fierce rebellious atmosphere.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

Countless photographers and reporters frantically pressed the shutter on the vandals like moths chasing the light. There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if they could hear the urgent voices of those reporters—tomorrow’s front-page material was in front of them.

"You killed my Dalmatians!" Baroness Hermann shouted at the black-and-white-haired woman with a hideous face, "You made them into fur coats, how dare you!"

In the crazy rock music, Cruira raised her red lips and said frankly to the top woman in the fashion circle: "What's wrong? When dealing with the wicked, we should use even crueler methods to avenge..."

Amid wild laughter, her voice was high-pitched and cold: "My wife, Paris will soon be set on fire!"

Cassandra watched their duel with great interest. Bizarre and crazy is the daily life of the wizarding world, and ordinary fashion shows are the pursuit of Muggles.

But vaguely, she felt that something was wrong.

Punk rock in the square has changed.

The singing fell silent, and the crowd gathered around Cruira began screaming and running in panic.

With the light of the colored spotlights, Cassandra saw the crowd screaming uncontrollably, and the psychedelic and absurd fuchsia lights were mixed with green and bright black lights.A group of wizards in black hoods and pale death masks broke into the garden square, each holding their wands high.

They randomly suspended Muggles in mid-air, and Cassandra saw five or six models wearing high heels floating in the air, distorted into weird shapes, struggling and screaming like puppets making funny expressions, And the Death Eaters are the puppeteers who control them with invisible strings.

And the screams were actually mixed with Cruella's laughter.Cassandra had to suspect that the Muggle was out of his mind, that she must have been dazzled by revenge and thought it was a stunt.

There were loud jeers and drunken shouts from the Death Eaters.

What a surprise!Just when they received the order of the adult to make trouble in Paris, someone offered them the conditions for carnival, noisy crowd, harsh rock music, dazzling lights...

The wand ignited the crowd, the lanterns, and the moths. As the smell of blood spread, Cassandra saw the expressions of the Muggles who were lifted into the air.

What happens when a person is in extreme pain?Some of them opened their mouths wide as if they were howling, but under the silent curse, they couldn't hear her cry of pain; come out...

"Mors.mordre (Bone Reappearance)!"

With a loud shout, a gigantic skeleton appeared over Paris.It is composed of countless emerald bright spots, and a large python emerges from the skull's mouth, like a tongue... The skeleton shines brightly in the green smoke, like a new constellation in the night sky.

Gabriel was so frightened that she pulled out her wand with a pale face and trembling, and used "Stupfy" on a dark wizard.

She wanted to save innocents hanging sixty feet in the air with shattered skulls and twisted necks.

The lights that originally illuminated the square were smashed one by one by the magic wand. The darkness magnified people's fear. Visitors were screaming and running, and panicked shouts and voices echoed in the night sky.Cassandra looked at the chaotic scene in front of her, and only one sentence echoed in her mind: "There will never be a shelter from a storm at sea..."

No matter where she hides, Voldemort's shadow is always with her.

Cassandra took a shaky breath, the first time she had faced a Death Eater attack, the Dark Mark like a horrifying neon sign.At this moment, some Death Eaters spotted Gabriel and were running towards them—then streaks of burning red light shot at them.

Cassandra quickly pushed Gabriel away, hot spells flying past them, her blond hair blown about her shoulders as if blown by a strong wind.

"Are we going to end..." Gabriel said in a crying voice, "Why haven't the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic come? I can't beat the Death Eaters!"

She looked thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and the spells that could be used, except for the Impeding Spell and Stunning Spell, had no effective attacks that could stop the thugs.

Time seemed to have stood still. Facing the chaotic crowd and the Death Eaters clamoring for carnival, various thoughts flashed in Cassandra's mind.Is great power really a curse?Is it worth giving your life for what is right?

But not far in front of her are the victims struggling in pain, so many innocent and beautiful young Muggles were thrown high into the sky by pure-blood lunatics to torture them, their pupils are full of despair and incomprehension... Can anyone really say that Is this indifferent?

"It's 'you', not 'us,' to be precise," Cassandra whispered, "hold your wand and watch a really good wizard fight."*

Under Gabriel's stunned gaze, she walked towards the direction of the Death Eaters against the fleeing crowd. The red dress was fluttering in the night wind. From there he drew his holly wand.

"AtmosphereCharm (Thundercloud summons)!"

The author has something to say:

*This chapter adds the classic moth-egg skirt showdown in "Black and White Witch Cruela" for the following reasons: ① A fashion show was just needed, and Cruela's punk catwalk was too suitable for Death Eaters' carnival riots happened ② The Baroness and the prophecy Trelawney is the same actor, I think it has a sense of absurd fate ③ The omnipotent butler John feels like Alfred... I don't believe that there is no magic that can save Cruella from the fire;

*"Black and White Witch Cruela" is really a visual feast, it is recommended to watch.To sum it up, the rookie designer Cruela ruined the fashion career of the brutal baroness with violence, inspired Cassandra to use the same black magic to fight the Death Eaters, and find a generation of Dark Lords to solve the second generation of Dark Lords;

*A good news: the exam is cancelled, and the recovery day will be updated.

感谢在2022-01-0317:00:55~2022-01-0519:36:48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 Cai;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Bobo milk, mountain and sea view fog, white and tender bamboo shoots, 45400668, 1 Cai;

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