[HP] Missy and Mischief

The level of Sirius Black's transformation of Muggle seats is nothing to say.

After the engine roared like a lion, they got farther and farther away from the bustling streets of Paris. In just a few tens of seconds, the whole city shrunk below them, misty and rainy, and shimmering light.

And in the short three hours that Cassandra took the steering wheel, they almost crashed into two Muggle airliners and three birds (one of which was planted firmly on the front window, struggling to flap its wings backwards. direction flew).

Fred grabbed the rear armrest of the car and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Are you sure—really—you can drive!"

"...I'm learning!" Cassandra refused to admit that she couldn't, and said through gritted teeth, "But we can't completely rely on the GPS on the car to guide us to fly in the sky! What, follow the Muggle road? Use your brains to lower the clouds range would be discovered, again violating the Secrecy Act—"

"Little Ronnie did this, and Dad paid a large fine." George muttered, pointing to the silver button under the dashboard: "This time the stealth switch is good, it's always on. "

"But you can't keep flying at 200 yards, what if there is something similar to Whooping Willow hidden in the clouds? I heard that a wizard named Jack planted peas that could grow into the sky..." Fred said .

Cassandra rolled her eyes forcefully, staring in the rearview mirror.

She still couldn't believe that she just followed the two Gryffindors and used an outrageous and exciting way of transportation to get rid of the Ministry of Magic's search.

She didn't expect them to come to her.The twins didn't care about the influence of the arrest warrant at all, but thought it was "really cool", and even wanted the French Ministry of Magic to send them two.

It was not so much the dark clouds hanging over England that worried her, but the loss of contact in England that caused her pain.After leaving London, she thought she would never see the Weasleys again, and Cassandra Wolflin's name would only appear on the French Ministry of Magic's register of immigrant wizards.

But here they are.

They were flying at an altitude of [-] feet, with white cold clouds and a slightly harsh sunlight outside the window. Behind her were Fred and George, the boyfriends who had just removed the word "ex".

Fred gripped his wand in his free hand: "The Pointing Charm says we should fly east."

"Smart, buddy." George yawned. "Won't three hours of direct sun be enough for you to realize we're heading east?"

They seem to be in another world.The Ford Mustang galloped across the fluffy sea of ​​clouds, and the sky was an intoxicating blue, bright, open, and boundless under the dazzling sun.

Occasionally, when I fly high above the ground, I can see large green fields, towns composed of colorful blocks, sapphire-like lakes, and criss-crossing road and railway lines, like curved spaghetti.This is undoubtedly the most beautiful way to travel like a dream: driving a cool sports car through swirling, towering white clouds.

However, good journeys are often accompanied by accidents.

After flying for another hour or so, the sun gradually sank below the clouds, dyeing the sea of ​​clouds from snow white to light pink and light orange.They hadn't reached their destination yet, but somewhere on the dashboard a dangerous red light came on, accompanied by a loud "Drip! Drip! Drip!" sound.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, and slightly released the accelerator, but the siren still didn't disappear, instead it became more and more urgent.

Fred and George looked at each other anxiously.

"Did you oil it?" Fred asked.

"No, maybe he's just tired," said George, "after all, he's never flown so far before..."

Cassandra took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to turn around and cast a curse on each of them, tried to ignore the speed of the car that could not be raised on the dashboard, and flew under the clouds.

But the car began to tremble, and the wipers no longer frequently wiped the raindrops from the front window. The wet water marks completely blocked the sight, and it was almost impossible to see what was on the ground.

"Come on, help," Fred began trying to convince the car, "give us a moment to get down to the ground, please."

"I've heard Muggles slap a machine when it's about to break—"

George leaned over and hammered the console hard, and it turned out that not only him, but also the hood groaned and spewed out puffs of steam.

The fuel consumption was faster than they thought, and after the alarm completely stopped, the engine shut down.

The outline of the city on the ground is rapidly enlarged, and the silhouettes of villas and religious buildings have already appeared.It was also raining in the city, and there were large clouds gathered under the dome. If there were no dark clouds to cover them, maybe they could adjust their direction better.

"It's kind of bad/not great," said Fred and George in unison.

"Damn it," Cassandra murmured, "is it too late to ask if you have brooms in your car?"

The fall was speeding up, faster and faster, heading straight to the park on the ground, and now they could somewhat understand the feeling of that poor bird just now.

Cassandra clenched her lower lip and turned the steering wheel to the right. The front of the car turned to the other side, scraping piles of camping tents, flying over the Muggle Park, and falling towards the outside of the city.Flying over palms and olive trees, over squares...

In the end, she let go of the steering wheel directly, tightly squeezed the wand and repeated "Arresto Momentum (shock reduction and speed reduction)" repeatedly.Fred and George were also repeating the same action. In the end, the Mustang sports car just made a loud landing impact noise, bumped them a few times and landed, splashing large swaths of muddy water.

"Are you all right, Cassandra?" George asked.

"Thank goodness," said Fred, fondling the door, "you have better luck than your Anglia brother."

………………

Betty Higgs is having dinner with her parents in a villa on the outskirts of Lugano, Switzerland.After dropping out of Hogwarts, the family lived here in seclusion.

There was one person missing at the dinner table. Terrence was working overtime at the Ministry of Magic at the moment. Because of the increasing frequency of Death Eater attacks, the workload of the Accident Reversal Office was also increasing. Sometimes they had to revise hundreds of Muggles overnight. Memory, so that they believe that they "do not have such a relative."

Mrs. Higgs is discussing with Mr. Higgs all kinds of news from England these days: "I heard that the eldest son of the Weasley family is engaged to a French witch. They haven't even known each other for less than a year."

"This is also normal," Mr. Higgs shrugged and said, "After the mysterious man came back, everyone felt precarious. Marriage matters that required time and careful consideration were all hurriedly decided. During the last time the mysterious man ruled, everywhere Some people elope..."

Betty's hand holding the table knife trembled, and scratched the plate harshly, "Stop discussing the mysterious man."

Even in Switzerland, the shadow of terror created by Voldemort hangs over them.Speaking of Weasley, it will undoubtedly remind Betty of her proud blonde witch friend——

A loud "bang" interrupted her thoughts, the sound was louder than thunder, as if they were hit by a giant hammer outside their window.Betty immediately looked at her parents anxiously.

"I'll go and have a look at the window." Mr. Higgs protected his wife and daughter behind him, and cautiously approached the floor-to-ceiling windows blocked by thick curtains.

It was almost dark outside, and the rain was still falling.Mr. Higgs quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and was shocked to find that a Gryffindor-colored Muggle car had crashed into his garden, with the front wheels sunk in the soft dirt.

"Hey!" He gasped, clutching his heart and looking at the lovage, two-eared grass and sneezeweed that Mrs. Higgs planted, most of them were crushed to pieces.

Fortunately, three young people quickly got out of the car, two tall boys with red hair and a girl with blond hair.They were all wearing Muggle clothes, but they were quick to help him clean up the garden with their wands, and one of the girls even did a timely rescue of the herbs in their house.

A red-haired boy waved his magic wand, shrunk the car, rubbed it on his clothes, and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. The girl seemed to say something dissatisfied, and he immediately apologized, and then gave him a kiss with a playful face——

Did they come to elope?Mr. Higgs thought that he subconsciously connected them with what his wife called "the Weasley boy and a French witch".

"It's not the Death Eaters, it's the flying car of three young people that fell into our garden." He waved his hand and said.

"Let's go and have a look." Betty suggested.

How decent!Mr. Higgs opened the hinges on the door and thought angrily, even if Mrs. Weasley was dissatisfied with their marriage, she couldn't just elope with a girl from a good family!

Betty followed behind him.Almost as soon as she opened the door, she recognized the three young men in the rain.

Her whole body froze, her soul seemed to float out of her body, and the voice of her father asking who they were seemed to be floating from far, far away.

"Forge and Jored, and our distant cousin Sandra." One of the red-haired young men, Fred, leaned against the door frame and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but we need food and gasoline, we can Take Galleons in exchange."

He poked George, and immediately he found out of nowhere a small bag full of shiny gold coins beyond its normal capacity.

Mr. Higgs snorted heavily through his nostrils, and looked them over carefully, "Trying to lie to me, huh? I saw it from the window, you kissing your 'cousin Sandra'-- "

— "Grace!" Mrs. Higgs's voice sounded terrified behind them, "do you feel the ground shaking?"

Mr. Higgs immediately stopped talking, feeling something.And the three young men opposite him also realized something, and looked towards the northeast with solemn expressions.There was a rumbling sound similar to thunder, but rhythmic, like—

"It's like a giant is walking!" Betty and Cassandra said in unison.

Betty could feel Cassandra giving her a strange look, probably wondering why she had such a tacit understanding with a brown-haired girl she had never met.But she made up her mind not to explain to her parents that she actually knew them.

Hey, hey, hey.

The dull and loud vibrations became louder and louder, to the point where no one could ignore them, as if a group of wild African elephants were rushing from afar...

But there is no such thing in Western Europe and Northern Europe, only——

Mountain trolls and their llamas.

For a moment, all the Hogwarts students present remembered the giant monster that broke into the Great Hall on Halloween in 1991: a huge twelve-foot body, a coconut-like bald head and thick legs, flat, rough Calloused feet, and that disgusting stench...

"Why are there so many giant monsters?" Mr. Higgs stared dumbfounded at the large black shadows in the distance and the horned camels rampaging in front of them. "They should be in Scandinavia!"

They were getting closer in the troll, close enough to see their dull skin, gray as granite, and the sticks that stood out in their hands.

"I'm sorry everyone." Fred and George looked at each other, and found a few Peruvian stealth smoke bombs out of nowhere, and they flew around, covering the entire villa in thin smoke.

"It's the troll guards!" Betty bit her lip, and also released "Clouds and Mist", trying to prevent the trolls from seeing the house closest to them. "I heard that the Germans trained a group of smarter trolls. Serving as security guards for the Gringotts sub-vault and the Ottoman wizarding prison."

"But—but why don't they just stay there?" asked Mrs. Higgs.

"Because Voldemort needs their power." Cassandra said calmly, "The dementors in Azkaban have also been used by him. Although the trolls have no brains, they are more powerful."

Hearing this name, the Higgs family shuddered.

The villa was shrouded in smoke, but the galloping horned llama didn't care what was in front of it, and went on a rampage, flying the Higgs' garden fence.

Mr. Higgs' heart was bleeding.But soon, he had no time to feel pity, because two giant monsters keenly discovered that there was something hidden here.The desire for raw meat overwhelmed the mission corresponding to the Dark Lord's call, and they walked towards this side with grunting noises from their mouths.

"How to do?"

"The heads of the trolls are very fragile and cannot withstand a beating. We can knock them out and wait for the Ministry of Magic to come and clean them up." George said.

"That's right, Ron has been preaching about fighting the troll for a whole year, and my ears are getting callused," Fred chimed in, "Both the petrifying spell and the stunning spell should work..."

"There are red hats behind them, and the protection must be removed first!" Cassandra frowned.

"I can help. If I modify their memory, will changing the destination of travel work?"

"Don't be silly," said Cassandra, "then they'll beat the Muggles to a pulp with their sticks, and it won't be us, it'll be someone else."

In the confusion, Fred and George grabbed two brooms (household brooms that stood up in the garden to sweep up fallen leaves), flew crookedly behind the troll, and cursed at the grinning red hat.

"When are you going to be normal—redheads!" Cassandra yelled sharply.

Betty sighed, "Let's deal with the horned camel first. Colloportus (imprison quickly)!"

Cassandra glanced at her, and immediately joined the fight with her wand drawn.

Mr. and Mrs. Higgs were barely able to help, and saw their daughter and these three young men team up to subdue the five-headed monster, as if this thing was an X-rated creature that can be seen everywhere!

"This creature weighs a ton, but why does it only have a little bit of booger in its brain?" Mr. Higgs said incredulously.

The next thing is very simple.Fred and George stunned the trolls with boulders with the masterful aim of batsmen, and Cassandra restored broken fences and gates, and even salvaged the herbs as best she could.

Betty piled the trolls together with a Levitating Charm, cleared their cerebellums of "serving allegiance to Voldemort," and introduced herself to them as "Beverly Sheekh" when her parents invited the three into their house for a night's rest. Kings".

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot about that." Mr. Higgs rubbed the back of his head.

The red-haired twins thanked them, and dragged Cassandra, who was still a little hesitant, into the small villa.The decoration style of the house seems to be quite old. There is a grandfather clock in the living room, and an old-fashioned piano is placed a little farther away, illuminated by a chandelier.

Mrs. Higgs said that they were actually British wizards who came here to take refuge. This house was bought during the First Wizarding War, so it looks old.

She went to the kitchen to make hot tea for them, and reheated a warm shepherd's pie that hadn't been much eaten.

Cassandra leaned closer to Fred and whispered disapprovingly: "We shouldn't just rent at the wizard's house, it will bring them other dangers."

"I cast some protective spells just now, which may not be as good as yours, but it's enough to deal with ordinary Death Eaters." Fred frowned and drank a whole bottle of cold medicine she stuffed, and at this moment, ridiculous words kept popping out of his ears. steam.

"And the danger doesn't come from you, but from the mysterious person." George said seriously, "You can't refuse all help just because you are worried that the people around you will be implicated."

Cassandra pursed her lips, "But maybe they didn't have to be enemies with Voldemort in the first place."

Their conversation was interrupted when Mrs. Higgs placed a steaming plate of food in front of them.Because they had just jointly resisted the attack of the troll, she looked extraordinarily friendly and kind.

The house is comfortable and warm, keeping out the rainstorm and cold wind, and the shepherd's pie tastes delicious enough that Fred and George even started to ask about its secret baking recipe.

The brown-haired little witch Beverly said: "You can sleep in the empty room on the second floor, and Miss Sandra can be in the room next to me with someone."

No one disputed the arrangement.

The twins walked into the bedroom yawning because they drank the cold potion. Mrs. and Mrs. "Higgins" also went upstairs to rest early. Only Cassandra sat on the cushioned sofa with hot tea in her hand, looking at the orange flame dancing in the fireplace, thinking of Gabby and the twins comforting her if.You can't refuse to stand with the people around you because you are worried that they will be implicated——

"Are you ok?"

It was Beverly who was standing not too far away from her and asked calmly.Her brown eyes flashed with very complicated emotions.

Cassandra subconsciously said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

Beverly lowered her eyelashes: "I guessed you would say that, Cassandra."

"You know who I am?"

"Of course, my parents haven't subscribed to the "Daily Prophet" since they left the UK, but I will read it," Beverly said sternly, pointing to a pile of newspapers scattered on the coffee table, "Your arrest warrant is still pending. It's up there."

"Then why didn't you report me to the Ministry of Magic?" Cassandra asked warily.

Beverly stared at her half annoyed and half helplessly and said, "Is there any reason for me to refuse the wizard who helped our family and dared to fight against the Death Eaters? But," she seemed to reorganize her words, and said calmly, "It is undeniable that if you are not here, I would not dare to confront them head-on."

Wizards truly as brave as the Order of the Phoenix were, after all, few, Cassandra thought.Most wizards will still choose to go to a foreign country like Beverly—or she used to be, to avoid the bloody rule of the Dark Lord.

"Did I know you before?" Cassandra asked, "You give me a familiar feeling, as if I've seen it somewhere."

"...No, this is the first time we've met."

Cassandra coughed twice and asked some offensive and impolite questions for herself.But Beverly went on to say: "Maybe fate brought you here...I'm sure we'll see each other later. It's getting late, go to bed."

Seeing her sincere and gentle brown eyes, Cassandra nodded involuntarily.

After she went upstairs, the brown-haired girl sighed softly.

Early the next morning, it was sunny after the rain.

The fuel-filled Mustang set off again with three people on board, headed for Austria.Neither Fred nor George dared Cassandra to touch the steering wheel this time.The kind Higgs family provided them with a lot of food and water, enough for them to return to England from Austria.

As the car gradually lifted and flew towards the dazzling clouds, Cassandra seemed to remember something, and she stuck to the window and looked at the brown-haired witch who shrank into a small dot and stood on the porch watching them.

"I know who she is...she's Betty," Cassandra murmured, "Betty Higgs!"

"Who's Betty?" George asked.He was trying absently to get as fast as Cassandra in three seconds, but he couldn't figure it out.

"……Is my friend."

Looking at the cotton-like clouds outside the window, she smiled slightly.

The author has something to say:

Switzerland is a country that must pass through when traveling from France to Austria.

感谢在2022-01-0921:22:17~2022-01-1021:34:09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 angels who threw mines: You, Antis, Bobo Milk 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of cookies; 5 bottles a year from the name; 86235642 feet, 1 bottles; I don’t know what to call it, the noble studio, the flowers are not falling, and the little one mixed with Europe and the United States [-] bottle of goldfish and Chiba;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!