[hp] Pride and Prejudice

"It seems that every time Potter is around, your mood gets better." Pansy pointed.

Ola smiled and wiped her mouth with the handkerchief she handed over: "Yes."

She is in a much better mood.

Pansy also said some happy things, and the two jokingly walked towards the castle.

But as soon as she got closer to the Slytherin dungeons, she started to feel down again.

"It's okay," Pansy noticed keenly, "Why don't we go to the auditorium for a while, maybe Weasley is still spitting snot, do you remember that expression? It's all green."

Ola chuckled: "Come on, let's watch Potter's joke."

Holding their robes, the two hurried towards the auditorium with excited expressions on their faces.

But unexpectedly, Draco was standing there, his little platinum head dimmed a lot at this moment, he was holding something in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

Ola held Pansy by the hand, and was about to leave as if she hadn't seen her.

"Ola—" Draco turned to look at her, "Are you ignoring me?"

She held Pansy by the hand, and said indifferently, "Mr. Malfoy, please don't disturb my time alone with Pansy."

Draco moved his mouth, a rare look of guilt.

"So you are here!"

Gryffindor, who had taken pictures of them a few days ago, ran over.

Creevey seemed to have seen the expressions of a bunch of monsters here, and shoved the photos into Draco's hands like a snake, and then hurried away: "Professor Lockhart wants you to go to his office at night, Get Harry and him to sign."

Draco frowned in disgust: "It's really ugly."

Aura couldn't help but be curious, and was pulled by Panxi and walked over.

Her memory also flashed back to that afternoon dominated by Lockhart.

Potter looked up at Lockhart blankly, trying to get out of the frame but couldn't get away.She stood next to Potter, with a disillusioned face, and Draco was deeply influenced by his family, even if he didn't want to, he still stood at the front of the spotlight, posing in the most attractive pose.

"You and Lockhart should have been photographed alone," Ola taunted habitually, "you look like a perfect match."

Draco retorted, "What are you talking about!"

He stuffed the photo into his pocket and gave her a stern look.

Aura snorted coldly, but the awkward atmosphere between the two of them just now eased a lot.

Draco had a rare moment of deliberation: "Ola, in fact, I was talking too fast just now, I didn't mean that..."

"I see," she said forgivingly. "Let's go to dinner together. Next time you say I like Potter, I'll put a jinx on you. I'm not afraid of dropping out. I can still go to Ilvermorny."

Draco remembered arguing with her: "You might as well go to Durmstrang, Germany."

"I don't know how we got into a fight," Ola said. "Actually, you are right. Granger is indeed a man of impure blood."

But she is indeed the first grader.

But in fact, when she and Draco were arguing, she was thinking about Potter.

Ola thought she didn't seem to dislike Potter that much.

She just purely likes to see him angry.

The two had their own concerns, she was thinking of Potter, and Draco was thinking of her and Potter.

But at the long table in Slytherin, Ola saw Weasley with a pale face, and he would spit out two small, slippery slugs from time to time-she was glad it wasn't Draco at this time.

"Damn Weasley." Draco was also terrified.

Pan Xi watched the two of them silently from the side.

Draco felt a little annoyed: "I have to go to Lockhart to find Potter's autograph later, I really do."

"Draco!" Ola pretended to groan while rubbing his stomach, "My stomach hurts so much, you can go to Potter to get your autograph later—"

He stared at her fiercely: "Stop pretending, I don't know you yet! Let's go together."

They toiled for a long time, and finally showed up at the door of Lockhart's office on time in order to let Lockhart let the fewest people know about their autograph from Potter—

This office did not have the smell of garlic from the previous year. Instead, there was an exquisite incense burner, and there were bursts of complicated smells in it.

The flamboyant peacock smugly floated in the air: "Fame is a capricious friend, Harry," or "Remember, a celebrity is a celebrity."

The smell of garlic here is more unbearable than Professor Lowe's.

Potter's begging green eyes looked over, then stared at them.

"Oh, I was talking about you with Harry," Lockhart showed his trademark white teeth, "quick, give me and Harry the photo."

Ola reluctantly took out the photo in her pocket.

Potter also slowly took out the photo under his gaze.

While signing, he said, "I originally just wanted to teach, but I didn't expect that if you are too famous, you will have fans everywhere."

There is a string of complicated cursive characters written on the photo.

Lockhart handed the photo to Potter, and Potter's mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

To be honest, if it was her, she would also look forward to making the enemy's face ugly——

But Potter doesn't have to act like he's won the lottery.

"I've already signed it." He said quickly.

A pair of beautiful green eyes were shining, as if afraid of their remorse.

Potter was in a great mood: "You're welcome, Egil and Malfoy."

Draco's tone was mocking: "You can write faster now."

He also quickly took the photo away, took Ola's hand, and fled like a plague behind him.

By the way, even the one on Potter's desk was taken away.

Ola complained: "It's annoying, I haven't seen any professor who is more annoying than Lockhart."

"If my dad sees it," he couldn't stand the long draw, and complained quickly, "he will definitely scold me. To be honest, I hope that Lockhart and the previous eight years of Dark Magic Like Professor Defense-"

They went back to the Slytherin common room, and Pansy and Theodore laughed at this ridiculous thing without hesitation.

But apparently that's not the most annoying bit about Lockhart.

Halloween is here again.

This time, she decided to learn her lesson and not go there.

As for Pansy, the plan was the same as she said before: "You're going to pretend to chat with me, and then get Delian's attention."

As soon as she took her seat, Pan Xi looked nervous, as if she cared about her image in front of her lover.Ola glanced around, but didn't see Potter and his party.

"Potter wasn't in the Great Hall again."

What are they doing to give extra points at the end of the term?

Pansy frowned: "Okay, don't think about Potter, and help me see if Delian is here."

Her mind was not on it, and she subconsciously wanted to turn around and call Draco, and then they went to find Potter's trouble together.

Seeing that she was unreliable, Pan Xi could only look around by herself.

"Quick, I saw Delian come in." She lowered her voice, "Tell me something quickly."

Ola was irritated: "Potter is gone again."

She swears it's not a joke.

But Panxi seemed to have heard some new joke from the condiment joke shop, covered her mouth delicately and let out a low laugh.

"Oh, don't make a fuss, Ola—" She slapped Ola lightly.

Delian passing by was really attracted: "What are you talking about, so funny."

But in fact, this is the prey that Pansy has noticed since entering the door.

But Pansy acted as if he just knew it, and gently wrapped his fingertips around his hair on the sideburns, with a lazy look.

Pan Xi smiled coquettishly: "Sorry, I didn't see you just now, I was just chatting with Ola about some fun things."

Delian took out the candy in his pocket: "Happy Halloween."

It was a green apple, Pansy's favorite.

Not bad, do what you like.

She said with a reserved look, "Happy Halloween."

Pansy gave him sugar too, and Deliancep remembered to give her sugar.

Delianga fifty points.

Pansy shook her hand: "Okay, it's none of your business, go and enjoy Halloween."

Ola finished watching the show, and pulled Draco's hand with her head in a hurry: "Potter didn't come, he must be doing something good again-you definitely don't want the extra points at the end of the semester to happen again."

As soon as Draco heard Potter, he didn't even talk about his beloved Quidditch, and the two ran around eagerly.

"Honestly," Ola grumbled, "I'd love to try the candy Delian gave Pansy, and it's all Potter's fault that I can't eat it."

Draco also said: "Maybe Dumbledore, the old lunatic, really invited the skeleton group to dance."

He really wasn't friendly to Gryffindor at all.

They searched around for a few times but couldn't find it. In the end, they could only go back to the dinner party to enjoy the dancing of the skeleton group. After the dinner party was over, they went back to the Slytherin lounge in groups, but suddenly there was a scream from behind.

Adolescent children are the most curious, and almost everyone is heading in that direction.

The vanished Potter trio is staying put.

"I'm secretly doing something to add points again." She mocked.

But turning her gaze to the wall, she froze again.

Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat on the torch, froze in place, as if she had been dead for a long time.

The bright red blood on the wall is scarlet under the light of the torch: the secret room has been opened!Those who make enemies of the heir, beware!

"You'll be next, Mudblood." Draco looked at Granger with a sneer.

Granger stayed where he was, pale.

Ora chimed in: "You killed Filch's cat."

Potter stood in front of the two friends and said firmly, "We didn't do this!"

She and Draco glanced at each other, and decided to go up and argue with the savior, but obviously no one gave them a chance at this time—because Filch wailed and walked towards his only companion kitten: "Norris! "

Those who listened to his wailing were distraught, and soon the professors came and took them away.

The six of them were so close together that Pansy's arms were almost glued to her.

Ola asked, "Why did Potter do that?"

Doesn't he only have his hemp friends and pure-blood traitors at heart?

Draco sneered, "You wouldn't think Potter really did it, would you. That's the Chamber of Secrets—"

"What secret room?"

"It looks like you didn't read the "History of Magic" I gave you carefully." Theodore said after being silent for a long time.

Ola defended herself: "Whoever called me a Norwegian, of course I don't understand Britain."

Theodore mocked: "So I sent you "History of Magic", this is not a reason for your defense."

So she doesn't like Theodore.

Because Ola can never say no.

"Back then, Salazar Slytherin was unwilling to accept hemp-seeded students, and he had a different teaching philosophy from the other three. After he had a quarrel with Gryffindor, he left Hogwarts in a huff. According to legend, He left a secret room before he left, waiting for his successor to open it." He added kindly.

Draco couldn't wait to interrupt: "The things released will eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"But what about Filch's cat?"

"Maybe because Filch is a Squib."

"Maybe the animal couldn't control itself—"

Pansy panicked and pressed her arm even tighter against her, and now she wanted to let Ola take it off.She screamed: "If you can't even tell the difference between a human and an animal, how can you tell the bloodline?"

Draco comforted: "My dad told me that the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, only one Mudblood died."

"Merlin, I hope we're okay." Ola hoped.

But then they heard that Mrs. Norris was not dead, but petrified.

In this way, the originally spooky event now looks like a prank.

What's more interesting is that now, she and Draco don't need to deliberately trouble Potter. Everyone turned around and ran away without hesitation when they saw Potter. He was already utterly annoyed.

Except Granger and Weasley.

They were more actively looking for the secret room, asking questions in Professor Binns' class, and searching everywhere in the library.

Olla didn't want to see Potter being treated well.

She was also actively preparing for next week's Quidditch match, giving Potter a good look at Slytherin skills.

"Are you ready?" Allen asked her, holding a broom.

Ola turned her head and asked, "Draco, are you ready?"

Draco was wearing a silver-green uniform, and he smiled confidently at her: "I believe in my skills, and I can't wait to see Potter deflated."

"The Seeker is the key," Ora reminded him. "I'll get on the broom and knock Porter off."

After walking out of the place shielded by shadows, the glare of the sun broke into the ears accompanied by deafening cheers, making everything seem like a dream.

But the blue-to-pure open sky, and the glittering halo 2001 in your hand all signal that this is happening now.

Following Flint's movement, she couldn't help but look at Pansy——

Despite the crowds and towering stands, if you want to see someone, you can easily find her.

Pansy waved to Ola, and Crabbe and Goyle waved their flags.

This is the flag she asked Cho of Ravenclaw to make for her precious Ola.

This year's waste six finally knew to ask for foreign aid.

With Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the Snitch was thrown high into the sky.

At that moment, Deliancep, Pansy's lover, immediately flew in that direction, arcing in the air.In the split second the Quaffle was in the air, he and Johns flew away, and the ball fell into Delian's hands.

At the same time, Wood actually failed to prevent the first ball thrown by Delian!

Slytherin let out a huge admiration!

According to the training given to them by Flint, Ola flew through the air to eliminate danger for them, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Draco showing off with Potter, and the Golden Snitch was beside him—

"Draco! Snitch!" she yelled.

This silly boy actually laughed.

Draco turned his head unexpectedly: "What?"

She didn't need to remind her, because Potter had seen the Snitch too.

He ducked his head again to avoid the Bludger, and walked towards Draco clutching his broom tightly. Draco also reacted quickly and flew in Potter's direction.

Everyone in the auditorium stood up, watching their actions nervously.

Because at this time, Quaffle is no longer the protagonist.

Only by catching the golden snitch, who is the winner this time.

But at this moment, the Bludger seemed to be out of control, flying around in a mess in the air, biting them tightly, and even tracking them to the gap between the planks.

Flint instructed them, and the two Egils rushed down to protect Seeker Draco.

They fly in front, with the Bludgers on their heels.

At this moment, Ola only felt that Light Wheel 2001 was too slow, and couldn't catch up with the two in front.

But that's okay, she can catch the Bludger.

Ola swung his elbow and hit the Bludger hard. The Bludger let out a strange cry, and then broke through the stands and flew up.

At this time, the two had already flown out, but Draco didn't have the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Probably because the front flew too fast, his broom hit there, and he fell straight down, his pale face groaning slightly, but if he went to Madam Pomfrey, he would be fine.

Flint yelled: "Don't go down, pay attention to the game."

Although the defeat is set.

But Egil's creed is never to admit defeat!

Ora sat on her broomstick, staring at Potter, his wild hair dancing in the air, his red lips and white teeth, his determined green eyes fixed on the Snitch, reaching out to approach the prize.

Potter whirled through the air, as he yelled, and fell with limp arms.

She craned her neck—

What about the Golden Snitch?

in his palm.

Ola couldn't tell how she felt at this moment, she looked at Draco lying on the ground with a little disappointment, and then couldn't restrain her excitement and ran down.

Draco grinned in pain on the ground: "Potter—"

"Don't say that," she shifted her eyes, guessing what he was going to say. "You're good at the fight too, I mean, you're pretty good at catching the Snitch."

Draco lay on the ground screaming, "Take me to the hospital wing, I can't believe it!"

The teammates all flew down to check on his injury.

Flint decided it was all right.

But it didn't make them feel better, because this game had a beautiful start, leading points, strategic deployment, and even equipped with the best Nimbus 2001.

He lost to Gryffindor again.

In other words, Potter was surrounded by a group of people at this time.

Aura looked at the two people being carried into the medical wing, and sighed uncontrollably in her heart.

If Potter was in Slytherin...

No, she actually hated Potter, and she didn't want to see him back in the lounge.

The three moments of Potter she hates the most are: [-]. Rejecting Draco's handshake, and Draco can't forget about it afterwards, nagging in his ear every day; At this moment, relying on one person, he turned the tide and made all the training of Slytherin come to naught.

Flint was sure that Draco's injury would not be too serious, and called them directly to the Slytherin lounge for lectures.

"The snitch is on your head, you can't see it!" He was the first to speak to Draco who had just drunk the medicine in the medical wing. "And you, Delian."

Derian's shoulders shook.

Flint huffed, "As long as you can throw a few more balls, it won't make the point difference that big. I know you're almost in seventh grade, do you still want to play—"

Delian shrugged: "Wood is too familiar with my style of play, it is difficult to score goals."

"Then study a few more." Flint snorted angrily.

He had already suppressed his temper and yelled at them all. Neither Ola nor Allen was spared, and they were threatened: "If you and Hufflepuff fight like this, we don't need to practice."

Ola slumped on the couch.

So tired, she doesn't want to play games anymore.