[hp] Pride and Prejudice

But soon a piece of news dilutes everyone's attention on the game.

This is the second time Gryffindor's freshman, Colin Creevey, was petrified.

She still has the photos he took in her drawer.

Draco lay on the sofa, lazily: "It's okay, anyway, that monster will only attack mudbloods and half-bloods, and won't attack us pure bloods."

"Are you sure?" Don't lie to foreigners.

"I'm sure." He still had a nasty expression on his face, "Think about it, I also heard that he was going to see Potter, think about it, he was petrified on the way."

Aura glanced at him: "Is your injury better?"

"Uh, it's better." Draco said slightly awkwardly.

"I thought you would lie down for a day just like Potter." Ola thought, "Potter should come out too."

Especially after he had his bones pulled out by Lockhart yesterday.

After drinking raw bone water, it should be better.

She thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the Golden Snitch shining in the sun, and couldn't help but smile.In Draco's strange eyes, she put on her previous arrogant look again.

"I really appreciate the custom of not intermarrying Muggles in every generation of our Egils." She smiled slightly.

Draco said confidently, "Me too."

That's why they can act like a normal person, seeing the students in the corridor carrying strange amulets every day-but blood is a good amulet.

"Longbottom still has onions," Draco laughed. "Does he remember being a pureblood?"

Ola sarcastically: "I think I'm a Squib—According to me, a Squib would not be admitted to Hogwarts. He doesn't have such a little common sense."

"He doesn't have much magic, though," Pansy added. "Maybe he can block it with his toad."

After Creevey, the legendary heir of Slytherin gave up again. The time quietly came to December, and Professor Snape came over with the December retention list.

Unexpectedly, except for her and Draco who decided to stay in school, other friends were leaving.

"It's boring," she said coquettishly to Pan Xi, "If you leave, I don't even know where you are going."

Pansy glanced at her sideways: "I'll go to Delion's manor. Draco is here to see what the heir of Slytherin wants to do, but you, why are you staying in school?"

"With Draco, of course." She panicked.

Pansy's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Why are you always with him." She lowered her voice, "You don't like Draco, do you?"

Ola waved her hand without thinking: "That's not true, we just like to trouble Potter."

"What did he do before, and he didn't see you agreeing so actively." Pan Xi muttered, "Move over there quickly, blocking me from looking at the clothes. I want to see what clothes to wear to Delian's house."

Sure enough, sisterhood is all fake.

Ola snorted, and she ran off to find Draco.

Christmas is coming, and everyone along the way is probably not in the mood to go to class, otherwise, how could Draco, who has been getting O in Potions class, suddenly blow up the cauldron, causing his swelling potion to surround him?

"My potion is obviously perfect," Draco said unconvinced, "It's obviously something that flew from nowhere and ran into my pot."

Ola was tired of hearing it, she rolled her eyes: "Yes, you are right, let's go now."

She was looking forward to Lockhart's Dueling Club.

Spending every day with Draco sucks.

Pansy came early with her fling, and she came with a drawn-out bastard.

As for Theodore, in fact, none of them liked him very much.

He calmly stared at everything in the world, as if there was nothing else in the world.

Lockhart made a fuss on the stage, he was wearing a gorgeous robe, showing his white teeth: "Well, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start this small dueling club and fully train everyone, in case you need one day Self-defense, defending myself in the same way I've used countless times—"

He turned sideways: "Next, I solemnly introduce my assistant, Professor Snape."

Their dean came up with a gloomy face dragging a black robe.

"...Let's demonstrate it so that you can understand the rules better." Lockhart turned around and bowed respectfully to him.

Then, a red light flashed.

Lockhart was knocked back to the ground.

"Very good," he got up firmly, "Then the demonstration is over, and Professor Snape and I will divide the two of you into a group and practice."

What jinx would she use if she practiced with them?

Ola looked at the Gryffindor trio maliciously.

It may be that she is famous for her ability to cast jinxes. Except for Granger, the other two are a little flinching.

Snape's eyes came closer: "Potter and Egil, Granger, you and Parkinson, as for you Weasley—your wand may not be able to cast any decent spells, so find someone who volunteers to form a team." .”

He flicked the legs of his robe, kicking up a cloud of dust that didn't exist.

"As for you, Draco, come with me."

"Good evening, Potter." She smirked. "How do you want to die?"

Olla tapped her wand, admiring Potter's nervous look.

Potter didn't answer, he was holding his wand tightly, staring at her intently.

"Face your enemies," cried Lockhart, "and bow."

But none of them bowed.

"three two,--"

Potter held his wand aloft, just in preparation for that one, staring at her hand, wishing he could cast a spell right away.And Aura took two steps forward, gripping her wand tightly.

His lips moved, as if about to say a spell, and Orla had already raised his wand—

Hit him hard on the shoulder.

"Wand jerked shoulder," she spat, taking advantage of his pain. "Disarm you."

Just learned.

Potter was thrown to the ground by the red light just like Lockhart just now.

She snorted, Potter was so skinny, and he'd just been in the hospital wing, and it felt like a bone fell to the floor.

"Mr. Potter is really noble," she pointed out, "Don't even answer the letter, he doesn't even want Galleon, he's as thin as a bone."

Potter struggled to get up from the ground: "I've said it all, no one in the Muggle world uses Galleons."

This game ended with her winning.

Aura smiled playfully at him: "Then I will still give you the Galleon next time."

Potter stood on the ground, his legs trembling.

Like a house elf.

Ola looked back haughtily. The second graders hadn't learned any useful spells, and many duels turned into fistfights. For example, Granger and Pansy both threw their wands and started fighting by their hair.

Zabini's nose bleeds, and Natasha can't stop dancing.

This duel club of all living beings and all appearances just didn't see the red light it should have.

"Stop, we're asking people to demonstrate!" Lockhart looked around.

Professor Snape looked at the embarrassed Potter with satisfaction: "Yes, Slytheringa is very good. In order to prevent Mr. Potter from being hospitalized, I recommend Mr. Malfoy. He is obviously more measured."

To his side, Draco entered with a sure smile.

Pansy cried and separated from Granger, ran over and fell into her arms: "Damn Granger, she must be jealous of my hair, I don't have much hair anymore!"

"I don't think Delian will care." Ola comforted awkwardly.

Pansy cried harder.

Ola wanted to imitate her tenderness, "Actually, you just tie your hair up, and I think Delian likes you very much, so he wouldn't care about such things."

Pansy's tears were hazy: "Really?"

But before she could react, a large black boa constrictor came towards them, and she backed away holding Pansy, before she could draw out her wand.

The snake also changed direction, heading for Hufflepuff's Fenrray.

And the savior, who was bullied by the Slytherin six in the past, pursed his lips, and his lips incited a very gloomy language, like the sound of a snake uttering a snake letter.

Potter is a snake talker!

She and Pansy looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's pupils.

After returning, Ola hugged the book, and it took him a long time to let out a relaxed breath.

God, Potter is the heir of Slytherin.

She might as well say that she is Dumbledore's daughter.

"Potter is actually a snaketalker," Draco murmured, "No way, being friends with a pure-blood traitor and a mudblood, what is he doing for it? friend……"

"Perhaps the Potter grandparents married the Slytherins," she guessed.

He angrily overturned what he just said: "He can't be the heir of Slytherin, he should be removed by the heir, when I find someone, I will help him get rid of the mud in this school kind."

"Especially that Granger!" Pansy's voice was sharp, as she realized she'd had too much hair ripped out of her. "She's a jealous madman, jealous that my hair is so much prettier than hers."

"Okay, stop talking." Theodore closed the book.

He disrupted the thinking of the three people who were going to say, and said lightly: "Go and have a good rest, Pan Xi, I just gave you the hair restorer in the medical wing."

The green potion on the table gleamed silver.

Pansy was moved.

Of course, after Theodore left, they discussed it for a long time in the lounge.

But the result is obvious——

None of them believed that Potter was the heir of Slytherin, but they didn't want to go to the trouble of finding out.

After all, they can't be involved in this kind of thing, so let's watch it as a fun.

Waking up the next day, the historic castle was covered in heavy snow.

Potter was then caught alone in the hallway next to a petrified Justin.

Draco's eyes widened: "How could it be Potter?"

"I can't believe it either, but it's really scary," Ola expressed his opinion in the lounge. "If Potter really sent out monsters to hunt mudbloods, he would still be with Weasley and Granville every day." Jay together, it's scary."

Then Harry Potter is the most hypocritical person she has ever met in her life, perhaps none of them.

He also didn't understand: "Pretending to be the heir of Slytherin makes him feel awe-inspiring, doesn't he? He's already the savior, wouldn't he be happy if he took over the world's name?"

Maybe he's right.

Because Potter is really famous, more than the savior-wherever he goes, someone will make way for him, and the Weasley twins will escort him.

"Get out of the way," said the red-haired one, "please don't get in the way, he is hurrying back to the secret room to have tea with the servants with the tusks."

Draco exploded angrily: "I'm very proud, Pote."

Just as Potter was about to say something, Draco pulled her away.

It was only a few days before Christmas, but there were very few people at Hogwarts - because most people had taken the train home.Draco sat with her in the lounge, the only warmth being the fire in the Slytherin cellar.

Ola sat lazily on the sofa.

"Both Pansy and Theodore have gone back." Draco's voice was also lonely, "Why are you accompanying me?"

"Be happy Draco, aren't you satisfied with the gift?" She grinned.

His voice suddenly rose: "Can you be more perfunctory?"

sure.

Since she couldn't go home this year, she chose to get her dad to give it to her—and ended up sending everyone a bunch of fairies, who looked like miniature trolls and enlarged versions of goblins.

Aalto (her father): Merry Christmas and hope your friends enjoy this special gift.

Thanks to him, everyone has a living fairy.

Draco complained: "They're buzzing in my dorm every day."

"At least you still have." Ola said. "Also, if they look closely, it's not bad."

She didn't give gifts to many people, fairies are not enough.

Draco pursed his lips in disdain.

It wasn't until Potter walked over wearing a bright red sweater (with a big H embroidered on it, most likely the same as Weasley's), that Draco felt better.

"Potter, what are you wearing, so ugly?" he asked critically.

But it was rare for Potter not to talk back, but to show a smile instead.

"What is he laughing at?" Draco fussed.

"Other people say he is the heir of Slytherin, he is really proud of it." Draco talked about Potter all the way, "When I find the heir of Slytherin, I will see if he is still What's the matter!"

When it comes to Potter, Draco is particularly energetic.

He seems to be immersed in another world, swearing and nagging, no one can join.

Ola, who couldn't bear it, swears that she misses Pansy.

So when Allen walked in with Pansy, she was so happy that she jumped three feet high.

"Pansy!" Ola leaped over to hug her.

Allen looked down at them: "She was outside just now, and she couldn't remember Slytherin's new password."

Crabbe and Goyle followed, still clutching a pile of food from the Great Hall—a pair of goodies, but they looked somber as if they hadn't eaten enough.

Ola glanced at them, and then hugged Pansy tightly with joy.

"Didn't you go home?" She held out Pansy's face, "You must have missed me, didn't you, so you flew here with Floo powder, but my gift has already been sent to Parkinson Manor."

Draco looked disgusted: "No one wants your gift."

Pan Xi couldn't say a word after being shaken by her, and could only respond blankly.

It's so cute, Pansy is so rare, she abides by her parents' teachings and maintains a ladylike image-the only person who spoils her image is Deliancep.

Her hands are so soft, and her face is also soft, but she doesn't have the usual fragrance on her body.

"I'm really touched, you left Deliancep and came to me." Aura jumped into her arms moved.

She just complained in the letter that Hogwarts without Pansy is not fun at all, but Pansy came to her immediately, and her Pansy really loved her the most.

The more Aura thought about it, the more moved she was, and she directly kissed her loudly on the face.

Pansy's black pupils widened, as if she had completely stayed where she was, and did not push her away pretendingly like before.

Maybe she, like Goyle, eats too little?

Aura patted her on the shoulder, "Sit down quickly, it's too cold outside, you're freezing stupid."

Goyle opened his mouth wide, as if he could eat a giant monster, and Crabbe covered his mouth in surprise.

"Hurry up and eat," she glared. "You two, you can't communicate normally without eating."

Gore hastily stuffed a piece of cake, as if to prove something.

She straightened Pansy's clothes. To be honest, Pansy might have been so cold that she didn't even straighten her collar. And she touched her hand, it was too cold, so Ola covered her warm hand On her delicate palm.

She sighed: "What can I do? My gift has already been sent. I'm so worried that you didn't see it the first time."

"Are you a troll, just ask her mother to send it—" Draco sneered.

Aura punched him without hesitation.

Draco shut his mouth in pain and fell silent.

"I was talking to Pansy," she frowned, smiling again when she turned her head away. "Pansy, I really like you so much, I really want to abduct you back to be Egil."

Allen, who was talking to the prefect, turned his head and asked, "Why, are you going to marry her?"

"I think too, maybe you can marry her, no! You don't deserve it." She thought for the sake of her best friend, "Maybe you will be called Pancisip, oh, Merlin's beard, it's too ugly, I don't agree. "

Allen teased: "But it's not up to you, is it, Pansy?"

Pan Xi was dumbfounded, and didn't respond to someone calling her at all. She nodded belatedly when she knew that everyone was looking at her.

"Yes... yes..." she blushed.

I don't know what's the matter, and Alan usually joked about her and Sipu, but Pansy usually blushed and told him to shut up, or ignored him as if he didn't respond.

There she will be like this!

Prefect Eve's eyes flickered.

Ola said casually: "I heard that Potter didn't go back, and I don't know what he's doing."

"Yeah, because his family doesn't want him at all," Draco suddenly regained his energy, "Look, he hasn't been back for two years, and he's still wearing that ugly dress. This is him and Wes What happens to Lai who has no taste as a friend."

Aura dismantled him without hesitation: "You are not much better."

"Last Christmas, you gave me a feather," she sneered.

Thanks Potter.

Otherwise she and Draco wouldn't be able to have a good chat at all.

Draco went crazy: "But not everyone can have my gift, no one can refuse Malfoy's kindness, but Potter refused, still twice!"

"It doesn't matter." Aura's eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, "If you refuse, it's fine."

But Potter did receive a letter from her and didn't reply to her.

Pansy's confused voice came, "What?"

She also turned her puzzled gray-blue eyes around, and looked Pan Xi up and down.

Pansy quickly changed her words, and said in a complaining tone: "Ah, Ola, it's not that you only told me that you only wrote letters to Potter during the summer vacation, you know, I only play with you, okay? I don't know what happened to Draco."

Opposite Gore was amused by his girlish and delicate tone.

"Yeah, he didn't write to me either." Ola couldn't bear to be vigilant, "Draco and I wrote another letter, but Potter still didn't reply to me."

She didn't tell Pansy at all, she wrote to Potter.

Draco also belatedly said: "Ola, when did you write to Potter without telling me?"

His eyes narrowed.

"It's right after you wrote the letter." She said irritably, "It's so annoying, I don't know why I wrote a letter to a person with such a poor education, and I was released as a pigeon."

She pulled her hand away from Pansy's.

Aura was wondering when Goyle suddenly said, "I heard that Potter and the others have been looking for the heir of Slytherin."

"What are they looking for an heir to do?" Draco sneered. "They all thought Potter was the heir. He's out of the limelight now, and he's complacent in his lounge."

Ola habitually echoed: "If you can be famous like this, I might as well say that I am Dumbledore's daughter."

Crabbe's face turned green.

Draco muttered, and suddenly thought of something and shouted: "We should look for it too. When we find it, there are two options." He lowered his voice, "One, we assist them, and all of you here are pure blood Isn't it? Second, judging by the killing speed of that heir, he is probably a fool, let's go to Dumbledore and report him, and we can get the Academy Cup."

"I agree with the second one. Maybe Potter has this idea." She guessed boldly.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy didn't know what they were thinking, and sat there without saying a word.

And Allen patted Eve on the shoulder, "Come with me."

When he came back again, Alan seemed to be casual but in fact imprisoned the shoulders of the two fat men, while Eve stood in their life, with his hands on Pansy's shoulders.

Draco was proud: "So, what do you think of my plan?"

Aura was convinced: "I have to say, you are a genius."

"So, you don't know who the heir of Slytherin is?" Pansy asked strangely.

Draco slanted: "Of course, you are getting more and more stupid after staying with Ola for too long."

She wanted to say something, but Pansy suddenly gasped in horror. The hair of Crabbe on the opposite side was gradually turning red, and Goyle looked much shorter. Just as they were about to escape, Alan behind them blocked.

Like some profound magic spell, the two gradually became shorter and their hair became strange. Finally, Weasley and Granger shrank in the large Slytherin school uniform.

Wait, if they're Weasley and Granger—

She turned her head, and the little black-haired girl beside her turned into a little black-haired boy, it was Potter!