[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola gets angry every time she finishes talking to Potter.

But strangely enough, every time she went to Potter—

Perhaps it was amusing to see him blushing with indignation at his stupidity.

Aura couldn't help laughing when she thought about it.

On this day, the depression that no one sent her a love letter on Valentine's Day became better.

She walked back to the lounge with light steps. At this time, the Slytherin lounge was silver and green, except for the warm wall fire emitting a unique dim light. There was no one there. She sat in her usual sitting room in a good mood. On the sofa, just as he was about to trap the softness, he saw a handsome young man with silver hair.

"Brother?" Ola realized that the visitor was not kind.

Allen narrowed his eyes: "Hand over today's Valentine's Day letter."

"I didn't—" she said aggrievedly, "Because you said that anyone who falls in love with me will fight you. I haven't received any of them. It's not fair. You don't want to accept letters from those girls!"

Ola slapped her brother on the shoulder lightly and hard.

Allen pushed those letters helplessly: "Here you are——"

Those letters are all pink stationery that fits the festival, and some of them have been painted with hearts. They are all carefully written in floral letters, and you can smell a scent of flowers from far away.

It was all given to him with care.

"Why don't you take it apart?" she wondered.

Alan's gray-blue eyes were full of arrogance: "Our family has only intermarried with pure-bloods for generations, and those mudbloods and mixed-bloods are a bit out of place. I don't say these things outside the lounge, but it doesn't mean I don't think so. "

"Besides, I don't want to open their letters." He finally finished slowly.

"Okay." She nodded.

These things tell her that she can't write love letters to people who don't like her.

Otherwise, the end is what it is now.

Her brother had no expression on his face, and casually threw all these letters with the girl's love/things into the fireplace, burning them into ugly ashes.

"Ola," Ellen called to her, "you can't have a relationship for seven years—unless you show me your beau after fifth year, and the boy has to be pure blood. Hufflepuff No, they're too stupid, not Ravenclaw, they're too bookish to care about you. Not even Gryffindor, they're too reckless."

"You mean, you want me to find a house in Slytherin?" It took her a long time to realize.

Let her think about it.

The object of marriage, or a naive ghost like Draco, after marriage, he would wear a gorgeous robe every day and play prestige with a white peacock with a slender neck, and she would follow behind, and the two would always quarrel when talking.

Or it's a boy like Theodore who doesn't like to talk. After they get married, they don't talk more than half a sentence. The manor is like a grave, and walking around is like dancing on the grave.

Or--Goyle and Crabbe, from the corridors to the manor, are full of food.

"Forget it," her voice became strange, "I like a boy who plays Quidditch, and he has to be good at technique, and he has to be nice, like Hufflepuff... ..."

Allen slammed his hand hard on the sofa.

"Hufflepuff?" His eyebrows raised. "Definitely not a Hufflepuff—"

Eve's voice came: "What's the matter, are you stopping your sister's love path again?"

"It's just in time, Eve, you tell her how bad Hufflepuff people are." He tried to be calm.

Eve chuckled: "I think Hufflepuffs are nice."

"Then go about your own business." Allen interrupted roughly, and then faced Ola. "All in all, don't even think about people from other places except the pure blood of Slytherin. If he is not, just wait before entering the Egil Manor, and let me duel with him."

He clenched the wand at his fingertips, and Aura couldn't help but shudder.

In fact, she doesn't know many jinxes, and the reason why Egil is known to be very good at jinxes is mostly because of her brother's great reputation.

And the hype surrounding her repeated performances by the Gryffindor trio.

If she brought home a Gryffindor, congratulations, that poor bastard died.

"Okay." She agreed tremblingly.

However, if she really agrees.

Ola pretended to be an Egil.

If she doesn't expand the scope, she will marry Draco or Theodore, and she might as well be beaten to death by her brother's curse.

But if it's just pure blood, Hufflepuff's Digory, Ravenclaw's Bulstrode, or Gryffindor's Potters and Weasleys (her face crumpled, The latter two are just pure blood families.)

Or not having a boyfriend for seven years, and finally being arranged by the family to go on a blind date with someone from Durmstrang.

So embarrassing.

Ola was thinking wildly all the way, and Pansy, who was in the dormitory, was also out of her mind, because she went on a date with Delian, and the date was obviously very good-her face was smiling happily.

And she lay on the sofa and sighed, her luck was obviously not as good as that of her friends.

In herbal medicine class the next day, Potter approached them mysteriously.

Aura frowned: "You said Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

As far as his half-blood giant's head is concerned, it might as well be that she sleepwalked and opened the secret room.

Draco dismissed it: "If that wild man is the heir of Slytherin, then I am Merlin himself."

Professor Spurnet in the herbal medicine class is too kind. She never deducts points from the students of each college easily, so that her class is a nonsense class in the eyes of some students.

"Don't call him a Wildling," Potter's mild green eyes flared again, "and I'm telling the truth."

Aura sneered: "Yeah, it's probably the servant with the fangs in your secret room who told you."

"If Hermione hadn't persuaded me to ask, I wouldn't want to talk to you at all." Potter cast a quick glance at Professor Spurnet, seeing that she was rescuing Longbottom. "That diary had a memory of Riddle, and he took us back 50 years, so we saw it. I saw him with a furry monster and got fired."

Professor Spurnet's voice came: "Mr. Potter, do you have any questions?"

Potter apologized quickly and respectfully.

After returning, Draco sat in the lounge and wrote quickly.

"Draco, what are you doing?" She wondered, "Didn't your father tell you to leave it alone?"

"But he said that he should be informed of any progress in this matter." He didn't even look up. "My dad is the trustee of Hogwarts, and if Hogwarts closes, he'll be in trouble."

Ola complained: "I know your father is the school manager, can you talk about this every day."

"I obviously only said it once this semester!" He emphasized.

She muttered: "Don't care about you."

Orla is also in charge of the third grade course selection.

Not long after, Flint walked in and announced that the Quidditch match had been called off.

Draco threw the quill to the ground angrily.

"Training for nothing." He covered his face with his fingers angrily. "Damn, how am I going to win Potter—"

Ola was also a little angry. She had practiced Pokov's lure technique for a long time, and Flint often used the note issued by Professor Snape to compete with Wood for the venue.

She's often dizzy from training.

Draco stood up suddenly: "Go, go and ask Potter, when did he find out the secret of the Chamber of Secrets."

He arrogantly led Ola all the way to Potter who was about to rush out of the castle.

Potter was upset: "The diary is gone."

"It's gone!" Draco raised his eyebrows high, "Because you were too careless, Potter, and fell on the ground last time, can you be more careful."

Ola also said: "That's right, Potter, you are often careless."

Potter's hair is messy: "It's not carelessness, that diary disappeared in my dormitory, I just chatted with him yesterday, and I just read his memory - I mean, my dormitory was turned over It's a mess, my diary was nicely placed on the bedside table, but someone snatched it."

memory?chat?

Potter must have woken up.

Ola's lips curled into a sneer.

"Obviously," Draco couldn't control his mouth again, "the lionfish spine is ground into a fine powder that meets the requirements, but you always grind it so thick, every time you are scolded by Professor Snape, it's a It's reasonable. Because you don't treat such important things properly and put them on the bedside table, did you cast any spell?"

It seemed Draco really enjoyed observing Potter, and was distracted from his favorite Potions class.

Ola interrupted him: "Forget it, Draco, let's think about how to find it first, in case it falls into the hands of others... You should look for it when you go back, after all, no one but Gryffindor I know your password."

She could see that Potter didn't want to talk too much, because after Potter learned about Draco's cold attitude, he didn't tell them about the diary in detail, and only chatted with Slytherin's prefect Eve sentence.

Potter also reluctantly nodded, without stabbing a few words like before.

Because the relationship between the two groups is very awkward now, they were fighting with each other in the corridor before, and they even wanted to cast jinxes.Now they hold books in the hallway and even nod to each other in friendly.

Then, both sides turned their heads in unison, and let out a disdainful snort from the bottom of their noses.

Occasionally, they still exchange a few words, but less and less.

"Next time, Potter." She put on airs and prepared to go to the auditorium for dinner. "I'll get up and brush my hair first, at least it doesn't look like a wilted achnatherum, and then I'll talk."

Weasley said, "At least it's better than the one with few hairs next to you."

Draco immediately became angry.

Potter pulled Weasley: "Forget it, Ron, let's go find Hermione, she's still in the library."

He doesn't want to fight now.

Both of them had irritability written all over their faces.

Draco made the same hum as he did a few days ago: "Ola, let's go. After Quidditch is cancelled, we need to speed up Bibot's ability to find the secret room, and let him see who will win."

Ola can't stand it, why is this person so childish.

"Have you forgotten what your father wrote?" she reminded.

Draco looked like a wilted mandrake for a moment.

But things got worse later, Granger was petrified - she was No.1 last year, and Hogwarts was facing the risk of being closed.

Very good, this matter is more and more closely related to them.

"Looks like I'm really going to school in Durmstrang." He sighed.

Pansy was also reluctant to part with her lover: "I don't want to go to Beauxbatons."

Ola saw the prefect Eve was late, and she couldn't wait to run over: "Eve, did Potter tell you any other information, I mean, I don't want Hogwarts to be closed."

"It's not our business." Eve had a strange smile on her face, "Don't worry, Hogwarts will not be closed."

Theodore shouted over there: "Ola, come here."

She passed reluctantly.

"Ola, you've paid too much attention to Potter recently." Theodore said slowly. "This matter is waiting for Potter to do it. We can sit back and enjoy the achievements. Don't interfere too much. Let me think you are Gryffindor."

Aura said lazily, "I see."

Anyway, the atmosphere in the castle was getting more and more tense. Those mutts and half-bloods wanted to hide in the lounge, or a pureblood like Longbottom, who thought he was a squib, was also huddled in the lounge.

Professor Snape would escort them back to the common room.

Professor McGonagall told them: "Good news, the Mandrake is about to mature, and soon those petrified students will wake up."

Pansy was terribly annoyed: "What's the use of this, Hogwarts is going to be closed."

She just didn't want to leave Deliancep.

Orla was also terribly distraught by this realization.

"It must be for your lover." She said jealously, "Not for me."

Pan Xi hurriedly expressed her loyalty: "No, of course it's for you, sweetheart, give me a kiss, you won't kiss me now."

Ola blushed and said nothing.

Draco next to him let out a clear hum.

She hasn't told Pansy about it yet...

Pansy thought she was angry, so she hurried up and kissed her on the cheek quickly.

Wet, with a hint of green apple.

"Then I'll kiss you." She smiled. "Don't be angry."

If Potter kissed her after she kissed him that day...

He will be hacked to death by his brother with a curse.

Ola shook her blond hair and quickly dismissed the idea.

Pansy was surprised: "Why are you always acting weird recently? By the way, what do you choose for third grade courses——Theodore, what do you choose?"

"Ancient rune." He said.

Draco, who was buried in the wool paper, said, "I don't choose Muggle Studies anyway."

Ola nodded, and she couldn't either.

"What's your pick, Pansy?" she asked.

Pansy shook her head: "I don't know, why don't I choose divination, the seniors said that they can predict who you will marry in the future—"

"Pansy's mind is full of marriage." Theodore mocked, "You are definitely the one who gets married the fastest."

She smiled: "That's right, our family has very low requirements for me. I just need to marry a pure blood from a wealthy family, so I will get married as soon as I graduate."

Early marriages are common among wizards.

"Can we mix blood?" Ola asked suddenly.

Draco immediately moved the paper aside: "If you have this idea, we can break our friendship, children of Muggles and wizards, it's scary to think about it."

"I can accept children born between Muggle-born wizards and pure-blood wizards," Pansy said.

Ola held the pen lazily, and signed on the Protection of Magical Animals class and Divination class.

When going to the auditorium for dinner, Potter ran over with ease.

It was rare for him not to bring his two friends. He met Slytherin's unkind eyes and ran to Ola and Draco's side: "I'll come and say a few words before leaving, Malfoy, what happened to your father?"

"What happened to my dad?" He was also confused.

Potter spoke quickly: "He came to the school yesterday to threaten Dumbledore. He said that if Dumbledore can't handle this matter well, he will replace Dumbledore."

"Aren't you kidding? My father is the school manager, so of course he has to think about the school." Draco looked at Dumbledore on the teacher's table, and wrinkled his nose imperceptibly. "So, if you don't want to replace Dumbledore, you must quickly find the heir of Slytherin."

"By the way, how on earth did you know that Draco's father is coming?" Ola snarled.

It's amazing that Potter's news is rarely faster than Draco's.

It seemed that Potter cared about him too.

Potter skipped the subject: "Let me make sure again, are you sure you're on our side this time?"

"Don't doubt your allies." Aura said coldly.

Draco said: "If it wasn't here, my father would have replaced Dumbledore long ago. Do you think he can't do anything about him? If you have anything to say, hurry up, I still have to go to choose courses."

Potter exhaled, seeming to make up his mind.

"Before Hagrid was taken away yesterday, he told us to follow the spider." He explained hastily, "I think what Hagrid means is that if we follow the spider, there will be clues. Okay, I'm leaving."

He spoke in a low voice, and ran away quickly after explaining.

What did he tell them? Could it be that they went back?

"Draco, are you going?" Ola asked.

Draco's face was almost twisted into a ball: "No, that kind of place is too dirty, it will stain my robe."

Good, this is the Draco she knew.

It wasn't someone pretending to be after drinking the compound soup formula.