[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Aalto said that in his absence, Allen had absolute control over her.

Aura muffled: "Okay."

Norway is still the same.

The weather is gloomy, but there is a spell cast in the house, and there is an endless sky. Everything can float up and fly to the hand at the urging of the master. The house elf Sparkle will considerately complete every instruction of the master.

That's when she thought, Poor Draco, the house-elves have all been let go.

Their family's temper is so bad that the little elf doesn't even think about old love.

Alto checked her spell level as usual, praised her for the few new spells she had learned, gave her a few more galleons of pocket money, and continued to drink heavily.As for Mum, she also had a few words of praise for her improved relationship with Potter.

Draco and Pansy would come to her with floo powder and portkeys, and she visited their estate a few times.

She was relieved to see that there were still house-elves working for him.

Fortunately, my friend is not so bad.

And the elf is happy to follow Draco who cries like a mandrake.

But it's no different from the previous two summers and the life before, she's thinking more and more about the Muggle world - don't know what's different, their currency, their habits, honestly, how would they live without magic Woolen cloth.

No house-elves and charms, are they doing chores with their hands?

Ola buried her curiosity and finally lived in Norway for a month.

"Brother, can I stay at the Leaky Cauldron?" Ola asked, "It's already the second month of summer vacation."

Allen put down the book: "Why do you want to go to the UK? What attracts you to the UK?"

"I just want to go and see, I will go to England to work in the future," she said, "I will not go back to Europe, although the weather here is very good, but maybe the weather in England is more—"

Oops, it rains every day.

Allen narrowed his eyes: "You can live in Parkinson Manor, why go to the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Pansy and Delian went on a trip to Europe," she said strangely, "and you said, I'd rather live in the Leaky Cauldron than live in Malfoy Manor."

Allen waved his hand: "I can only stay at Malfoy Manor for a few days, and I can't stay longer. As for the Leaky Cauldron, if you're going to live there, you'd better not come out at night."

Ola nodded obediently, and she hurriedly wrote a letter about it, but omitted the important point, and only said when she would go to Malfoy Manor, and she decided to live in the Leaky Cauldron.

She wants to enjoy a little personal world.

She looked suspiciously at Allen, and went to Diagon Alley with Floo powder——

Ora went to Gringotts to exchange some money in the Muggle world, what do they call it, pounds?

Wearing a long robe, she met the strange eyes of every Muggle, walked into the clothing store, and changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt on the recommendation of the waiter, and she tied a ponytail.

A year from the previous year, Ola's body seemed to have been pulled out, and fresh branches and leaves appeared.

The streets of Muggles are very magical. They are all riding the cars seen on the Hogwarts train, running around in the streets and alleys. Ola walked around a few times in a daze, tried the subway, and went to Ma Street melon for fast food (the rumor that Brits can't cook is true.)

All in all, it's not bad to go shopping alone.

Ola soon got bored.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to live like a Muggle without her magic power, and she lost interest immediately, and was going to take the Knight Bus back to the Leaky Cauldron in London.

She raised her wand, silently said the spell that Allen had taught her, and immediately the car appeared in the air.

A conductor with a few pimples on his face leaned on the threshold: "Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step aboard, and we'll will take you wherever you want. My name is Stan Sampak, and I'm your conductor tonight."

"Eleven Sickles," he said, "and fourteen Sickles will get you a bar of chocolate, but for a pretty witch like you, I'll give you a bar of chocolate for free."

Ola took out a piece of Galleon slowly and walked up the stairs: "The rest is a tip for you."

Stan became more eager, and he couldn't let her cut in. "What's your name, I mean, witches like you are usually called Aphrodite or Venus or something—"

"Ola!" Potter's voice exclaimed in surprise.

Porter?Why are there Potters here?

Ola turned her head in disbelief, and saw Potter wearing a baggy T-shirt. He had also grown a lot, but he was not as fat as the clothes.This dress seems to be what he wore when he was shopping for clothes in Mrs. Malkin's store in the first grade.

It stands to reason that Potter should have inherited the property of the Potter family.

"You Potters are bankrupt?" she blurted out.

Potter froze in place.

It's really pitiful, with both parents dead and facing bankruptcy.

There are still five years left.

"Egil," Potter tried hard to control the thought of rushing up to cast a jinx on her, "you have to thank underage wizards for not being able to use spells outside of school, or you'd be gone."

Aura raised her head: "I can duel with you at any time."

He was surprised: "Aren't you afraid of being caught by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Potter, how many trolls do you eat a day?" She rolled her eyes, "The Ministry of Magic has no way of detecting who casts the magic, it can only detect which area, unless you are casting magic in the Muggle world, Otherwise the Ministry of Magic won't be able to catch you."

The Savior has no common sense at all.

Potter sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, as if he had a stomach bug.

Stan's face was gloomy. He turned his head and asked Ern to drive. Immediately, everything in the car was floating in all directions. He drove very fast, and the beds were squeezed to the east and west. Several times, Ola was braked Falling on the glass, she had no choice but to jump on Potter's bed over his objections.

But it's no good getting there, the beds are bumped together and squeezed into a Bowtruckle.

Stan leaned against the railing calmly, even reading a newspaper.

"So handsome." She lay on Potter's bed and said, "Porter, look, it's also black hair."

Although the man on the first page of the newspaper was unkempt, with waxy white skin and sunken face, he had handsome features and a wild and unruly temperament with a hint of elegance.

Even though the prison life is cruel, it can still be seen how handsome he was when he was young.

Potter sat at the farthest place from her by the bed, looked over reluctantly, and was suddenly attracted by the newspaper in Stan's hand: "Muggle newspapers also published him."

Stan turned the newspaper to the first page: "Yeah, Sirius Black. Of course he's going to be in the Muggle papers, Olla and Neville, where were you?"

He stared straight at Ola.

Potter turned pale and said nothing.

She was amused.

Stan stared at him blazingly, and he passed the newspaper over, placing it in Ola's hand.

"Look." He looked at her flatteringly.

She held up the newspaper effortlessly and looked at it. Potter next to him hesitated for a while, but decided to come over. Ola deliberately blocked the important information, and Potter flipped through it with his hands. After a few back and forth, he was out of breath. shouted: "Egil, why are you so annoying."

Ola giggled and unfolded the newspaper generously.

Potter exhaled, deciding not to look at her, but to read the news in the newspaper.

Black still at large The Ministry of Magic has confirmed today that Sirius Black, believed to be the most notorious prisoner ever to have spent time at Castle of Azkaban, is still at large.

"They also told the Muggle Prime Minister about it," Potter murmured, "Sirius Black used a spell to kill thirteen people in a street. Muggle definition means hand/ gun……"

Stan said: "Yes, he is fully supporting the mysterious man."

"Voldemort?" he asked subconsciously.

Ola looked at him in surprise, and Stan's pimples turned white.

"My consciousness is, a supporter of the mysterious man?" He quickly changed his words.

"Don't mention that name," Stan hurriedly said, "That's right, you're right. You have a very close relationship with the mysterious man, that's what people say... Anyway, little Harry Potter was going to be killed by the mysterious man back then." At the time of his death, all of You-Know-Who's supporters were hunted down, but then he disappeared, not Sirius Black."

He lowered his voice: "I heard that he thinks that the mysterious man will be in power one day, so he will be number two."

Potter turned pale with horror.

Ola couldn't bear it anymore, and Potter was too miserable. For him, there are only two kinds of people in the world, those who want to kill him, and those who are on the way to kill him.

"...Half the street was blown up, a wizard was killed, and a dozen Muggles were killed. Terrible, do you know what Black did next?" He wanted to show off his poor knowledge, chatting Nagging said for a long time.

Potter's hands were shaking: "What?"

"He's laughing," Stan tells him.

After hearing what he said, Potter's lips trembled, and he lay on the bed with blank eyes, as if his soul had been sucked away.Olla looked at him with some sympathy, but said nothing—

She could think of nothing comforting to say.

She thought for a while, and could only use the way Draco taught her, Ola stretched out her delicate hand, held his cold palm, and then stared at him with kind eyes with all her strength.

Potter's eyes widened and he lifted his head slightly, staring at her in a way she was possessed.

Ola twitched at him.

"Here we are, the Broken Axe in London," Stein said.

Potter packed up the box, Ola let go of his hand, and walked out the door——

Outside the door was Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Fudge looked her up and down: "Silver hair, gray eyes, you are from the Norwegian Egil family."

"Yes, Mr. Fudge." She smiled obediently.

Fudge nodded: "Little girl, don't hang out at night—oh, you came with Mr. Potter, that's okay, Mr. Potter, please come with me to the Leaky Cauldron now."

Potter nodded and greeted him.

And Stan behind him became cheerful: "Ern! Guess who Neville is, he is Harry Potter, I know now."

Porter carried the suitcase indifferently, and followed Fudge's guidance, as if he was bored with all this.He glanced back inadvertently as he entered Diagon Alley and saw Ola following him.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

When he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, he looked back again and saw Aura following behind. His pupils widened, and he seemed to want to rush down to ask for clarification, but he held back with Fudge holding his shoulders.

Ola didn't bother to leave him. She had already moved into the Leaky Cauldron, but she only lived there for a little more than a week. When Pansy came back from France, she could live in Parkinson's Manor and play with Pansy.

Living here is just convenient for slipping around to play.

After taking a shower, she sat on the sofa, and suddenly felt the double-sided mirror flickering in her hand, and she quickly got under the covers.

"Ola?" Allen's sharp eyes looked behind her, and he was relieved to see her lying on the soft bed.

"Just as long as you have nothing to do," Allen told her, "Sirius Black is out of prison, you will stay in Malfoy Manor these few days, and when Pansy comes, you'd better go to her, because I will come and see You, if you're not at Parkinson's Manor, but at Malfoy Manor—"

"I will definitely listen to you." Ola breathed out wearily. "I'm so sleepy, brother, good night..."

He sighed: "Okay, okay, since you're sleepy, go to bed right away, play Quidditch with Draco, and don't lose the game."

"Okay." She nodded with narrowed eyes.

Allen glanced again, and after a few seconds, the double-sided mirror in his hand turned into an ordinary mirror.

And Ola, who had just been pretending on the bed, couldn't wait to let the mirror go. She jumped to the ground, and her hair that wasn't exposed was completely wet. She rubbed her hair with a dry towel, and was going to ask the waiter for a drier one.

Potter was sitting downstairs, a strange light in his eye.

"Potter?" she asked suspiciously, "it's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

He smirked and bared his teeth: "Great, I wasn't expelled from the Ministry of Magic, and I can continue to study at Hogwarts."

Aura frowned: "Of course you can go to Hogwarts. You are a wizard and you have a name on the parchment when you are born. Can you stop being stupid? Have you been drinking too much?"

Are Gryffindor's minds that bad?

Potter quickly explained the cause and effect to her: "It's like this, I accidentally blew up my aunt at my Muggle uncle's house-violating the rules of the Ministry of Magic for minors, I thought I was going to be expelled Apart from."

"The Ministry of Magic won't expel people because of these things," Ola said, speechless. "You're not committing a crime of murder. Go to bed now. People who grew up in the Muggle world just don't have common sense."

She took the towel from the waiter and glanced back at Potter, who was carrying a bowl of soup as if he was dying, and was about to feed his owl.

Aura went back and looked through the spell book, but she didn't dare to learn and use the spells on it——

Her hair was smooth, not greasy like Professor Snape's, or greasy like Granger's.

The breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron was weird.

The tooth-crunching pancakes and the sour soup, she managed to eat a few mouthfuls, then flipped through the newspaper and started reading.

"Ola, why are you here?" Potter asked without his glasses.

Ola just didn't want to talk to him: "Of course, did you meet a ghost yesterday?"

He fumbled for his glasses with his hands, put them on, and took a bite of the smelly pancake.

"I live in room No.11, where do you live?" He asked, because he only knew Ola in this hotel. "It's actually quite strange. Why don't you go home and come here to live?"

People even chat with owls when they are alone.

Ola also only knows him: "My parents are very busy at work, and only Alan takes care of me, but I am annoyed by other people taking care of me, so I can only come to find my friends, but Draco and Pansy are both busy, temporarily There is no time to entertain me."

"Don't you still have Nott as a friend?" Potter asked.

She didn't want to explain her complicated relationship with Theodore: "What about you, why don't you live with Granger and Weasley, I want to live alone, can't I?"

Potter looked bitter, and instantly understood Ola's situation.

Seeing that she didn't eat much, he ate the big pie in three or four bites: "Go out, we can go to the store outside, maybe, we can discuss the history of magic homework?"

Ola nodded arrogantly.

The two actually had nothing in common. Potter had never had any friends other than those two. He could even talk about Florin's Cold Drink Shop for a long time. Ola was bored, so she asked directly: "I don't know what the fourteenth century fire is. I'm not interested in what the witches do, I copied all my homework. To be honest, I'm only interested in your Gryffindor Quidditch style."

"Last semester, do you remember?" She reminded him, "We bought Nimbus 2001 together, but we still lost to you, this time it won't happen, Slytherin will win, because I practiced Pokov's lure Enemy, I can at least score a few Quaffles—”

Potter immediately retorted: "No, my technique is very good, I can catch the golden snitch."

"You practiced Pokov's decoy technique, but I'm competing against Malfoy." He immediately cheered up, "I practiced very well in Ronsky's feint and Plumton's return technique, Malfoy Not necessarily able to steal the ball in my hands."

Ola retorted: "He is also practicing. He goes to Europe every month to learn from the Bulgarian national Quidditch team."

"What Bulgarian national Quidditch team?" Potter obviously didn't care much about the European Cup.

Ola can popularize science with him, from the European Cup competition system, to the participating teams, to the style of play to the technology.

He was fascinated by it: "According to what you said, it seems that this Krum is quite powerful."

"Of course," she immediately became excited, "my family is in Norway, I often ride a broom, want to fly to Bulgaria, want to watch my favorite Vratsa Eagles practice, and by the way see Krum, he He's also handsome and tall."

Potter pursed his lips.

The two walked and chatted, and they reached the door of the shop surrounded by a group of people.

"This is the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad!" The little boy was full of excitement.

The owner also declared: "The Irish International have just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms! This product is a favorite at the World Cup!"

The two Quidditch lovers were immediately hooked.

The clean glass showcase quietly displays this collection. This flying broomstick is streamlined, with a graceful figure and exquisite workmanship. You can even imagine the speed of riding it with your eyes closed. Its label reads: Firebolt/Arrow, etc. The flying broomstick represents the highest level of craftsmanship at present.

"It's beautiful," Potter exclaimed.

Ola also lay on her stomach and stared intently.

He suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that I need to save some money, and I have a Nimbus 2000."

She heard it, and a thought suddenly came to her mind. Ola turned her head and said, "Do you want to take a closer look and touch it? I remember, I haven't given you a Christmas present yet, right?"

"But it's not Christmas yet." Potter said in surprise.

Ola smiled, her smile was sweet: "It's okay, didn't I tell Dumbledore, I will give you a gift - a gift from Slytherin."

Potter thought of something, and his mood rose strangely.

"Actually, I've always wanted to say," Potter pursed his lips, "You didn't behave very well that day. If we are good friends, you should call by your Christian name, not your surname. This is a flaw."

She smiled sweetly: "Then, can I call you Harry?"

Potter blushed, "Yes, yes, can I call you Ola?"

"You've already shouted that." She smiled, "Stand where you are and wait for me."

Potter looked at her back expectantly, and Ola walked into the store arrogantly. After a few words with the owner, she generously took out her purse, and immediately made a deal. huge sum of money.

In this way, she got the only fire crossbow/arrow in the store, so all eyes were on her.

A few minutes later - Harry's heart was beating wildly as he watched her wade through with the packed Firebolt/bolt.

"Let's go." Aura said kindly, "Let's go back and take a good look."

Harry was in a hurry, he wanted to come over, but he didn't dare: "How about I get it for you?"

"Help me hold the tail." Her voice was ahead.

Harry held the broom by the tail, his heart beating wildly.

Ora is a pure blood, he always knew this, she and Malfoy are friends, so also a rich pure blood family, maybe for her, buy a Firebolt/Arrow and Malfoy handy for Slytherin The team bought Nimbus in 2001 as well.

So, is this broom for him?

Harry took a deep breath and blew the girl's soft hair. He swore that it was the first time he thought that Ola was so good-looking.

Although I always knew that Ola was the best-looking in this grade.

But he was looking her in the eye for the first time, and in fact, Olla was a very nice pretty girl besides playing with Malfoy and being mean-spirited and defiant.

Ola and the cranky Potter went all the way back to Room [-] where she lived.

"Thank you." Ola showed the same smile at the store door. "Can you take it apart?"

Harry nodded, he couldn't wait, you know, he was holding back all the way.

Several times, several times, when he walked to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, his heart followed the broom that had not been opened.

He carefully opened it with eyes full of stars.

This Firebolt/Arrow - as beautiful as it is in the store, as charming as it is in the shop, is the jewel in every Quidditch player's dream, the hidden fantasy in every boy's heart.

"I can't wait to get on it right away," Harry marveled.

Ola raised a smile: "Yes, so Harry, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

He kept nodding excitedly.

Ola immediately put away her smiling face, and stuffed the garbage that Potter had just unpacked into his arms: "That's good, get out quickly, I think since you like the Firebolt/Arrow so much, then you should also use the garbage that packed it." I must like it."

Potter raised his eyes, turquoise eyes full of fooled rage.

"Goodbye, Potter," she said with a smirk on her face, "I'm sleepy, you should go out now."

Potter still had the bag of trash in his hand.

"Goodbye, Egil." His voice seemed to come out of his teeth.