[HP] Missy and Mischief

To put it bluntly, the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest are like the Weasley twins' back garden.

Freedom of entry and exit (unless Hagrid kicks them out), planting flowers and plants they like (especially valuable potion materials), and occasionally some adventure notes (touching unicorn hair, chatting with centaurs) Talk about constellations or something).

Fred and George took a shortcut into the Forbidden Forest as usual.The fog in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night is even more foggy. It is a cold miasma, thin and faintly visible. The tall trees are hidden in the mist, and it is so dark that they cannot be seen clearly.

"Cassandra?" George called softly.

There was the howling of wolves in the distance, but there was no other sound, which made the silent night seem a bit strange.

Fred also put away his joking expression, and looked around nervously. It was still the familiar dark forest, but it was unreasonable.

Tonight is a full moon night, why didn't Snape, who used to come to the Forbidden Forest to pick potions, stay in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office instead?He couldn't help thinking wildly - the little secret of the old bats and their lovely Professor Lupine?

But at this moment, he suddenly heard George pointing in a low voice not far ahead and saying: "Fred, look over there, there is a strange flash of light in the open space."

Fred nodded slowly, clenched his wand tightly, his knuckles turned white, "Go and have a look."

They carefully pushed aside the bushes, stepped on the rustling leaves, and finally stopped in front of a tall lime tree.Next to the clearing under the trees was a puddle of violet semi-solid, almost dry.The purple liquid was spilled from that crystal crucible, there was no doubt about it.

"I remember it was Cassandra's cauldron," Fred joked in a tense moment: "I asked her in the first grade, would potions made from crystal cauldrons work better? Pu said it will only be more expensive, and three points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

George miraculously kept up with his brain circuit: "Hey, speaking of this...Hermione told me a Muggle story, a Muggle named Cinderella was enchanted by a witch with the unique glass slipper in the whole country. Prince. It seems that the witch has no glass slipper, only a crystal cauldron."

They put away the crystal cauldron carefully so as not to touch the fresh potion spilled nearby.Fred said calmly: "It's not something Cassandra can do to throw the cauldron here in a panic and wait for others to find out. She must have encountered something urgent."

"There are animal paw prints and human footprints on the ground. It looks like she's gone that way." George raised his lantern and looked around.

After a while, the two hurriedly followed the traces on the ground to the north side of the Forbidden Forest.

After about 5 minutes, the footprints became clearer and clearer, and the surrounding trees changed from dense to sparse. They saw the spiers of the castle. Just as George was about to ask if he was about to leave the Forbidden Forest, he heard Fred say He touched his robe, which was damp from the mist.

"Shhh, did you hear that explosion—someone screaming!"

Over the confused tree branches and the fence under Hagrid, they saw the blond witch being thrown down on the grass at almost the same time, her ankle twisted in an abnormal posture.In front of her was a huge, ugly monster that catapulted out a crackling explosion of flame from its tail, searing half of Kassandra's cloak.

But what was really worrying was that Cassandra's holly wand had been thrown out of reach, and she could only curl up and try to protect herself.

"Cassandra!"

"...Go away! I can handle it myself!" Cassandra heard their voices, and quickly looked up, her lake-green eyes widened, revealing imperceptible fragility and worry.

Obviously looking forward to being discovered and rescued by others, but he contradicts that he doesn't want to be seen in such a mess, his eyes have changed from arrogance and disdain to grievance——

"We don't think so, watch out!"

George quickly moved close to Cassandra, shielding her behind him.Feeling the slight trembling of the blonde witch's petite body and the fearful voice, he stuffed the lantern in Cassandra's hand, raised his wand, and looked at Fred——

"Don't! I got hurt because of the Blast-End Whelk's ability to reflect spells!"

Cassandra limply reached for her wand, but no one had the time to laugh at her antics, as the snail seemed enraged, its massive body swollen and ready to squirt Dangerous fireworks.

"Merlin's socks, you said this thing is a snail?" Fred made a vomiting expression. In fact, he really wanted to vomit. Powerful, it can be called a sewer that has not been cleaned for 300 years...

"You don't believe it? But that's what Hagrid did! He's hybridized these disgusting things—tails that emit explosive flames, and carapaces that deflect spells!" Cassandra said angrily.

George dragged her to narrowly avoid the erupting fireworks, and waved his wand to give them "armor protection". Fred shouted at her: "But it's impossible, there is only one that mutates like a brother." Sisters are different, what have you done?"

Cassandra explained hesitantly: "I just wanted to make this thing smaller, but there was a small problem with the potion...it turned into another effect..."

Fred threw a cutting spell at the snail's tail, but just as Cassandra said, the spell was thrown away by the hard carapace, and the nearby fence was blown to pieces.

George: "The effect is a disaster?"

"And it's not because you guys gave me a goddamn camellia! I just wanted to pay back a mini snail-"

"Think about it, miss! Is it invincible? I guarantee that Hagrid has successfully bred a XXXX-level creature that is as dangerous as a chimera." Fred yelled.

He had to jump up and down while casting some harmless spells, dodging flying colored spells in order to draw the snail's fire.Although both he and George were perfectly strong and tall as batsmen, magic and physical strength were rapidly declining, and soon Fred was sweating and panting.

"Healing as before!" Cassandra endured the severe pain and cast a healing spell on herself. Even George could notice the loud sound of bones snapping and her red eye circles.

She went on to say, "No creature is invulnerable... Weakness, what's the weak point of this damn thing--eyes? It doesn't even have a head! By the way...belly! Try hitting its belly against the ground--"

It was said that George and Fred showed the unparalleled tacit understanding of twins.

George took a deep breath and shook his wrist, calling out a strong hurricane curse in a low voice: "Whirlwind!"

The fried-tailed snail immediately seemed to be blown upright by a [-]-level gale. Many legs tried weakly to stabilize, but they were finally overturned to the ground and slid far away.

With the precise eyesight of a batter, Fred, before the snail curled up its soft abdomen, blasted the snail to pieces from the center with a "shattered body".

It flicked its spiky tail, let off a muffled squib, and eventually went stiff on all fours.

The scene was a mess, with scorched black traces of dead branches and leaves burned by flames, messy fences, turf and mud that had been lifted up due to rolling and spells... But no one paid attention to these.

"……ended."

They were all tired, with varying degrees of dirt and blood on their bodies, but the expressions on their faces were relaxed.

"We are still alive, thanks to Merlin." Cassandra's voice was hoarse, and she slowly let go of George's cuff, which she had been holding on tightly, although it looked like a wrinkled rag now.

Fred's blue eyes flicked over her disheveled dress, bloodied ankles, and slightly frizzed hair before breaking into an unceremonious laugh.

Although Cassandra didn't know what he was laughing at, she presumably looked extremely embarrassed now.She rolled her eyes weakly, feeling that her heartbeat had finally returned to normal, but her whole body was so sore, she just wanted to hurry back to the dormitory at the bottom of the black lake, and sleep full by the warm firelight of the fireplace.

"Next time, don't explore the Forbidden Forest alone." George picked up the broken lantern on the ground, and after recovering, he waved his wand to light it up.

"You almost died too! But...you are lucky, thank you." Cassandra said, turning her face away awkwardly.But swear to Merlin, she meant it.

Afterwards, Fred patted the leaves and dust stuck to his robe, and motioned Cassandra to lie on his back, "The injury on your foot is still not healed."

Cassandra kept her mouth shut when she refused, and only then did she realize that her ankle was swollen and painful, her expression froze, and she stretched out her arms around his neck in a strong sense of shame.

The Forbidden Forest was dark and gloomy when they came here, and it seemed that there were terrible monsters hiding, but when the three of them left, the mist cleared, and the gentle moonlight penetrated the overlapping leaves, weaving beautiful patterns on the ground, even the wind Gentle.

"To be honest, we really didn't expect you to be a frequent visitor to the Forbidden Forest. It would be a pity not to join us in finding unicorns and plucking them."

"I hope that the first person I see when I enter the castle is not Filch, nor is Mrs. Norris." George stuffed the last candy in his pocket into his mouth.

……

After a long while, Cassandra joined the unnutritious trash talk between them: "How did you escape the night patrol every day? How did you find out that I was in the Forbidden Forest?"

"...Don't pretend you didn't hear me, I know you are there."

"Oh, well...can't tell you just yet," said Fred.

"Woohoo——" George hung his long tongue under the influence of fat tongue taffy on his chest, turned his face to make a face at Cassandra, and managed to get a short exclamation and a punch on the shoulder.

The author has something to say:

①KaSa's potion deteriorated because the miasma in the Forbidden Forest changed the proportion of the potion;Slimming potions have a shelf life;

②Wizards thought that Cinderella's fairy godmother was a kind witch, and Snow White was a disease (the original words came from Ron);

③ On the night of the full moon, Snape was monitoring Lupine.