[hp] Pride and Prejudice

The next day, the new Slytherin team came to the training ground in high spirits, wearing green training uniforms and holding new brooms.

"We have a new broom this time, and we will definitely beat Potter to pieces!" Draco whispered to her as he walked, and he was full of fighting spirit when he was just selected. "You have to practice Ola well, you can't lose to Gryffindor."

Ola said impatiently, "I know."

I've said it several times.

Draco suddenly saw something and touched her with his elbow: "Hey, the savior Potter is over there."

Ola glanced casually, and saw that the Gryffindor lions in red training suits were all holding worn-out brooms, and only Potter was holding a Nimbus 2000 ostentatiously.

"Go, trouble him." She whispered.

But the captain of Gryffindor came out angrily first: "Flint! This is our training time! We got up early! Please get out!"

Flint smiled meanly and said, "No, this place is so big."

"And we have a note specially signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor S. Snape, have allowed the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seekers and Hitters." Allen read aloud.

"You added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where is it?"

All the people in Slytherin stood sideways, two short and proud figures appeared in the tall crowd, and Gryffindor's face suddenly became bad (especially Potter), but Wood laughed out loud .

"Four second years, Flint." He was overjoyed. "Slytherin will lose to us now."

The stupid lions laughed.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" one of the Weasley twins said in disgust.

"It's interesting that you actually mentioned Draco's father," the entire Slytherin team laughed even more complacently. "Then please take a look at the gift he generously gave to the Slytherin team."

They all held the brand new Nimbus 2001, which glistened in the sun.

"The latest model, just came out last month."

Allen stared at the sweeping seven stars in the hands of the Weasleys, and pointed out: "Use them to sweep the floor."

They all laughed.

The faces of the Weasley twins were as red as their hair.

Granger and Weasley came too.

"What's the matter, why don't you play?" Weasley asked.

Draco said desperately: "I'm the new Seeker of the Slytherin team, Weasley. Just now everyone was admiring the broom my dad bought for our team."

Sometimes she just wanted to punch Draco's showy tone.

Granger retorted: "There's nothing to be jealous of, at least none of them got in with money."

enough!She is very clear about Draco's strength, why should these two people come out of nowhere to judge him!

Ola defended him almost immediately: "Keep your mouth shut, Granger. When I hit Potter's head on the field, you'll know whether we came in with strength."

Draco gave her a grateful look.

"Don't talk to Hermione like that!" Silly baby Potter began to defend his friend.

His green eyes gleamed with disgust.

If it wasn't the only letter he received that summer vacation, he wouldn't have allowed Egil to insult him everywhere.

Ola almost thought of how Potter humiliated her.

Before she could speak, Draco spoke first: "That's none of your business, you stinky little mudblood!"

He finally said what he had said so many times.

Ora wasn't quite sure how serious what he said was, but it soon became clear, as Johns of Gryffindor screamed "How dare he!" and the Slytherins guarded Draco, Afraid they would rush up and beat him.

Alan was also in front, and he looked at Weasley, who was about the same height as him, with haughty eyes.

Ola now understands that Flint doesn't want the juniors—

No one told him that the way the Slytherin school team warmed up was to fight Gryffindor.

They only have Flint, Puse and Allen on their side, and they can't beat them.

Little Weasley pointed his wand at Draco and yelled, "You'll pay for it, Malfoy!"

"Get down!" Aura shouted immediately.

Otherwise Draco would be crying for days.

The body's reaction was faster than the head's, and they lay down on the grass - it was all because she didn't bring a wand for training, or else Weasley would have tap danced on the grass.

Draco groaned under her weight.

Ora suspected that she should stand up and let him suffer, because at Weasley's level, the speed of casting spells and spells were not as good as her brother's.

"Ah—" Weasley screamed.

He fell on the grass, the green light hit him on the back, his broken wand broke, and Weasley lay flat on the grass, spitting out big shiny slugs over and over again.

Everyone took a step back.

Ora swears she also heard the Weasley twins laughing faintly.

Draco laughed too, and amidst their laughter, Granger and Potter carried him to the hunting lodge.

I was so engrossed in watching it just now that Ola forgot he was lying on top of Draco.Allen couldn't stand it anymore, lifted her skirt and lifted her up: "It's almost done."

Ola shook her head in discomfort, and Allen helped her cut her hair.

And Draco just got up from the ground, but his face was blushing suspiciously.

"That's funny, isn't it, Egil?" One of the Weasley twins—it must have been Fred.

"Of course—" Allen pouted, "Fred, if you don't think it's funny, it's because you've made too many mudblood friends—"

Fred Weasley said: "I warn you never to say that word again."

"I've said it for almost four years, you should get used to it." Allen narrowed his eyes unkindly.

That Fred Weasley grabbed his collar as if impatiently: "We had a fight over this last year. I said I can't call Angelina Mudblood anymore. Let's fight, Egil!"

"I've been calling a Mudblood a Mudblood," Allen laughed. "You'll have to get used to it, but I'd love to, because you were the one who entered the hospital wing last time—"

They threw their brooms back and walked further down the corridor, swearing.

With the disruption from Gryffindor, today's training was somewhat out of shape, so Flint had no choice but to go back to the distracted teammates—in fact, the reaction of the group of Gryffindors was also in her mind. Haunted for a long time.

She and Draco were walking down the road with broomsticks.

"I really don't understand what a Mudblood really means." Ola frowned, "At my home in Norway, my grandfather often used this term, and I always thought it was a very common, derogatory term for Muggle-born. "

The severity is about as damned as Merlin.

But looking at their reactions, I didn't expect it to be so vicious and serious.

Draco waved his hand: "It's nothing, anyway, it's just a common curse word, saying that their blood is not clean."

Apparently he didn't understand either.

"Granger was a Mudblood anyway," he muttered, "I'm not talking nonsense."

Ola thought that only when those ugly and swearing words came to her, would she know how hurtful they were.

"Draco," she said with difficulty, "you may have to apologize to Granger."

Of course, she knew that Draco and Granger apologized, she might as well let him quit the Slytherin school team.

Draco's face immediately looked like he had eaten a slug: "What do you mean?"

Olla recalled, thinking that Granger was like her, tears rolled in her eyes.

"I think Granger will be upset," Ola continued. "You shouldn't want to—I mean, at least she's a lady. Gentlemen have to respect ladies, don't they?"

Draco's face looked ugly: "Her, Granger? Ma'am?"

"Anyway, I don't regret it," he said arrogantly, "I'm not wrong."

But these words seemed to ignite the last fuse in Ola's heart.

She said sharply sarcastically: "Oh, yes, if gender can't make you respect women, what can make you respect? Why do you boys don't understand girls' hearts like this—"

Draco frowned: "Who, what are you talking about!"

"I'm talking about you!" Ora accused.

Draco was also angry, with a thin blush on his face: "Is Granger considered a lady? We are enemies with her, how can enemies get along in harmony?"

"Oh——" His face was clear, "Does it mean that you regretted making friends with me, you met the savior on the train that day, you were very happy, and finally became friends with the person in the book, tsk tsk -"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ola yelled.

His expression was ironic: "That's right, that's right, how wonderful, Potter has been fascinated by you since the first day - after he came out from Madam Malkin, he even invited you to go shopping together Well, we are together on the train, Merlin, this is the first time I discovered how beautiful Ola Egil is, and you were evaluated as a school belle when you came in the first grade."

"Draco," Ola said in a cold voice, "I don't mind going back to the Slytherin dungeon to give you a gift of silence."

Draco was also stunned by anger: "Okay, you go, tried the curse on me, you happened to ask the savior for a reward, and I'm going to tell the professor."

He chanted the slogan angrily, and stepped into the lounge directly.

Ola's face was also red and hot, she stared fiercely at the door, then turned and left.

She had fought with Draco before, too.

But not so serious.

Pansy just passed her with a pile of books in her arms, "What's wrong with you, Ola?"

She didn't want to talk anymore, she kicked her little leather shoes and walked up the stairs.

Ola was sad.

She ran all the way to the edge of the black lake with tears in her eyes (which must have fallen as she walked), where there was usually no one there, so she could cry aloud.

Aura kicked a stone into the water sullenly——

She took it for Draco's head.

A muffled voice suddenly came from behind: "Ola, what's wrong with you?"

It's Pansy.

Every time he and Draco finished arguing, she would come to her.

"What are you doing?" Ola said impatiently, "I'm sorry, Pansy, I mean can you stay away, I'm in a bad mood."

There was anger in every word she said.

But the girl was still standing where she was, with the same smile, as if she was just waiting for her anger to dissipate.

"Okay." Ola really turned around.

Her tone was much better, and she still threatened: "There will be no next time. Next time you come, I will tell you to cast a curse on you."

Pansy smiled, as if she could see that she was a vicious person.

She sat down, "what's the matter?"

"What's the matter? You should ask Draco," Ola blushed angrily, "He said that I support the savior, I'm the savior's lackey, I'm for him—"

Ola cried again angrily: "If it wasn't for Draco's mother and my mother being friends, I would have left this egomaniac a long time ago. Potter is a savior after all. Although Granger is not a pure blood, she is No. .1, and Draco has any advantages other than his family background. If I were really that kind of person, I would have left him long ago! Potter invited me to Diagon Alley on the first day, if it wasn’t because I cherish and Draco's friendship, I—"

She was too angry to say anything later, Pan Xi patted her on the back gently.

She cried: "But I am such a person, I will support my friend in whatever he does."

"I know you are actually a very nice person, but Draco is such a person." Pansy said, "Although I don't know why you two quarreled, but I believe Draco must also regret it in his heart, and he actually cares about you a lot of."

Ola was still crying.

Pan Xi patted her on the back softly, and whispered in her ear: "Go back, it's better to be in the dormitory than outside, what if someone sees you later?"

Ola wants to save face the most.

She reluctantly thought, also, what if Potter and others saw it.

"Let's go then." She sniffed.

Pan Xi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, let's go back and make it clear, don't cry here."

Ola stood up, raised her robe in annoyance, and kicked her little leather shoe casually in the air.

She turned around, but saw the scene that made her angry and wanted to vent her anger——

The trio of Gryffindor troublemakers were all lying on the tree, Potter's eyes were flickering and he didn't look at her, Granger was blushing, he seemed very shy that Ola praised her so much, but he put on a domineering look Weasley carried the big bucket and quickly pulled them back.

"Run! Egil of Slytherin is going to cast a jinx!" Weasley yelled that the matter was not serious enough, "Egil, don't come over—"

As he was running, he suddenly bent down and spit out another dirty slug.

Ola took Pansy's wand and threatened them: "Okay, if that's the case, I will fight you to the death."

Granger looked back anxiously, and she pulled the two boys forward with difficulty.

Potter helped Weasley carry the bucket with lingering fear: "Hurry up, Ron, Egil will have a lot of jinxes. Hermione, we must bring wands next time—"

She pretended to use her wand: "Falafala—"

Ola took a few steps in their direction like a threat, while the fleeing trio helped Weasley carry the bucket while rushing towards the castle as if fleeing from a wilderness.

Weasley, on the other hand, was spitting out slugs while rolling and crawling.

The slugs were still flying in the air, spitting on the robes of the two people next to them, like the juice from the crucible flying around after Longbottom failed to make the medicine in potions class.

Ola touched a few tears and couldn't straighten up laughing.