[HP] Missy and Mischief

The lights in Cassandra's rented apartment were not turned on.She dragged Fred and George back to her little hiding place, fearing that the messenger behind the dementors would press the Dark Mark and summon some snake-faced man.

"Seriously, Cassandra," George tried to explain helplessly, but Fred looked around with interest after he shrunk the Ford Mustang, "don't be nervous... there's no Death Eater disciples will find them."

George broke free of their clasped hands and put his arms around her, close enough to smell the wet rain on her blond hair.

Cassandra felt his breath coming closer, with the faint smell of fire and medicine from the decoy bomb. She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but her face was held.In the dim interior, George's blue pupils were like gentle lakes.

However, what he said was not so serious.

"A gallant knight deserves a little reward, doesn't he?"

Cassandra subconsciously closed her eyes as George got closer and closer.Her soft lips were crushed lightly, and the lips were slightly opened under the licking. He immediately kissed her passionately and uncontrollably, with the high bridge of his nose pressed against hers, and sucked heavily.

Cassandra felt that her lips were numb, and her slender fingers grabbed George's shoulders to push her away, but a tall and strong boy standing behind blocked her retreat.

Fred was more irrational and less measured than George.It has been more than half a year since he saw the blonde witch. He couldn't help leaning against Cassandra's neck, rubbing his frizzy red hair against her, as if to mark her with his scent, but couldn't help but To smell her familiar citrus aroma.

Heavy breath spewed on the side of Cassandra's neck, and she couldn't help turning her head to avoid the kiss of the person in front of her, but the person behind her would stick to her again, and her canine teeth bit her delicate earlobe gently.

"Don't hide."

……

Cassandra's thin white T-shirt had long been soaked by the rain, sticking wetly to her body, outlining a graceful outline, but it couldn't bring her a trace of coolness, only heat.

The deep kiss of a long-lost reunion is no different from that of a dementor. The heavy, anxious, and restless soul was sucked out, and she felt light and light, as if she had drunk too much Felicia and indulged herself in a passionate In an out-of-control kiss.

The rain on Fred and George has long since evaporated from the heat, and the much-maligned jacket has been thrown carelessly on the sofa.What dripped down their collarbones was not so much rain, for example, sweat.

Cassandra looked at them with moist eyes, and could even hear the twins' intense heartbeats, and their skin was burning hot against her.Only then did she realize how much she longed to hear her name being called from Gemini's mouth.

She was tightly bound by four powerful arms and couldn't move, kisses fell on eyelashes, cheeks and already red and swollen lips one after another.It seems that I still feel insufficient, and I am still exploring downwards.

Cassandra finally came to her senses, and angrily pushed the two large red hairs away.

"Wait, you haven't told me how you found me—"

"Because of this," Fred stretched his legs, pulled his dragon leather jacket, and took out a shiny, golden blood alliance pendant from his pocket, and handed it to Cassandra, "It must be a powerful magical contract. We drove around Paris like a headless Billywig in a sports car, and found out that the pendant gets hotter the closer it gets to you."

She took the blood alliance pendant, and was surprised to find that it was really warm, and could even feel a slight vibration, as if holding a warm heart.

"By the way, is there anything to eat?" He scratched his head. "The sandwiches we brought are gone."

She raised her chin and pointed the direction of the kitchen to the two hungry boys, hoping that they could use their appetite to satisfy their other desires.

After a while, George's voice came from the kitchen: "I have to say, your security measures are very complete, we know you are nearby, but we can't find you no matter what, but we found one who is also looking for you Death Eaters. Then you'll know—"

"We knocked the pig out and stuffed it in the trunk, then knocked the dementor flying," Fred added, grinning.

George put a plate of simple meals in front of them.The kitchen that the eldest lady has never set foot in has been brought into full play in his hands. The dried baguette is sliced ​​and fried in butter, served with asparagus, diced tomato, cucumber slices and honey sausage, and garnished with thyme, it becomes delicious. Madrid Tapa.

A flush of embarrassment crept across Cassandra's face.

But if it wasn't for going out unexpectedly, the twins wouldn't have found themselves.She forced herself to comfort herself in her heart.

"Let's rest here for the night, and leave for Hogwarts early tomorrow morning." George said, "Paris is no longer as safe as London."

Cassandra stuffed the last tapa into her mouth gracefully, and frowned upon hearing this: "Are you going to take me back to Hogwarts?"

Fred hesitated for a moment, but he still planned to tell her the information that the Order of the Phoenix has so far: "In addition to dementors, the mysterious man has also recruited giants and werewolves. Now in the whole of Western Europe, except Hogwarts, which he is afraid of, there is Dumbledore Sitting in town, there is no place that is completely safe."

"But it's called Hogwarts after all, not Eden." Cassandra retorted habitually.In fact, she seriously considered whether to return to England and accept the protection of the world's greatest white wizard, but there was one thing that kept her in doubt.

Her green eyes flickered for a moment before she said, "Before I go back to Hogwarts, there's one place I want to go... You all know the Chocolate Frog Card, right?"

"Chocolate frog card?" George was a little surprised. He didn't understand why the topic suddenly brought up wizard snacks. "I know, but we never collect those things. We split them up and sold them to others."

"..." Cassandra choked, and said angrily, "I just want to ask if you still remember the content of Dumbledore's chocolate frog picture."

"Well, he likes rock music and bowling?" Fred speculated.

George rolled his eyes. "It's chamber music and ten-pin bowls."

She put her whole arm into the pearly dragon leather clutch, rummaged through it for five minutes, and pulled out a thick stack of manuscripts, which looked like they could be compiled into a book.She pursed her lips, handed them to Fred and George, and explained to their inquiring eyes: "This is the manuscript I snatched from that woman Skeeter, and it happens that there is a part about Dumbledore. Content."

The twins took the stack of manuscripts with "Dumbledore's Life and Lies" on the cover, raised their eyebrows and began to flip through them.But the more they looked, the tighter their brows were, and Cassandra's voice sounded faintly from the side.

"...Although she is used to talking nonsense, lies must always be based on facts. I admit that I do have doubts about Professor Dumbledore's position. And it just coincides with the content of the chocolate frog picture,' Dumbledore Notable contributions include defeating the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in [-]'."

"But you know that what Rita loves most is digging out the secrets of celebrities," George commented in a low voice, and then looked up and said with a complicated expression: "And Dumbledore has indeed taken defeating the darkness as his mission for so many years."

Fred was a little more vehement: "That can't be true, Cassandra. Dumbledore never hurt a Muggle, and would never support You-Know-Who's evil reign. Think about it, if there wasn't He, we are already finished."

Cassandra took a deep breath, resisting the idea of ​​screaming: "I didn't question that he was from the dark side, but look at that letter from 1898! What he said to Grindelwald, and what we are talking about What's the difference between what's on the parchment?"

They carefully unwrapped the brittle, yellowed paper.I don't know what despicable means Rita Skeeter used to cheat this letter from Bathilda. It is credible that the circled handwriting is indeed very similar to the principal's signature on their admission letter.

"Gellert-

You mentioned that the wizarding rule is for the Muggle self-interest - I think that's the key point.Yes, we are endowed with power, and that power gives us the power to rule... We strive to rule for the greater good... This is the mistake you made in Durmstrang!But I shouldn't complain, because if you hadn't been fired, you and I would never have met.

—Albus. "

You and I will never meet again.

Fred and George's hearts set off turbulent waves.They did hear some of Dumbledore's outrageous behaviors from their parents (such as tattooing the London subway map on his knees, playing with lights out, etc.), and thought he was "crazy" at certain times, but never Including bearing the onslaught so clearly and directly.

He once had an intimate past with Grindelwald that he had to say?He wanted to overturn the Statute of Secrecy and establish a wizarding rule over Muggles?Merlin, it's really hard to imagine a dark wizard, Dumbledore.

But the young and arrogant red-haired Albus in the photo is far from the wise old man they are familiar with.So that Fred and George were unable to speak for a long time.

"I want to go to Nurmengard," Cassandra whispered, "and if I can't convince him to help fight Voldemort, ask him how he forced Dumbledore to do it."

"Yeah," Fred joked subconsciously, "we can't wait for Dumbledore to fall in love with Voldemort before fighting him, can we?"

………………

After a night's rest, they reached an agreement: go to Austria first.

With Flying Cars, this trip is so easy and simple that it doesn't even require much planning.Fred was very proud of the Ford Mustang he caught a glimpse of, and proudly told Cassandra that it could even reach a maximum power of 305 horsepower, which was faster than the Hogwarts Express, and that they could make it in one day. arrived.

"You're gone, what about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?" Cassandra asked, "although I'm glad you're not hanging by your necks in Diagon Alley for the Death Eaters to chop—"

George said: "Watch your wording, Miss Camellia. Bill quit his job at Gringotts and was looking after the shop for us, and Fleur—that's his fiancée was with him. They'd love to move away from home and live together, eh, Mom is not too happy with Fleur."

"Hate to admit it, but she's standing there and our business is better," muttered Fred. "Maybe we should get a shop girl when we get back—whoops, I'm just kidding."

Under Cassandra's coercion, the two of them changed out of their beloved green dragon suits and put on the same simple and light Muggle costumes as hers, and now they look no different from the student couples on the streets of Paris-except Too dazzling red hair.

The golden-red painted Ford Mustang galloped arrogantly through the streets of Paris, and drove all the way to Furstenberg Square.Fred aspires to drive more aggressively than the Knight Bus, and Cassandra threatens to put vomit sugar in his mouth if he doesn't drive slower.And George was trying to do something to poor Mr. Death Eater in the trunk.

By the time the tires squealed on the tiles after a hard stop, George's job was done.

Cassandra watched her dear Uncle Selwyn roll out of the trunk to the ground, smiled mockingly, and took the driver's seat firmly.

It's worth mentioning that the French Ministry of Magic quickly found out about the deeds being thrown at their door.But this Death Eater surnamed Selwyn didn't know anything except his own name. He seemed to have been fed some prank props, and kept shouting loudly:

"The Ministry of Magic is dumb!"

"Mafasa go eat shit!"

The Magic Injury Hospital was temporarily unable to do anything about it, so Selwyn's loud shouts continued from the Ministry of Magic to the hospital.But the prank candy is time-sensitive after all, and then his shout changed and became:

"Maphatha!" "Ministry of Magic!" "Shit!"

The author has something to say:

As soon as Gemini came back, the atmosphere began to relax.From now until the end of the plot, I would like to call it the wizard's journey...

Rita's manuscript can be seen in full in the Rita Skeeter Communications next door.

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