[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Aura looked at him, her gray-blue eyes filled with surprise.

Within a few seconds, she slapped him hard on the forehead.

"You must be dreaming." Ola's eyes widened. "My brother doesn't allow me to be with men. Why, you just think of yourself as a woman, don't you?"

It seems that Draco was really maimed by the beast.

My God, it's no wonder that Professor Snape has a bad look at the students every day. Look at how hopeless this school is, with squibs, deaf people, patients who can't tell the difference between genders, and her bad-mouthed girl.

Draco pursed his lips unnaturally, "Why don't you pity you, tsk tsk, who would want to hang out with you with such a big brother, why not find someone who is brave enough to challenge your brother."

"Find a Gryffindor?" she said coldly.

He almost spit out the pumpkin juice he drank: "What?"

"It's not necessary," he hurriedly took out his veil, "Didn't your brother say that you must associate with pure-blooded Slytherins? Slytherins, you can pick whatever you want, but if you pick someone you're not familiar with, it's okay." Not as good as me."

Ola sighed.

She looked at her popular brother and the petite girlfriend next to him, and she felt angry.

"My brother can marry beautiful girls from different colleges," Ola said unwillingly, "I can't, why, Draco, don't you think it's too unfair?"

He whispered: "I don't think so."

But the brother would grab the wretch she was dating and hang him, just like Filch caught the night-walking students.

Her eyes were looking away, as if choosing who to go to Hogsmeade with her.

Finally, Ola whispered: "Theodore, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

Theodore turned his head, looked at her seriously, and then shook his head.

"I don't want to be hunted down by your brother." He said coldly.

She had no choice but to turn her face away and look at Draco again. At this time, he was completely cold-faced, reading a newspaper without speaking.He pretended to be reading the newspaper, which said that Sirius had been spotted by a Muggle in a nearby village and reported.

He was still eating just now, and when he saw her, there was a spoon between the fingertips holding the newspaper.

Just to tease her on purpose.

She could have played tricks on Potter before, but wasn't that a stupid thing to do?

Brazenly confronting the savior.

Ola lowered her head, and then changed her expression to beg for mercy: "Oh, Draco, you are the best, just go with me."

"I'm not good," Draco said, his face blocked by the newspaper, "I'm not good at all, no better than Theodore."

She acted like a baby: "Well, no, you are the best, I like you the most."

"Who do you like best?" The voice behind him was cold.

She turned her head in panic, and saw Alan looking at her with a straight face.

"No, no one," Ola hesitated, "I'm just repeating to Draco what Pansy said yesterday. She quarreled with me all day yesterday, and I'm almost bored to death."

Allen glanced at them vigilantly, "You didn't go to Hogsmeade with anyone, did you?"

"No." She was almost annoyed.

Only then did he leave in peace.

Allen repeatedly reminded: "Don't go out with boys."

understood!

irritable.

After he left, Ola kicked the corner of the long table angrily, and instead kicked the innocent Draco. He groaned, poor Draco, he was not killed by that Buckbeak, but instead Crippled by the troll Ola.

Aura immediately decided not to go.

She still doesn't want to.

On the day I went to Hogsmeade, it was snowy and covered with silver, the ground seemed to be covered with a thin layer of silver-white fog, and the stained glass windows carved in the castle were a little hazy.

Everyone was happily discussing Hogsmeade.

All this excitement has nothing to do with Ola.

Draco asked, "Is she really not coming?"

Pan Xi fiddled with her hair casually in the mirror: "Yeah, if she can't get up, she doesn't want to come."

"If you say that, she's a bit lazy," Delian murmured, hugging her waist. "You should be more diligent, little Pansy—"

She smiled coquettishly and hid in the boy's arms.

Theodore avoided her helplessly.

The team soon scattered towards Hogsmeade, and almost all the students above the third grade in the school were gone.Draco had mocked Potter, who stayed in school, but soon remembered his friend.

In order to avoid Gryffindor's ridicule, Ola slept until noon, and didn't get up slowly until the afternoon to eat.

But life is unlucky.

By the time she caught sight of Potter, she was walking towards the Great Hall in a casual nightgown.

He was dressed thickly, and his eyelashes blinked with frost.

Harry's eyes lit up, "You're really here."

"Well, I didn't expect you to be here." She pulled her clothes uncomfortably. "Why are you here? Did you just stroll around outside, why is your face covered in frost?"

He was vague: "I went for a stroll outside and saw a lot of dementors, so I came back...it's okay."

Ola nodded politely and was ready to leave.

He stopped her suddenly: "I haven't tried your torch, but I have already imagined how fast it is, and I am looking forward to it and my performance against Hufflepuff on the field. Hey, Ola, what do you prefer?"

"I don't know." She said casually.

Harry hesitated for a moment.

"I think you've already given me Christmas presents," he whispered. "It doesn't seem right that I don't give you anything."

Ola starved to death: "Whatever you want, anyway, I don't like tongue kissing Lockhart."

Harry snorted angrily.

But for the sake of the Firebolt/Arrow, he managed to talk to her calmly.

"Then I'll ask someone else," he exhaled, "or look through witch magazines. I like the gift you gave me very much, so I will treat your gift very carefully."

Ola hurriedly said, "Okay, then I'm going to the auditorium for dinner."

Only then did he notice her fluffy hair that just got up from the bed, her face that was a little paler than usual, her sloppy clothes, and some sleep-promoting scents——

Like the smell in the Slytherin lounge.

Thinking of this, Harry's ears turned red.

"You, you go." He avoided in a hurry.

Ola snorted softly, went to the auditorium to get a few pieces of cake, and was about to go back to the Slytherin lounge, since she was the only one in there anyway.

She will definitely avoid her brother and find someone next time.

It is now.

He wouldn't let her fall in love, but she insisted!

Ola held the small cake angrily, and was about to walk back when she saw a pair of emerald eyes looking at her not far away.

"what are you doing?"

Did he have to let the whole school know he was talking to a Slytherin girl?

Harry murmured: "I just forgot to ask, why are you here? Don't your parents sign for you?"

"Actually," she blinked, "my brother can control me. My parents listen to my brother first before making decisions about me. There are many couples in Hogsmeade. My brother is afraid that I will be bad, so he won't let me go."

He seemed to think of something: "It's very unhappy to be controlled by others."

"Yes."

It's rare for Ola to have a heart-to-heart with poor little Harry.

They chatted while walking, avoiding crowded places on weekdays.

"I'm in a worse situation than you." Harry said, "I have been under the control of my uncle and aunt since I was a child. They won't let me do many things, and they won't sign for me. I can't even go to Hogsmeade."

He rested his face on his elbows, looking at the white snow in front of him under the Whomping Willow.

She muttered, "Sounds like a bad Muggle indeed."

In fact, she wanted to say that being with Muggles sucked.

But talking is an art.

Ola changed the subject: "My brother is actually good to me. When I was pregnant by my mother, he stared at her belly and imagined what I would look like when I was born. They are very busy, and my brother took care of me, but He's getting more and more involved."

So fine as to make a boyfriend.

"That's great." He said softly.

"Every time he manages me, I like to lose my temper." She said, "At first, I thought I had a good personality, but because of him, I became more and more angry. When I got angry, I liked to vent my anger on others. body."

Harry laughed dryly: "Then you're like Flint's pinpoint head, he always knocks someone down when he tries to knock someone down."

He heard Flint say he was going to hit him, and he didn't think much of it.

He was worried about himself when he said he was going to run into George and Fred.

Ola snorted, "He's a bit off-point. I think my brother is pretty good. If he bumped into you, Potter, you'd probably be dead."

"I'm not afraid of your brother." Harry said confidently.

He looked at the vast sky outside: "Hey, there are not so many dementors in the sky above the Quidditch pitch, let's go play Quidditch together, just in front of you, I can also take my firebow/arrow .”

Ola panicked.

"Oh, it just occurred to me," she stammered, "Oh, the Quidditch boutique in Europe sent me a flyer asking me to send your broom back because he was worried that something was wrong and had to double check one time."

Harry looked sideways at her, his green eyes hidden behind thick frames.

Ola stared at him without hesitation.

Except for the trembling hands in the sleeves.

"You are actually a nice person." He wanted to cover up and put it aside.

Harry ran back to get the broom, and she hurried back to write the letter——

Originally, the broom was jinxed by someone she hired at a high price, and it was indeed a genuine Firebolt/Arrow, but once it flew on it, it could become a Nimbus 1001—this broom has been out of print for 53 years up.

It is conceivable that as soon as you ride it, you will send a snitch to the enemy's hands.

He had already thought about it, and Draco even imagined the accident when Potter got on the broom and suddenly turned into another broom, met the Slytherin ramming team, and fell directly to meet Merlin.

Once on the express, they burst into laughter after talking about this brilliant plan, and Draco mercifully spared the Savior for a while.

But Ola didn't know what happened to her.

She thought about a summer prank, and suddenly felt a strong desire to change.

Perhaps it was her Quidditch fit of longing for a fair game?Conscience found out.

Ola wrote the letter in a hurry, cast a shrinking spell on it and put it in her pocket.

When she came over out of breath, Harry had already packed it carefully.

He listened to the voice, and gave her a happy smile: "I've finished it, but I don't know if he can check it faster, I'm going to ride it for a race."

She dared not look at him.

Ola hummed, and secretly stuffed the letter into the package.

She was vague: "I said, it should be better before."

It may take several months to undo the spell.

If Potter knew...

She could hardly think about that scene.

Ola quickly tied up the things, and quickly patted the owl's body in fear, hoping that it would disappear from Potter's eyes immediately.

"I wanted to ask you to go ride the broom together," he cast his eyes down, "but we didn't seem to do anything, but fortunately I came here, otherwise the broom would be finished."

Ola changed the subject: "I thought, you Gryffindors are more, um, defying the rules. I thought you would have some weird secret way to Hogsmeade."

I didn't expect to grab her and talk about it.

"Good idea," he became excited, "I didn't think of this, but I don't know any secret passage..."

Having said that, Harry lowered his head, feeling a little lonely again.

Ola asked, "If you knew, would you go to Hogsmeade?"

"Of course!"

The little lion is fearless.

How reckless.

Blake outside wanted his life.

He actually still had the mood to go outside to die.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Olla looked at him.

Harry actually looked like a very well-behaved boy. He was still the same as before, with messy hair and black-rimmed glasses, but his already immature face had some sharp edges and corners, and he was much taller than when we first met.

At least he looked more mature than Draco.

And the courage of Gryffindors.

A thought suddenly came to her mind——

"Would you like to be my boyfriend?"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the young girl turned red.