[HP] Missy and Mischief

"I'm really reluctant to give the map to Harry." Fred stared at the parchment next to the pillow, the nostalgia in his eyes almost turned into substance.

A map had been drawn in fine ink lines on old, well-worn parchment, with the inscription "Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Presented by Gentlemen of Aids to Magical Mischief-makers." Click Map*".

At this moment, a small black dot with "Peeves" written on it was jumping up and down in the abandoned bathroom on the second floor. Apart from that, almost every marked black dot was staying peacefully in the dormitory.

George: "Who's to say otherwise. Think how much we've avoided danger and had so much fun with it—"

"—but we've had the map for five years now, and I think it's time to pass it on to our nighttime successors."

George nodded and said, "I think Harry needs it very much. Every Hogsmeade Open Day, he is the only one left in the Gryffindor tower, waiting to be fed by little Ronnie and Hermione, like a A baby bird waiting to be fed."

"Oh, yes, you can go to Hogsmeade again tomorrow."

"I still remember our first year's innocence and carefreeness-the one who slipped to Hogsmeade from the secret road, and the fifth grade in a blink of an eye, and went to all seven secret roads in the middle of the night. But without a map, we will go to Hogsmeade. Watch out for Filch and the prefects."

"Fortunately, Cedric is our informant, and Cassandra also promised that for the sake of our accomplices, we will not expose our night tour under any circumstances," Fred exaggeratedly sighed, "I I have already begun to miss the time of playing hide-and-seek with her in the middle of the night."

George leaned back, slamming himself into the mattress, "The good news is, she's inspired us with another new idea. Miniature pets, what a genius idea, I wonder if our muse is divided." If you go to the wrong house, you will fall into the den of poisonous snakes, otherwise what a great progress our prank business will make-"

"That's right." Following his example, Fred also fell backwards into the Gryffindor's golden-red bed curtain. The mattress made an overwhelmed "creak" sound, almost waking up the snoring man. plum.But the snoring only paused for a while, he smacked his lips, turned over and continued to sleep.

Snoring, teeth grinding, and slight sleepiness, Gryffindor's dormitory played a harmonious symphony every night.As for the daytime, it is even more noisy. You have to raise your voice by eight decibels to have a smooth conversation with your friends in the common room, which is lively and lively like a large market.

Fifty feet below Gryffindor Tower, it was a different story.The common room of Slytherin House was dark and cold, with circular lights hanging from the ceiling, emitting a green halo, reflecting the stone walls in green tones.Because there are not many students, the corresponding is not so jubilant.

Slytherin's dormitory is the same as the lounge, with lake water outside the transparent glass windows, occasionally fish schools, Grindyllos and giant squid tentacles swim past the window, mysterious and unpredictable.There is also a beautifully carved fireplace in the bedroom, a fire is burning under the table, and the sparks of the firewood bursting will make a slight "crackling" sound.

In the past, Cassandra would not have noticed these small voices at all, but now it was a quarter past twelve, and she was still sleepless, and even the sound of her own breathing kept drilling into her mind.

She stroked the fine scars on her hands with each other, but she couldn't find peace no matter what, and the scene of the day appeared in her mind like a revolving lantern.

"If I continue to recall the embarrassing scene, I may not even think about going to sleep tonight. I should forget everything that happened today..." Cassandra tried to convince herself.

"But those stupid words and stupid things are all your own doing." The other villain in her head, representing reason, retorted grimly.

In the end, reason prevailed, and Cassandra couldn't help herself from thinking about what happened in Professor Snape's office during the day——

This week is the last week of Hogwarts employment consultation month, and the honorable dean of Slytherin intends to arrange all the students with excellent grades to be interviewed in the last batch.Perhaps because his patience had been honed by the splendens-filled idiot, Cassandra was a little flattered when he gently asked her to "sit in the chair across from me."

You must know that when you come to the Potions class to improve the class, Dean Snape will only roll up his thin lips and order, "Why doesn't Miss Wolflin put her noble ass on the chair, she is waiting Invited by her humble Potions master."

There are many colorful brochures in front of them, the one closest to Cassandra is St. Mungo's leaflet, the sign of crossed bones and magic wands is very conspicuous, followed by "Warmly welcome top students of wizards to come to our bank Gringotts for Job as Curse Breaker", Ministry of Magic brochures on "Finding Fun at the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters" "Welcome to the Accidental Reversal Team"...

The Muggle liaison flyer was still on hand by Head Snape, apparently neither of them believed that a Slytherin student would choose the job.

Professor Snape said: "Withdraw your attention, Wolfflin. I think we all know the purpose of this interview, to save time, and to talk about your vision for future employment."

Cassandra originally wanted to say what she expected to do at the Ministry of Magic, but after stepping into the office, she regretted it.

Do you really want to deal with those useless bastards, and then spend the rest of your life trying to be the Minister of Magic?

"No idea?" Snape's black eyes were fixed on her.

"Uh——" Cassandra said in frustration, "Yes, Professor, I haven't actually made up my mind whether to pursue herbal medicine research or something else."

"No surprise. It's too much for you little trolls under the age of 15 to think about your future career." Snape hissed, frowning.

"But you became Hogwarts' Potions professor at the age of 20, and you are also the youngest dean ever." Cassandra retorted habitually.

"...It's a special period. And your poor professor has no plans to retire at the moment, I suggest you find another job first, and then consider replacing me as the dean of Slytherin."

Cassandra gaped.

In front of the Snake King of Slytherin, it is wrong to say too much, but it is also wrong to say less, it is best to shut up.

"In view of Sprout's repeated emphasis on your excellent performance in herbal medicine and your passable transcript, I suggest you apply for a special breeder at the American Plant Kingdom Company...or if you want to stay at Hogwarts, Herbal Medicine Teaching assistants are also a good option.”

Speaking of this, a malicious light flashed in his eyes, and he said like a joke: "But no matter what, I hope you don't give me the ridiculous and outrageous employment direction of 'magic trick master', I don't have Mag Professor's tortured strong nerves."

Cassandra realized immediately that he was referring to the Weasley brothers.Those two guys who really see pranking as their life's work.Although she still couldn't understand it, when she heard other people's contemptuous comments, she felt a burst of nameless anger rushing up.

She muttered under her breath, "...but the Weasley brothers are very good at inventing spells, which is an extremely high and rare wizarding talent."

Professor Snape paused.He stared at Cassandra like a student who knew him for the first day, as if she had just made a joke about "Voldemort dancing a hula in garter stockings".

"Oh... I don't know when Gryffindor and Slytherin are so close that you need to defend them, or that Miss Wolflin felt that her ordinary work was no longer enough to satisfy her, and she wanted to put her great 'Wizard Talent' used?"

"I'm not, I mean—"

"One last thing to remind you, keep all your excellent grades, if NEWTs. can also get twelve O's, I think any job will open the door for you." Professor Snape interrupted her, "Now, from My office is gone."

……

I must be crazy.

Cassandra tried to drive the memory out of her mind, staring blankly at the silver-green drapery.

She left the office feeling like a stone had dropped in her stomach, and she didn't even notice that she bumped into two Gryffindor know-it-alls on the way.If it was the past, she would definitely find out all the anomalies.

The author has something to say:

①Employment guidance should have been completed within the first week of the summer semester, but I changed it to the month before Christmas;

②Wizard talents are innate, and only a small number of wizards have them, such as Tonks' Disguise Magus, Queenie's silent Legilimency, and the hero and heroine of this article.