[hp] Pride and Prejudice

"I must have been kicked in the brain by a troll."

Aura thought regretfully.

Otherwise, she would come out alone like this, with big bags and small bags, how could she do it alone! ?

But thankfully, she made it to Mrs. Moses' robe shop, which probably didn't require as long a line.

As soon as she entered, she saw a small platinum head held up to be measured by a ruler——

Thanks to the relationship of pure blood, she and this childish ghost are childhood sweethearts.

"Ola!" Draco yelled.

She heard it.

Ola also stood up and took the measurement with the ruler together with Draco.

"Draco, why are you stretching your neck out like a Bowtruckle?" She mocked him.

Draco looked puzzled: "What?"

"It's nothing," she disdained to explain to the deaf man, "you came alone?"

"How is it possible? I came with my dad, and he helped me buy other necessities. Running alone would be exhausting, and I'm not a troll. Where did I get so much strength..." He immediately chattered.

Immediately afterwards, she saw her face as if she had swallowed booger-smelling beans.

"You didn't come alone!" Draco finally wasn't a giant monster.

She snorted, "I thought I could."

"I thought... I bet you'd be in Gryffindor, you look exactly like them with this brainless look," Draco scolded.

Aura said unconvinced: "But you just asked me what is in my brain. If I don't have a brain, how can I use it?"

"I don't want to argue with you about this, Ola," he said angrily.

Otherwise, the two of them will quarrel again, this is not Malfoy Manor, he can't quarrel with Ola outside and be laughed at by others.

At this time, there were some noises outside, a boy in tattered and very oversized clothes, not as good as a house elf from the Egil family, walked in, and he nodded politely and distantly at them.

Ora shut up too.

She doesn't want outsiders to come and see the joke.

Draco had learned his lesson with Ola, and he spoke directly to the little boy.

Ola stood by, not knowing what they were whispering at first—oh, it was Draco's one-sided chatter, the poor little boy didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Do you like Quidditch?" she heard Draco ask.

The boy was a little confused: "What, what?"

Seeing his appearance, Draco frowned: "Are you the same as us?"

"Does that mean your parents were wizards?" she added.

"Oh, oh, yes," said the boy.

Draco's face became brighter: "That's good, I say that Hogwarts should be like Durmstrang, only accepting pure blood, otherwise how can you learn magic well."

This time, the little boy's complexion was not good.

He pursed his lips, as if he didn't understand.

Hmph, Draco also said she couldn't speak.

"Did you come alone?" Ola directly took the topic.

Draco was angry: "Ola, don't you think I don't know what you want to do? You would rather invite someone you just met than invite me to go with you."

"Obviously you didn't talk to me first." She wanted to refute.

wrong.

It seemed like she couldn't leave him.

Ola switched to a teasing strategy: "We've known each other for so long, can't you give each other some space?"

"What are you talking about?" Draco frowned.

Ola pretended to be distressed: "You are so close to me, I can hardly breathe. Isn't the foundation of love trust? Can you do well if you don't trust me like this?"

Draco's face flushed as fast as the naked eye could see.

"O, Ola, are you under the Imperius Curse?" He asked with a blushing face.

Aura said deliberately: "I would rather be hit by the Imperius Curse than see you who don't trust me..."

He blushed more and more.

"Stop it, I know you don't want to be with me!!" Draco took the bag from Mrs. Moses and ran out as if running away.

Ola pursed her lips, feeling bored.

She turned her head, "Are you alone?"

The boy obviously hadn't accepted the girl whose face changed so quickly, but he still responded with conditioned panic: "Yes, yes. I came with Hagrid, but I don't know where he is now? He should come back to me. "

That is unwilling.

Ola couldn't believe it. Boys loved her pretty face, and she had never been rejected.

"You, are you alone?" He asked a little unsure.

really!

Ola blinked: "Of course."

"Then I'll ask Hagrid later if you can come with us."

Who is Hagrid?

If it was a half-breed or a mudblood, she would have to think about it.

"Thank you, I'm Ola Egil."

She looks like an angel.

"Nice to meet you," the boy said carefully, "I'm Harry Potter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ola almost screamed.

Her mouth could have swallowed a whole chocolate frog, but years of upbringing made her hold back.

"Oh, it's okay." Ola swallowed quickly, and went to hold Harry's hand with a sweet smile.

Living savior!

Draco, thanks to you leaving early, she was able to hold the hand of the living savior!

This is the idol she has seen since she was a child, the eternal first protagonist of fairy tales.

But isn't what he's wearing too shabby?

Ola frowned and swore: the savior must be friends with her.

Cool isn't it?

Ola took her clothes and waited to go out with the Savior, but her brother Ellen was watching her at the door.

Allen was also surprised: "I thought you had no friends."

She let out a sigh and regretted, "Harry, I can't be with you anymore. I'm going to Diagon Alley with my brother."

Harry said goodbye politely, and hurried into a giant.

Ola understood, oh, is this the special treatment of the savior?

"Hagrid?" Allen frowned.

Ola asked, "Do you know him? Do you want to go over and say hello?"

His expression was subtle: "Forget it, he is an employee of Hogwarts, we will get to know each other."

Her brother was a third year Slytherin.

Ola nodded obediently.

In other words, as Hagrid, her brother must have looked down upon him.

However, fortunately, Alan is here, otherwise Ola would definitely not be able to move things.

Holidays are fast.

For example, within a few days, she arrived at platform nine and three-quarters, waiting for the train.

"Ellen, will you sit with me?" she asked.

Allen touched her head: "You should be with your friends."

But her friends don't want to be with her!

When Dracopansi and his gang were nowhere to be found after turning around the boxes, Ola was indignant.

Not long after, she saw a small figure in a blue shirt with a white owl, who was struggling to push the cart into a small box.

Ola suddenly had an idea and went directly to the savior.

Maybe he will be envied by those people.

Ola knocked on the door and cut to the chase: "Harry, can I sit with you?"

The savior looked at her in surprise, and said hesitantly, "I'm not very honored."

"Who is she?" The red-haired boy nudged him.

"My name is Ola Egil." She said proudly.

As soon as Ola sat down, she felt a little stiff in the box, but she was used to it, because men are like this when they see beautiful women, um, yes, stiff.

"My name is Ronald Weasley." The red-haired man said.

But their atmosphere was too awkward.

"Harry, can you give me a snack?" She looked at the mountain of snacks in front of the savior.

He said politely, "Yes."

The savior is so generous.

Ola took a chocolate frog and couldn't wait to tear open the card.

"Oh, Dumbledore," she muttered, "it's the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I haven't even collected the cards yet."

"I've collected it all," Ron boasted. "There are only a few left."

She snorted coldly, what's so great about it.

At this time, the box opened, and Draco commanded Goyer arrogantly, frowning: "Ola, why are you here, do you know how long I have been waiting for you in the box?"

"You still have the nerve to say it." Aura said, "I will not let anyone tell you not to come to me."

This path is too complicated.

It was dangling again.

"I thought you didn't get on the train, but I ran to sit with a famous person." He remembered the business, and stretched out his hand to the savior, "You are Harry Potter, and my name is Draco Malfoy."

Before the Savior could react, Weasley laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Draco was furious, "Oh, red hair, old robe, my dad told me that you must be Weasley, do you think my name is funny? Your family can't even afford to raise children gone."

He turned to the Savior. "Some wizarding families are always better than others."

The savior said indifferently and politely: "I think I can tell the difference between good and bad."

He doesn't seem to eat this set.

"You!" He was almost annoyed, "You're still here, Ola!"

"Malfoy, can you stop talking to Ola like that!" The savior frowned.

"Ola? She's Egil!" Draco said angrily, "Come back to Ola with me, don't sit in this kind of person's box, let's go quickly."

How could she abandon her long-time friend just because of the name of the savior?

After some struggle, Ola stood up.

"Potter, you can call me Egil from now on." She left in a hurry without saying a word.

"How did you meet him?" Draco couldn't help throwing a fit at her.

She was also angry: "Isn't it just a robe shop?"

"You are not allowed to talk to him in the future." Draco said brutally.

"Okay." She was helpless.

Draco is so childish.

As soon as they got to the box, Pansy leaned over nervously, "Oh, Ola, where the hell have you been? Draco is going to drive Goyle and Crabbe down to find you."

"She can sit with the famous savior." Draco dissatisfied.

Ola said deliberately: "Yeah, we almost became best friends."

Draco didn't hear what she said clearly, he walked angrily in the box, while still resenting the savior's ignorance of him.

"I've decided," he said at last, "when the savior enters the school, I must make him look good. Will you join me or not?"

Goyle and Crabbe were the first to raise their hands, and then the small cake they snatched from the Savior's box fell to the ground.

"Join." Pansy raised her hand, she found it very interesting.

Even Theodore, who had always been at odds with Draco, nodded.

Only Ola is left.

Draco looked over.

Ola immediately closed the "World Quidditch Fan Daily": "Okay!"