[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola sat there blankly, and at this moment Potter maintained the same tacit understanding with her——

don't look at each other.

Pretend the other party doesn't exist.

Although Potter's lips were red and his teeth were white, he was wearing a short skirt, revealing a section of his white calf.

...pretty?

Allen pressed them: "You three Gryffindors, what are you doing here with us Slytherin?"

"I can't tell," Eve said with great pressure, "Then we will hand you over to Professor Snape. Congratulations, you can drop out of Hogwarts."

"No! Don't drop out of school!" She heard a male voice next to her protest fiercely.

Allen squeezed the shoulders of the two Gryffindors: "Okay, then tell me why you came to the Slytherin lounge."

"We suspect that Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin." Granger took a deep breath and said slowly. "So we turned into their appearance to make clichés."

Eve applauded: "It's a smart approach, but it's a pity you failed."

She tilted her head, expecting Draco to say something about Happy Potter dropping out.

In the end, he couldn't restrain the smile at the corner of his mouth, and murmured, "Do I look like the heir of Slytherin? Why, can't I talk about it?"

He turned his head away, hiding his blushing face from joy.

Aura: "..." It's really useless.

Potter said: "If you can't find the Chamber of Secrets, Hogwarts will drop out."

"It's okay, we'll go to Ilvermorny after dropping out." Allen said casually.

"Ilvermorny?" Her attention was attracted, "I still have to go across the ocean to go to school?"

Draco dissuaded: "Don't go, go to Durmstrang with me."

"Forget it," she said critically, "without Pansy, Pansy would definitely go to Beauxbatons, but I don't know French."

Allen was irritated: "Why are you children so easily distracted?"

Ola pursed her mouth: "Okay, tell me about your plan."

Eve, their prefect.

She stared at the three lions of Gryffindor with stern eyes: "Brew prohibited potions, attacked classmates, and trespassed in other people's lounges, I still think it is more suitable for you to be expelled."

They all looked at Eve nervously, Granger moved his mouth, and finally accepted Eve's trial in shame.

"—Or, you can redeem your crimes." She changed her tone, "Tell us what you have found so far."

Granger sighed: "We didn't find anything, so we came to ask Malfoy."

Eve tapped her wand on the palm of her hand: "Congratulations, then we meet in Professor Snape's cellar."

"Wait!" Potter took a deep breath, "You're Slytherins, you must know something, and I don't care about the House Cup, my friends are in danger—"

"That's easy," Eve said as she leaned down, her tone soft and persuasive. "We can share information, you know, the Slytherins are much better informed than you are. Then you go and look it up, and we'll take credit for it."

Her tone was unmistakable: "Well, if you really care about friends and not honor, this suits you."

Under the shocked eyes of Weasley and Granger, Potter said briskly, "I promise you."

"You're crazy!" Granger yelled sharply.

Weasley's tone couldn't be worse: "Harry, you've suffered from Slytherin so much, how come you still..."

"But we're not making any progress."

Porter objective analysis.

Draco raised his head: "Okay, as a matter of sincerity, I can tell you that the Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, and a Mu-Mu-seed died, and the rest I don't know, maybe I can write Ask at home."

That's the end of this farce.

Ola just huddled in the sofa, she didn't know anything anyway.

After Eve kindly let the three of them go, she suddenly reached out and patted Potter's skirt. Potter suddenly turned around in surprise, his green eyes were full of surprise, and then he blushed suddenly and jumped up.

Draco commented on this: "You are such a pervert."

"Thank you." Ola smiled.

Full of the viciousness of a successful prank.

"Thank your parents," Draco lazily said, "in addition to blood, they also gave you beauty."

In fact, it would be a good idea to leave this kind of work to Potter.

Ora wasn't British anyway, and she didn't know anything.

Only the Gryffindor trio and the restless Draco were busy.

It's just that since the last time a group of them signed an unequal treaty, they brought something over.

"What is this?" Aura frowned.

Granger said, "We found it in the bathroom on the second floor, go back and ask Malfoy."

Ola stared at Potter strangely.

Last time I wore a skirt, this time I went directly to the women's restroom?

This guy is really a pervert.

She frowned: "Okay, I will definitely tell Draco, his father knows a lot."

Potter turned away, blushing.

Obviously he also knew the miscellaneous thoughts in her mind.

"Don't think about it," he defended himself weakly, "There is no one there, and it has been abandoned for a long time. Our previous rejuvenation formula was completed there."

Aura smiled stiffly at her enemy at that time: "Maybe."

She doesn't listen to sophistry.

Selling the news to Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet, a story that could be called "The Untold Secret of the Savior," might make Orla rich.

Granger added: "... Ron has seen this name in the prize room before, Tom Riddle, he won this award 50 years ago, I believe there is no need to remind."

"I believe that Draco's father should not be the Hogwarts Encyclopedia." Ola couldn't help mocking, "He probably doesn't know everyone's name, well, I said, I'll go back and tell him."

Potter suddenly said: "Do you want to confirm the information? For example-go to the prize showroom to have a look."

She frowned and looked at the boy in front of her.

"Okay." She walked briskly.

This feeling is strange enough, the first time following behind the trio, not because of duels and quarrels.

Weasley complained as he walked: "You don't know this Tom Riddle, I wiped his trophy more than 800 times. I almost threw up—"

The trophy showroom smelled musty. They showed Ola around, and Ola nodded haughtily when she saw the golden medal gleaming in the sun.

"Granger discovered it?" She was not surprised, "Yes, she is indeed very good."

Granger's expression was distorted, she pursed her lips, showing an embarrassed expression of being praised.

Weasley suddenly thought of something: "By the way, and your Slytherin friend Malfoy, he hasn't apologized to Granger yet."

"Draco apologize? That's his business." Ola pushed the matter to him without hesitation.

Weasley was angry: "Tell him, if he still treats Hermione like this, I will beat her."

"Ron," but Granger was in a good mood at this time, "Okay, let's get down to business first, let's put this matter aside, I'm not too angry about this matter."

She walked downstairs with them, listening to Granger muttering: "President of the Boys' Union, Special Contribution Award, Medal of Excellence in Character..."

"Egil." Potter couldn't restrain his curiosity, and slipped behind her together. "Actually, I really want to know what was written in that letter between you and Malfoy. I've seen your letter—"

She sneered: "Want to know? Then you find it yourself. I think you got Potter wrong. We can get along peacefully, but it doesn't mean we are friends."

"And you didn't even reply to my letter." Aura walked down without looking sideways.

Potter helplessly: "That's not the case. Something happened to me during the summer vacation. A house elf stopped me from going back to school and intercepted all my letters. Except for your letter, I didn't receive any from my friends. And I give you Returned a letter-"

"What is it?"

"Find it yourself." His green eyes flashed slyly.

Gag her with her words.

She snorted, repeated what they had said, and handed the diary to Draco.

"No problem." Draco said proudly, "I'll just ask my dad."

It appears that Uncle Lucius' alias is the Hogwarts Encyclopedia.

But soon he lost his pride.

"what happened?"

Draco looked unhappy.

He said dejectedly: "My dad seems to be very angry... But I just asked, who is Tom Riddle? He told me to stop doing these miscellaneous things."

"Why don't you write down what happened in detail?" Ola suggested.

Draco reluctantly accepted the proposal, and perfectly finished writing the cause of the incident in the lounge. The owl flew back in a hurry, and flew back in a hurry.

But he seemed more depressed.

"My dad said not to get involved in this, and he appreciated my improved relationship with the Savior," he muttered. "My father also asked me to test whether Potter is suitable to be a friend of Malfoy. He asked me to provide some help at critical moments."

He shook his head: "In that case, return the diary to Potter."

The days that followed were extremely peaceful, and if it wasn't for Draco's occasional correspondence with his father, she would have suspected that the previous incident was just a dream.

After the previous reasons, the relationship between her and the Potter trio has improved a bit——

No wonder!

"Potter," Ola laughed familiarly, "Why don't you wear a skirt today."

Pansy heard about it, and she sarcastically said, "Yes, I can lend you one."

The hallway echoed with the sharp laughter of the two girls.

Potter's pale excuse: "I didn't."

He blushed, and ran away with the book in his arms.

But the peaceful campus life is meant to be interrupted.

Lockhart hired a lot of elves to dress up the auditorium pink and tender, saying it was to celebrate Valentine's Day.Early in the morning, she could see bleary-eyed twelve elves in delicate clothes, all with golden harps, and then they read love letters in extremely ugly voices.

No one should send her a love letter.

After all, Allen has a very good reputation for not allowing her to fall in love.

But if no one sends it.

Ola felt awkward and unhappy again.

No one really sent it.

Needless to say, Pansy, Draco was sent, but she didn't!

She doesn't even have a love letter, so she won't be in love for the rest of her life.

Be an old lady forever.

Ola was devastated by her fantasy.

Allen asked her kindly: "Don't stare at those ugly dwarves, don't even think about it, before you go back to the Slytherin lounge, you'd better give them all to me."

"I didn't." Ola said weakly.

"You better not."

Before leaving, he gave Draco a wary look.

Draco said tremblingly: "I just said, it's useless if you accept it."

"I'm just a little worried," Ola said with a frown. "Pansy has Delian, but as for me, I have such a brother. I may not be able to have a boyfriend in seven years."

Draco stared at her face: "You... well, you do have a nice face."

"But your character is too bad." He said slowly. "Perhaps, if you change your personality, someone will write to you. If you are in a relationship, just don't tell your brother. He can't find out everything."

Also.

Allen is in the fourth grade, and when she is in the fifth grade, her brother will not be in school.

She felt strangely better.

"Stop!" The dwarf ran to Potter's side.

Potter looked at him in horror, and all the things in the bag fell out in an instant, and he looked up at her and Draco while he was packing the things.

The dwarf screamed: "This is your Valentine's Day gift with singing, his eyes are as green as pickled toads, he is as black as a blackboard, I hope he is mine, he is really handsome , the warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."

Everyone around laughed at him.

But Potter seemed to be used to it. Having been attacked and taunted so many times by the Slytherin six, his expression had already remained unchanged.

Draco picked up the black notebook angrily: "Here, you can even get rid of such an important thing—"

He was about to give a few words to Laporte when he was stopped by the new dwarf.

"Mr. Malfoy, here is your letter—"

He fled in a hurry: "Go away—"

Potter took it in a panic.

Ola also picked up his quill for him.

"Leave him alone, he's just in a bad mood," she explained.

But Potter is obviously not used to talking to them calmly——

After all, the hostility has been going on for almost three years, and she would improve it occasionally, and Potter's tone is still used to being somewhat sarcastic.

"Well, I'm in a bad mood too."

Yes, she would rather be Dumbledore's daughter than receive such a love letter.

Don't compare with him.

She asked, "Are you going to investigate the secret room?"

"Yes, please get out of my way—"

Ola couldn't help being sarcastic again: "I think you are going on a date with your little girlfriend."

The red-haired Gryffindor first year who got excited at the sight of him.

Potter looked at her and snorted coldly: "I told you she's not my girlfriend."

"Maybe, you will hurt girls' hearts by talking like this." She reminded kindly.

Potter said: "At least you have never been hurt by me."

Hum, man.

"It's boring," she mocked sincerely, "Go back to your secret room."

He nodded: "Good idea, I'd rather go to the Chamber of Secrets and have tea with my fang servant than stay with you."

She agreed thoughtfully: "Yeah, after all, you're a man in a short skirt who wants to kiss Lockhart."

"It was Lockhart who wanted to kiss me!" Potter said incoherently, "No, it was written by you, Egil, can you put your heart on more interesting things and come here every day to tease me. "

After he finished speaking, he took his bag and ran away in a hurry.