[HP] Missy and Mischief

Paris was attacked by Death Eaters!Dozens of Muggles witnessed the terrorist attack. The dark wizard Cassandra Wolflin exchanged fire with several Death Eaters and used the Unforgivable Curse. No one died at the scene of the conflict, and many people were injured.A few days ago, the French Ministry of Magic has launched a wartime emergency warning, and issued multiple arrest warrants overnight for several dark wizards, including Wolflin.

—The Daily Prophet, July 1996, 7

Apart from the troubled French Ministry of Magic, members of the Order of the Phoenix also learned of the Death Eater attack in Ladurie Gardens from the reprint of the "Daily Prophet".It has to be said that apart from the extreme methods and the spectacle, Cassandra's actions are actually very relieved, which has greatly dealt a blow to the recent arrogance of the Death Eaters.

"If you ask me, Malfasa is an idiot." Sirius taunted sharply, "But no one with a brain bigger than a walnut would let the more dangerous Death Eaters go without trial, but put Wolflin's wanted Orders are posted all over the street.”

"Maybe it's not that they don't want to, but those Death Eaters have turned into black coals that can't speak." Fred said darkly.

He was pinching a tricky telescope in his hand, and because he pinched it angrily, the telescope popped out with a heavy punch, almost hitting his tall nose bridge.

Throwing the binoculars aside in boredom, he looked around and found that Molly and Arthur were not there. He looked at Sirius expectantly, and asked in a low voice, "You know how to modify cars, right? I heard that Hagrid's A flying motorcycle is your masterpiece."

When the topic was suddenly changed, Sirius was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of nostalgia appeared on his face: "Hagrid told you? Well, when I was young, I used to ride a flying motorcycle with James, and sometimes I would go for a little ride. Play tricks on the Muggle police. Honestly, it was a carefree time."

"That's right," George chimed in, putting his leg off the table, "would you like to modify another car? Ever since that Anglia was wrecked by Ronnie Jr., we've been Want to get a new one."

Sirius narrowed his eyes and stared at these two exceptionally attentive boys: When Fred and George are very enthusiastic towards you, you have to be careful.

When he was dragged to the backyard of 93 Diagon Alley and saw the twins lift off a huge rain cape, revealing a brand new Ford Mustang sports car, Sirius knew that his prediction was right.

Fred and George wanted to refit the newly bought Muggle car, driving a sports car and singing songs to find a certain lady in France—they even asked the 4S shop to paint the car as Gryffindor Much golden red... so conspicuous as a lion with a golden mane.

Sirius sighed, he didn't know who he was thinking of, and said lazily, "I still can't understand, how can Gryffindor and Slytherin fall in love together?"

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In the eighth arrondissement of Paris, hidden in the doorway of an old apartment on a bustling commercial street, a "Muggle girl" in a white T-shirt and tight hot pants is bending over to check the wanted notice posted on the bulletin board.

In the photo, the blond girl looked at the camera with an expression of extreme indifference and arrogance, and a tear mole was clearly visible under her left eye.Below the photo is her name and charges: Cassandra Wolflin, student at the École Polytechnique, illegally conducting scientific experiments, setting rockets with copper wires in the Tuileries gardens causing lightning to strike the ground, causing massive massacres Casualties...

If someone carefully observes the girl in front of the bulletin board at this time, they will be shocked to find that she is very similar to the person on the wanted notice.

Yes, she is the Cassandra that everyone wants to find out.

In order not to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, Cassandra changed into an ordinary Muggle costume and tucked her brilliant blond hair into a peaked cap. Now she looks like the young people rushing by in the summer. difference.

"Hmph...a scientific experiment," she sneered and straightened up, "They really took great pains to cover up the magic world."

Ever since the night the Aurors had surrounded her with the ferocious Magorda cat, Kassandra had realized that it was harder to expect anything useful from the Ministry of Magic than a docile Blast-tailed snail.After apparating with a "bang", her magically overdrawn brain regained its composure in the dull pain, and at the same time, she thought about more problems...

Using the Cruciatus Curse can still be interpreted as a legitimate defense, but will Voldemort let her go easily after getting the news?This time it was the Death Eater who came, and next time it might be his real self, and Cassandra didn't dare to think about the consequences of being hunted down.

——If Gabi, Arman, and Jeffrey were implicated, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

Therefore, after Cassandra left a brief note at home, she left the apartment in the first district without hesitation.She changed out of her conspicuous red dress, and took the subway morning train in ordinary clothes the next morning, like a drop of water merging into an ocean of crowds.

Thanks to the large amount of francs that she habitually kept in her handbag, it took her only half an hour to rent an old-fashioned apartment, without even applying a confusion spell.

"I think it was aliens that attacked the show that night, because their appearance is different from that of the earth, they wore black robes, and they used lasers to catalyze the moth chrysalis on the Baroness's high-end clothing. Fortunately, someone with superpowers destroyed it with a magnetic storm over them."

A passerby's voice penetrated Cassandra's ears.It sounds like he was walking and chatting with a friend, and the topic of the discussion was the Tuileries Garden attack.

"Then isn't she 'a good neighbor to the citizens of Paris'? Anyway, the government posting a statement saying it's a scientific experiment is so funny, who would have a lightning rod in their hand? I'm sure there is a hidden one in France too." The Area 51..."

Cassandra secretly affirmed the opinions of passers-by. She felt that if Mafasa was willing to put down her body and go to the streets of Paris to listen to the opinions of Muggles, she would be fainted within three seconds.

She turned and left the notice board with the wanted notice, and returned to the old-fashioned apartment she rented.

Although there is an old atmosphere here, all the furniture and appliances are complete and look clean.Kassandra has placed a plethora of defensive spells around the house, not much less than Wolflin Mansion.

Safe guarding...all protection...warning against foreign enemies...the Charm of Loyalty...Under the influence of many spells, even if the Death Eaters really tracked down here, they can last for a while.

There's just one problem - she can't cook.

After two days of eating instant cereal and a baguette hard enough to be used as a self-defense weapon, Cassandra decided to go out to fill her stomach.She knew that there was a very delicious Chinese restaurant at the end of the street. If she hadn't been afraid of being monitored by the Ministry of Magic for traces of magic fluctuations, she would have used the Flying Charm to solve the food problem.

Unfortunately, the weather outside the restaurant changed just as she ate a bowl of refreshing chicken shredded cold noodles.The originally gloomy weather was shrouded in dark clouds. Tiny raindrops hit the windows, and traces of water snaked along the glass.

It's raining.

The originally hot temperature became cold due to the torrential rain, and Cassandra, who was only wearing a T-shirt, even felt a bit of chill.This is not normal rain. Apart from the big raindrops, there is also a cold and strange darkness attacking this area.

Cassandra walked out of the Chinese restaurant, the glass door closing behind her, and the rain intensified.An ominous premonition rose behind her—something was coming.

The sky covered with dark clouds became darker, and there was no one pedestrian on the bustling sidewalk, and the torrential rain hit her head heavily.The mild and pleasant night suddenly became bitingly cold, and the warm yellow lights from the restaurant behind seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and she was surrounded in the deep and silent night, as if being wrapped in a thick blanket by Voldebat.

This is impossible... how could it appear here...

Cassandra stopped where she was.

At the door of the apartment she originally rented, there was an evil creature wrapped in a black cloak floating high above the ground. Under the black cloak, she could not see her face or feet. It sticks out of its tattered sleeves.

The dementor seemed to sense her approach, and wobbled around.

She could feel her happiness disappearing little by little.

"Expecto Patronum!" Cassandra recited the spell instinctively, but only a few faint silver strands floated out of the wand tip and dissipated in the air.

Her internal organs were churning.

The Patronus Charm no longer conjures so smoothly and freely.It's normal to say that since 1996, the happy things in her life have become thin and fragile. In the cold rainy night, it has become difficult to summon the powerful Patronus.

"...Expecto Patronum (Calling Guardian)." This time the silver smoke became lighter, and the huge figure wearing a hood seemed to see her weakness and began to move towards this side.

—she couldn't pronounce the spell.

But the dementor was right in front of him, and there must be other Death Eaters controlling this disgusting monster.Cassandra seemed to feel a cold, rancid breath filling her nostrils, and the breath of death was approaching.

That's when she heard a loud whistle rip through the desperate air.She turned her head suddenly, and a Ford car crashed into the terrifying field created by the dementors with its dazzling high beams. Two silver-white magpies flew out from the car window. It was unclear whether it was a Mustang sports car or The power of the patron saint knocked the dementor away in an instant, and the flowing rain curtain was broken by the car, like a bead curtain lifted.

Cassandra wiped the rainwater off her face, subconsciously raised her wand, and a transparent umbrella made of rainwater formed above her head.Her eyes were full of light, because the car had the color of gold and fire, and it seemed to light up the world as it speeded by.

The faceless dementor swished away, and the surroundings returned to normal. The bustling commercial street, restaurants with warm lights, and street trees rustling by the rain dragged Cassandra back to the world.

Two identical tall young men got out of the sports car. Their red hair was wet from the rain, and they were wearing an ugly green dragon leather jacket. They were running towards her.

Cassandra dropped her wand hand.The transparent umbrella made of magic dissipated in an instant, and the torrential rain fell in an instant, and the cold raindrops hit her head, but no one cared about this, and she was hugged tightly by the twins.

She could feel their arms that were overstretched due to excitement, and she could also feel their real heartbeats and their rapid breathing on her neck.

- "If you need us, we will come to you."

The author has something to say:

Separation is for a better reunion.

[Tomorrow I will have a minor operation, and I will ask for a day off]

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