[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Draco also took Divination and Care of Fantastic Beasts.

Theodore also chose an ancient rune.

Ola didn't even understand what good it was to take one more test.

Theodore laughed at her: "Your theoretical homework is all copied, and you don't understand it at all."

"But I'm good at actual combat." Ola shrugged. "It's a talent my family gave me, well, they didn't teach me about potions."

Only then was Draco satisfied: "Otherwise I won't take you in Potions class."

They huddled around the fireplace to review, but in fact, the tense study atmosphere was broken very quickly.

"The prefect of Ravenclaw has been petrified." Eve walked in with a sad face.

She's a pureblood.

Pansy immediately screamed.

"What's the matter with Dumbledore?" Draco nodded, and started writing to his dad again. "If this continues, Hogwarts will really be closed, and I don't want to go to Durmstrang—"

"Draco!" It was her who yelled strangely this time.

He replied impatiently: "I don't want to be separated from you."

"Then will you go to the place Potter said?" She was almost impatient.

Draco looked over with the same gray-blue eyes, and he evoked a smile: "Of course not, after all, my father doesn't allow it—so, Ola, in order to show Slytherin's sincerity, you should go. "

Ola snorted: "I will go? You are afraid of getting dirty, am I not?"

She won't go on a night tour, what should I do if the points are deducted.

The next day, the situation became even more dire.

Because this time, everyone surrounded the place where the accident happened for the first time, and the huge blood characters were like flames, devouring everyone's last sense of security—her bones will remain in the secret room forever.

Professor McGonagall said sadly, "It's Ginny Weasley."

"She's pure blood." Pansy squeezed Ola's hand, "I can't believe that the heir of Slytherin is blind..."

Ola muttered to herself: "I regret not going there now..."

It seems that in front of that monster who doesn't know what it is, whether it is a pure blood or a mudblood, it is the same.

She was terrified by her own thoughts.

You know, the Egil family is a pure-blooded family in Norway that cannot be purer.

However, her grades were not as good as Granger, who was born into a Muggle family.

Not to mention anything else, even the most eccentric Professor Snape, when faced with Granger's potion, he would snort and walk away with his robe—because the things she made were so pure that there was no trace of impurities, and he couldn't find them at all. Give a reason to deduct points.

Ola was dejected: "I may also be petrified. Sometimes, I am no match for Granger..."

Pansy didn't refute, she had received too many shocks this day.

Professor Snape escorted them back to the common room, and Draco started writing letters again.

"My dad wrote back," he said pleasantly. "He said, let me pay attention to whether Potter will be found and come out alive in the end. If he comes out, he said that he will consider inviting Potter to our manor."

His face was getting darker and darker.

Ola sneered: "I think Potter will refuse, and our relationship should be maintained at this level."

She didn't want Potter to turn them down a third time.

Draco's face looked like he had swallowed a slug: "I think so."

But in fact, Ola doesn't expect a second-year student to defeat the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. The professors at Hogwarts should not be reduced to watching a child rush into the Chamber of Secrets. They should be able to barely solve it——

As long as the mandrake matures, the petrified students can wake up.

She is a rookie, going to face the Slytherin monster, she should die soon.

Her brother Allen got her some Felix Elixir to drink, saying that in this way, she could escape this innocent disaster.

Just woke up the next day, and Professor Dumbledore called them to the headmaster's office.

Draco grabbed her hand anxiously: "No way, does he think that my father is the school manager, and he is going to trouble me, no way."

"I think Dumbledore is not bad." She said under his surprise, "and he defeated Grindelwald's principal, his magic attainment should be very high, I think he can kill twelve your father."

Draco wanted to strangle her to death.

Ola raised her head, she was indeed right, Alto might not be able to survive in Dumbledore's hands.

The two of them argued for a long time, but there was no result as before.

"Honey Zizitang." He finally said the password depressed.

The door guarded by the stone statue opened immediately. Dumbledore liked to eat sweets very much. The air in the principal's office was filled with the sweet and greasy smell of candy. A fat lady with red hair hugged a little red-haired girl in her arms. Weeping, Weasley, Potter and Lockhart all sat there with muddy faces.

Dumbledore smiled at them kindly.

"Hello, Principal Dumbledore." Aura smiled. "You're getting younger again."

Draco immediately showed a 'sycophant' expression.

But he should get used to it, this is not the first time Ora has done this in front of the elders.

Ola Egil was a sweet-looking child.

As long as she is a little restrained, she is a very confusing character.

The old man with the white beard asked, "Ola, can I call you that? Would you like some candy?"

She nodded, then shook her head again.

Draco looked disgusted.

"So, Draco, Ola, from what Harry said, it was you who assisted him and told him about the Chamber of Secrets?" He had a kind heart hidden under his white beard, "What did you tell them?"

Potter immediately fidgeted, and he looked at the two with extremely anxious eyes.

Draco glanced over, "Something about the Slytherin Chamber being opened 50 years ago."

Potter breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't seem to want the headmaster to know the cause and effect.

Dumbledore was curious: "How did you decide to tell him?"

"Actually," Draco looked down, but she saw his expression as he struggled to make up a story. "Me, I actually and Potter—"

Ola immediately snatched his words: "Our relationship with Potter is actually very good, and we are equally good to Weasley and Granger. After knowing that they were looking for the secret room, we couldn't wait to tell them."

Weasley's expression seemed to hear that You-Know-Who was constipated.

Mrs. Weasley cried out, "Really, little Ronnie?"

Weasley and Potter looked at each other in horror, and finally he said with difficulty: "Yes, yes, we and Malfoy, no, Ola and Draco actually have a deep relationship."

Mrs. Weasley saw a ghost, and even the crying little red-haired girl stopped sobbing in shock.

Except for Lockhart, who was sitting in a chair as if he had been demented.

Potter immediately agreed cleverly: "Yes, actually, our relationship with Slytherin is pretty good—"

"Actually, we still give each other presents." She was afraid that Potter would be speechless, so she quickly connected. "After Porter got sick last year, we gave him a scarf in the summer because I was afraid he would freeze."

Potter's expression twisted: "Yes, yes, they also gave me cake, and Galleons, which Ola asked me to spend in the Muggle world—"

She met Draco's surprised eyes, and hurriedly continued: "Actually, last Christmas, we gave each other a few books, and we even made an appointment to go somewhere together during the summer vacation."

"It's Diagon Alley," Potter yelled, with Weasley's eyes that couldn't keep up.

His eyes were flickering with fear, as if he was afraid that he had entered the den of a dark wizard.

"That's right." Aura could only say, "In fact, there are many beautiful places in England, but Diagon Alley is worth visiting, so we made an appointment to visit Diagon Alley, that, that..."

Diagon Alley is terribly narrow, and I visited it all in the first grade, so what's there to see.

Potter was about to cry: "That brick has a sense of design, we want to appreciate it."

Draco hung his head, his shoulders shrugged like a squirrel, and he was about to laugh.

Clumsy lies, stuttering dialogue, and I don't know if I can fool the wizard who defeated Grindelwald.

Potter bowed his head too, but he didn't think this could fool the Headmaster.

"It's so cute." Potter immediately raised his head, and Dumbledore seemed to know nothing, "The friendship between the two colleges that broke through prejudice is really amazing. For Harry, you saved Ginny and closed the Chamber of Secrets. I will add two hundred points to Gryffindor alone, and you, two lovely Slytherin students, will add one hundred points to each student, for your precious friendship."

Draco blushed and lowered his head, wishing he could get into the cracks in the ground.

Potter seemed to have swallowed a dung egg.

Weasley was already stuck in place, he couldn't keep up with what they were saying.

"Is that so?" asked Mrs. Weasley, looking down.

Weasley dared not answer her.

"Very well, then you all go back together and have a good rest, and the children have some little secrets." Dumbledore blinked at them, "I'm so tired, this year, you have all added points, I think this year's House Cup should belong to Gryffindor."

If the Quidditch match hadn't been cancelled, she believed, Slytherin would have won.

Olla shot Potter a furtive glance.

Before leading them away, in order to show their non-existent friendship, they pretended to talk together, and walked out to meet Mrs. Weasley's wide eyes and Dumbledore's smile.

Draco and Weasley hooked their shoulders twistedly, and each other's hands were about to crush an owl to death.

As soon as they go out, they can't avoid letting go.

But Potter still stood where he was, looking inside from time to time, with a hesitant look on his face.

It seemed that he really wanted to tell the principal the truth.

Ola quickly pulled him out.

Outside the door was a middle-aged man with silver hair, elegant demeanor and a cane.

"Dad!" Draco hurried up.

"Draco, Ola." He nodded respectfully, showing a very shallow smile. "Mr. Potter, could you please come over, let's have a chat alone."

Potter passed without knowing why.

Ola didn't want to stand up anymore, and talking to Dumbledore almost crippled half of her brain nerves.

And in the office, what did she say.

She actually said that Potter was friends with them, and that she was going to Diagon Alley to admire the design of the bricks.

I laughed out loud.

But Ola immediately found it even more ridiculous, because tomorrow she would know that Potter had gone back and told Dumbledore the truth.

She yelled annoyedly: "Draco, I'm leaving first, I won't stand with you anymore, I still have to pack my luggage and prepare to go home."

"Go back to your home in Norway?" Draco couldn't help laughing at what happened just now, "Or do you want to go somewhere else, such as enjoying Diagon Alley with Potter?"

Aura tilted her head: "I'll think about it again."

Back in the Slytherin lounge, she and Pansy were chatting while picking out skirts, and were planning to discuss where to go during the summer vacation. Draco came back angrily: "Damn Potter, he freed my house-elf, he Gave my dad a stinky sock that hadn't been washed in a few days, and my dad threw him on Dobby."

"Too bad." Pansy shrugged.

Draco was furious, kicking the sofa with his shoes.

Orla didn't even bother to talk to him (although it was a little unfortunate that the house-elf had let go).

It was her mood that bothered him.

"Hey, I wrote to you during the summer vacation," Draco managed to calm down, "I remember to come to Malfoy Manor to play, especially you Ola, practice Quidditch at home, and we will strive to win the trophy next year .”

She suddenly had an idea: "Okay, Draco, why don't I go and live in your manor."

In this way, she doesn't have to go to her home in Norway, and she doesn't have to be tested by Aalto for her spell level.

"Whose house are you going to?" Allen's majestic voice sounded in the lounge. "Go live at Draco's house, aren't you going home?"

Ola said blankly: "We practice Quidditch so that we won't lose to Gryffindor."

"No, I don't allow my sister to live in a man's house." Allen cast a sidelong glance at Draco, who was a head shorter than him, "You've grown up, and you're not allowed to fall in love before the seventh grade."

Pansy let out a cry of surprise.

Ola defended: "No, I just want to stay in the UK for a while. I have never been to other places in the UK. I want to see what interesting places there are in the UK."

More importantly, she kind of wanted to see the Muggle world.

At first, she had forgotten that Potter said in the office that the Muggle world does not cost Galleons, and she remembered the Muggle car she saw on the Hogwarts train.

Draco also remembered, he lowered his voice and wanted to ask Ola something, but Alan gave him a hard look.

"Then go home first," his voice was choked out of his teeth, "you go back to Norway first, and then I will give you a month to come and live in England, at Parkinson's Manor - even the Leaky Cauldron Either way, you can't live with a man anyway."

A blush of disbelief crept across Draco's face.