[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Harry was really angry this time, his face turned from red to purple, and this time he didn't just stare at her, he was so angry that he didn't even want to look at her.He tore off the shell that contained the fire crossbow/arrow, but accidentally dropped out an order.

Firebolt/Arrow, Harry Potter, ordered from Europe, shipped on August 8th.

Harry's voice was both surprised and happy: "Ola, you actually sent a Firebolt/Arrow!"

He looked at her with twinkling starlight eyes, his originally angry face was blushing for a long time, he restrained his breath: "I'm sorry, Ola, I really misunderstood you..."

"It's okay," Ola snorted softly, "but you tore my wrapping paper, and I'm going to give this broom to Draco, my dad gave him a goblin for his birthday .”

His face turned sour again.

She continued: "Draco will practice more diligently with the Firebolt/Arrow, and Slytherin will also win. I can't wait to see how happy he is. Because the Firebolt/Arrow is made by hand , in a few days, your share will also come."

"Well, isn't this gift from Slytherin sincere enough?" Ola raised an eyebrow at him.

Harry couldn't help looking at the beautiful broom again, his eyes almost glued to it.

"Thank you," he said with difficulty, "Ola."

Ola waved his hand: "Go out, find the owner of the Quidditch boutique, and ask for a new wrapping paper, otherwise I can't get Draco's gift to him."

He grudgingly groaned, and then went out immediately.

She looked at the fire crossbow/arrow with regret.

Too bad she's a Chaser and she's sitting on it so fast she can't see the Bludgers.

Or let Ola do it for herself.

It didn't take long for Harry to run in panting and riding at the speed of Nimbus 2000, with the undamaged wrapping paper still in his hand.

"Pack it up, hurry up." She greeted.

But this kind of order seemed to be something Harry couldn't wish for. He kept suppressing the corners of his mouth that could not help but curl up, and wrapped his hands around the fire crossbow/arrow very carefully, wishing he could put his eyes on it. He wrapped the paper as slowly as possible.

But there is always an end to everything, he reluctantly glanced at the Fire Crossbow/Arrow, then raised his head.

He couldn't help but said, "Ola, do you often send Malfoy birthday presents?"

"Of course," she raised her eyebrows proudly, "we remember each other's birthdays, I was going to give Draco a broomstick repair kit, but my brother took it away, he forbade me to give it to Draco Laco did what he liked, and he sent him a few goblins my dad caught."

Aura continued to complain: "If I don't give him a gift, in this case, what he will give me is a beauty potion full of pustules."

Harry looked at her enviously.

"What's your birthday?" He stared and frowned slightly, "And you spend so much money—what do your parents do."

Ola admired Harry's Firebolt/Arrow for a while, and nodded with satisfaction: "I was born on December 79, 12, the day after Christmas. I won't have a birthday either, because that's telling me that I'm an old woman. As for my parents, they both work in the Ministry of Magic in Europe, and my family used to have the headmaster of Durmstrang and many useful Master of spells, my family is prominent and has always been rich."

Ola readily signed and signed AA, opened the window and waited for Mona, the family's old owl, to pick it up and send it to Draco in the Malfoy Manor.

He has been standing in place, his eyes followed the fire crossbow/arrow away.

"Don't read it," she reminded him, "Have you finished your homework? After you finish it, lend me a copy. I haven't written any."

Pansy doesn't give a damn about homework.

As for Theodore, she almost knelt on the ground and begged him every time before he would give her alms.

Harry is now doing what Ola says he wants—

In fact, she thinks that giving her something she likes and has been itching for a long time is enough to make Harry, who is bankrupt, be wary of her (but Harry didn't receive a gift on his birthday last month), and he is happy Give her the homework: "Don't copy everything."

Ola nodded, doodling and correcting his homework. Fortunately, sitting in Florin's ice drink shop, Florin himself came to guide him from time to time.

Harry continued to do other homework while eating the free cold drink Florin gave him.

"Actually, I think," he said slowly and thoughtfully, "I think you and Malfoy are completely different kinds of people who just happen to be playing together."

She wrote her homework viciously, and her hands were sore: "Of course it's a coincidence. It just so happens that my mother and his mother are good friends, so we are also a pair of good friends. We will enter a college, celebrate festivals together, and grow up." We'd go to each other's weddings—maybe our fathers talked it over and we'd tie the knot."

Harry's face was contorted, as if he couldn't imagine Draco and her in their wedding dress.

"Then, it's your father who asked you to get married," he asked curiously. "Can't you decide your own marriage? Just like my parents—we married because of love."

Ola didn't even look up: "Yes, but there are restrictions. My brother said that I can only find pure blood from Slytherin or from Durmstrang. How is this possible? Durmstrang said I don't I know Russian, and there are only a few Slytherins, if he doesn't relax a little bit, I won't be able to get married for the rest of my life."

He thought about the people in Slytherin, and he did not speak.

"That is to say, you have to find someone who is within the limit, and then pick the one you like the most." His face seemed to have swallowed strange beans. "And then you got together with your pure-blood husband, had a son, went back to Slytherin..."

Same personality as Draco Malfoy.

He was almost terrified by his own fantasies.

"I'm not sure I'm going to marry a Slytherin," she murmured.

Ola finished copying his History of Magic homework and Transfiguration homework, and was going to wait until he went to live in Malfoy Manor——to revise Draco's Potions homework. As for spells, he asked his brother to tutor him.

Her homework is done, and she can play around.

"Why don't you go and study in Durmstrang?" he asked suddenly.

Better to take Malfoy with him too.

Ola glared at him: "Because I don't speak Russian."

"Why don't you learn?" he asked.

"Because I—" Her voice seemed to be squeezed out, "I can't learn."

Norwegian and English are hard enough to learn.

Harry laughed out loud, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid Ola's reprimanding eyes and smiled.

All in all, this gift is enough for Harry to maintain the greatest kindness towards her. In fact, in Harry's mind, he thinks she is just a bad person, but his evaluation of her is that she has a good personality.

...probably the Firebolt/Arrow blinded his eyes.

Ola and Harry wandered around Diagon Alley a few times, a little tired, and she received a letter from Draco.

To Ola the Little Troll:

Thank you so much for the Firebolt/Arrow, I'll be sure to catch the Snitch from Harry and get the House Cup to Slytherin.The guest room at Malfoy Manor has been arranged, and you are welcome to check in anytime.

By the way: what happened to your brother, did you give me permission to send me a fire crossbow/arrow?

Your best friend: Draco.

"Okay, I'm leaving Harry, I'm going to live with Malfoy." Ola sent him a challenge, "Draco has a Firebolt/Arrow, he will definitely practice well, better than you One month earlier, we will definitely win this year's Quidditch match."

Harry was confident about this: "I don't think so."

"Oh, by the way." The expression on his face was somewhat unnatural, "Are you going to do the same as Malfoy—buy Firebolts/Arrows for the whole team?"

Did he think the Firebolt/Arrow was as cheap as the Nimbus 2001?

Ola deliberately: "Oh, this is part of our tactics, and we will not disclose it."

He clenched his fists and clenched his robes, but made up his mind quickly.

"Then, wait and see." Harry also responded, "Let's not say that the whole team has Firebolt/Arrow, even if you all cast a speeding spell on Firebolt/Arrow, there is no way to take it away from me. The Golden Snitch."

She snorted proudly: "We'll wait and see."

"By the way," Ola suddenly thought, "Don't tell anyone, I gave you the Firebolt/Arrow."

But that Firebolt/arrow put Draco in a good summer mood.

He rode the Firebolt/Arrow in the sky almost every day to practice Prenton's return technique, and Ola rode on the Nimbus 2001 to practice Bludger.

Allen also came once. He didn't find anything unusual, but he just warned Ola not to live in Malfoy Manor anymore.

She secretly rejoiced that she violated her brother's control once, moved into Pansy's house neatly, and flew in the sky with Draco even more happily. The joy of winning Gryffindor almost overwhelmed her hope that it might grow. Muscular doubts.

Ora grew taller, more beautiful and attractive, tall and full of breasts.

"These days, Diagon Alley is really crowded—" Allen complained as he walked, "Go there and take a rest first, Lihen Bookstore should be full of people now, except for "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future" and " The Monster Book of Monsters, Ola, do you want to buy anything else?"

She thought for a while, "Nothing, I think."

Allen nodded, and he thoughtfully helped his sister carry the things. Suddenly, two identical red hairs broke in.

"Oh, Fred and George." He recognized them clearly. "What are you doing here?"

Fred put his hand on his shoulder: "Of course it's for you."

George answered: "For our friends who have been friends for almost six years."

Fred A: "For our trip to Egypt,"

"We found something that suits you perfectly," he said briskly, "an Egyptian mummy doll, how suitable for you—"

George said: "The brains have been taken out."

Ola frowned and stared at them, but strangely, Alan was not angry. Instead, he took the gift from Fred with interest and whispered something to him.

To be honest, it wasn't Ellen who said their names, she couldn't recognize them at all.

But soon, the twins ceased to interest her - because she looked into the Leaky Cauldron and saw the Weasley family with red hair and him sitting on it, and Harry was talking to his two A good friend, sharing his beloved Firebolt/Arrow, which he just arrived to master.

The Alan and Weasley twins didn't know what to say.

She walked a few steps, and Harry looked up and spotted her immediately. He was about to say hello to her when he caught a glimpse of her brother and nodded slightly at her.

Granger looked at the book, not interested in the broom, and didn't notice it.

Weasley looked ashen, obviously not forgetting how they told Dumbledore a big lie.

Ora didn't look at him, she grinned at Harry.

He secretly smiled at her.

The Weasley twins chatted with her brother for a few days before setting their eyes on her and pulling her away.

"What's your relationship with Weasley anyway?" she asked directly. "Didn't it mean that I can't get too close to the Weasleys? What's the matter with you?"

Allen's tone was much better: "The relationship between Weasley and I is very complicated. You don't understand after I say it for a while, so go back first."

But Ora swore her brother had never spoken to her so nicely.

He suddenly changed his voice: "Ola, I remember you haven't stayed in the hotel outside, do you want to stay? We can wait for less people to come to buy things, here is a little closer to platform [-] and three quarters .”