[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Harry lost the game.

Obviously, because he's terrified of dementors.

But fortunately, the powerful white-bearded wizard caught him, and he angrily accused the Ministry of Magic of being willful.

Draco held the binoculars and smiled sarcastically, "That's great."

"He fell from a height of fifty miles! Will he die—" Ola said hastily, "Let's go to the hospital wing and see Potter, well, I thought you'd want to see how he's hurt. "

She changed her words under Draco's widening eyes.

The two of them got rid of their followers and went straight to the medical wing.

The Gryffindor team members' robes and shoes were covered with mud, several female team members were crying, Weasley and Granger were staring anxiously in the medical wing, she and Draco looked at each other and smiled , and went up with a proud expression.

"Egil and Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Weasley said angrily.

Ola teased: "Because we are friends, have you forgotten?"

Weasley seemed to choke.

Granger tugged at his sleeve: "Forget it, Ron."

Several Gryffindor players had different expressions, but they didn't drive them away, and they just waited quietly with pride.

Professor Flitwick came once: "Unfortunately, Mr Potter's broom fell on the Whomping Willow."

She held a group of unrecognizable ruins, and the Weasley twins took them into their hands. Professor Flitwick left quickly, and when he left, he gave her and Draco a surprised look.

Finally, Madam Pomfrey let them in.

Harry was sleeping on the bed, a pair of emerald eyes staring blankly ahead, it took a while before he put on a pair of glasses.Seeing that he was fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the Gryffindors started chattering.

"Harry!" asked one of the Weasley twins, "what do you think?"

He hesitated: "We haven't failed."

"Of course," Draco cheered, "Hufflepuff won."

His delight was so obvious that the Gryffindors all stared at him.

Ola patted his hand: "The bad news is that your broom fell on the Whomping Willow."

Harry let out a sigh of frustration, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

He smirked: "Then I can use the Firebolt/Arrow!"

"I said you should have used that one," Weasley said excitedly, "otherwise we wouldn't have lost."

Fred Weasley said: "Ah, Harry, you are so well hidden that no one knows you have a Firebolt/Arrow, and if Wood knew he'd be out of the rain - he was Going to drown yourself."

Harry's eyes were flustered, and he glanced at Ola: "Yes, I bought it myself, and he is repairing it in Europe now."

Draco snorted.

She turned her head and saw that the Gryffindors all looked unwelcome, so she pulled Draco's robe and left.Before leaving, she turned her head and mouthed that she would come to see him at night.

"Damn it," he swore, "seeing Potter doesn't hurt a bone."

Ola's tone was much lighter: "Dumbledore is really powerful, he can do anything."

They retreated into the warm lounge, where Pansy was playing wizard chess with Delian, giggling from time to time.

She went back to take a shower, then brushed her hair and put on some perfume.

There are no classes in the evening.

When it was almost evening, when she was sure that there was no one there, she hid at the door of the medical wing with some food.

Madam Pomfrey was not easy to mess with, Ola waited until she was busy with other things before sneaking up to his bedside.At this moment, Harry was actually writing a history of magic homework, so absorbed that he almost forgot that someone was coming.

Ola originally wanted to call him to stop, but she thought about it again, and with a smirk, she stuffed her cold hands into his neck.

"Ah!" He called out shortly.

Madam Pomfrey was suspicious: "What's the matter, Mr. Potter?"

"No, nothing," he said angrily, "I just thought it was fun."

Madam Pomfrey said in a stern voice, "Don't think that screaming is fun, Mr. Potter."

Ola snickered.

He glared at her angrily.

"Are you hungry?" she asked softly. "I brought you some cookies."

Harry took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down: "Why are you always like this?"

She took a piece with a smile and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Harry wasn't hungry at all, so he couldn't help but arouse his hunger when he smelled this smell. It was still his favorite treacle pie.He took a bite, and the sweet taste flooded into his mouth along with the sauce.

"I guess you're hungry." She said, "Is it delicious?"

He wolfed down a mouthful, "Madame Pomfrey doesn't even allow me to eat too much at night, so I didn't eat anything."

Ola sat beside his bed: "I guessed it."

She spent the afternoon observing Granger and Weasley in the Great Hall.

He ate a few, and finally he couldn't eat any more, so he took a bite.

She gave him a glass of pumpkin juice to quench his thirst.

Harry devoured his food, Ola couldn't see it, and took out a scented handkerchief to wipe his face.Her hands were very delicate, gently wiping his mouth.

The life of the Savior is rough.

She complained silently in her heart.

And he didn't look at her stiffly, his face turned red.

After a long time, the attractive smell of orange blossom disappeared.

"Ola," he murmured, "Why did you want to come and see me today? I thought..."

Ola was at a loss for a moment, she saw that Ellen's girlfriend treated him like this.

Isn't that what girlfriends do?

"I want to see you," she said finally.

He huddled beside the bed, leaving a large space for her, and Ola sat on it, her little leather shoes dangling.

Harry hid under the quilt. Within a few minutes, he suddenly asked, "Do you remember that we were on the Knight Bus? At that time, we were like this too, but you held my hand."

Ola went over and took his hand.

Very white and slippery, without a trace of calluses on her hands, these are hands that have been pampered for a long time.

But his hands were thin calluses of different sizes.

"What's going on?" she asked.

After a while, Harry said dully: "I grew up in the Muggle world. My uncle and aunt treated me very badly. They asked me to go to work every day. No one signed for me when I went to Hogsmeade this time. And I bragged about my aunt...I thought you all knew what my family was like."

Ola stroked his forehead.

"It doesn't matter, there will always be someone who treats you well," she reassured, "Besides, didn't we make an appointment to go to Hogsmeade?"

He was even more frustrated: "I didn't find any secret passages...and Black broke in again, and the dementors left again, maybe they were going to take my life. I had two ominous encounters before, one almost I got run over by a Knight Bus; the second time I fell off a broomstick fifty feet off the ground."

Ola frowned.

"Unknown?" she asked, "Is that what the divination professor said?"

He hummed very tiredly.

Ola sarcastically: "It's okay, I've never even listened to her class. If you're so scared, just stay with me. I'm not scared at all. If you really want to go to Hogsmeade, you can drink Pretend to be me with compound soup prescriptions, anyway, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

She knew she couldn't persuade him at all.

I can only pray for safety.

Harry couldn't help laughing.

"I'm actually pretty experienced, I've played Pansy—" he stopped abruptly.

The faces of the two blushed suddenly, and then they changed their minds.

"I'm quite afraid of dementors," the secrets that were not known to her friends told her one after another, "I was the first one in the school to be scared unconscious, but luckily Professor Lupine was going to teach me a way to expel dementors." spell..."

They held hands and listened to his rambling voice, which eventually became long breathing.

Maybe it was a good night for Harry.

But Ola is not.

She walked out the door cautiously, and then ran back to the cellar avoiding Filch's search.

Her brother's silver hair dangled on the couch.

"Alan?" She walked over suspiciously.

He hurriedly pulled away, and suddenly a red head appeared under the sofa.

Ola snorted coldly, no need to go, it turned out that he and his new girlfriend were kissing.

This girl's hair is so short, like a boy's.

"What are you doing?" she asked coldly.

Alan's face was stained with lingering passion/desire: "Kids, go back to sleep, it's none of your business."

Ola kicked the sofa.

She turned her head and ran back, couldn't help but crawled back to the bed and buried her head in the pillow.

Her brother was so unfair to her.

Aura lay silently in the curtain, staring at the dimly lit ceiling above.

Every time I talk to her a lot of nagging, but these things are just to regulate her alone.

She couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

"Ola," came a weak voice from the bed next door, "are you unhappy?"

She wiped her face carelessly: "No."

There was no sound.

Ola is even more wronged, can't even Pansy notice that she is sad?

She buried herself in the pillow, sobbing softly.

But not long after, a pair of delicate hands gently brushed her hair away, approached her very gently, and then pressed against her wet face: "What's the matter, Ola?"

"My brother has a new girlfriend," she ran to hug Pansy, "but he won't let me! Why does he always control me like this, I'm so annoyed."

Pan Xi gently rubbed her face: "But your brother is very kind to you."

"Okay, okay, I can't bear it."

She came up with a bad idea: "Otherwise, you'll have a boyfriend to make him angry."

Orla did exactly that.

Pansy hurriedly ran out of bed. At this time, she didn't even mind stepping on the soft carpet with bare feet, and then stuffed a copy of "Twelve Ways to Win and Win" into Ola's arms.

She was sure: "It's very important, absolutely able to hold all men in the palm of your hand."

Christmas is coming soon.

Allen directly followed Alto's instructions and asked them all to go home for the holidays. Before that, the third graders could go to Hogsmeade.

Pansy asked, "Are you going this time?"

Ola shook her head, "I haven't finished my homework, let's talk about it."

You have to accompany your boyfriend in every possible way.

She has been hiding in the bedroom.

Pansy went on a date again, but Theodore and Draco waited outside for a while, and finally left with the big team reluctantly. They all said they wanted to buy something for her, and then they just She was left alone.

Ola started to dress up slowly, and then left quickly. She hid on the third floor and waited for a long time.

Not long after, something hit her on the back from behind.

But when she turned around, there was no one.

Aura turned around suspiciously for a few times, and that magical force patted her on the back from time to time, or just pulled her braid.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and drew out her wand.

Only then did the magical power manifest, and Harry suddenly appeared in front of her out of thin air, as if using some kind of profound magic.Ola's eyes widened, and a magical, silky fabric suddenly appeared at his fingertips—but he couldn't actually see or touch it.

"It's the invisibility cloak," he told her.

"It's no wonder you always go out at night without being caught, so shall we still go out as planned?" Ola asked him, "I even bought the compound soup prescription, and I'm just waiting to find a place to change it."

He smiled mysteriously: "I'll show you."

Harry produced a piece of parchment.

He tapped his wand: "I solemnly swear that I have done nothing wrong."

The white paper suddenly changed, and immediately from where the wand had just touched, thin lines of ink began to appear like spider webs, and it was written: Moon Face, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prong.There are many small black dots gathered together, and the names of people are marked on them.

"George and Fred gave it to me," he said happily. "I just found out that using this map to go out with an invisibility cloak is much better than your brother discovering that there are two Ola Egils."

And he doesn't want to wear a skirt.

Ola came over curiously: "Is there any secret passage?"

He blushed a little.

"There are seven routes in total," he said vaguely, "They recommended that I take the Whomping Willow route, which leads directly to Honeydukes, and we can pass there wearing the cloak of invisibility."

Ola ran into the Forbidden Forest.

She can always meet a black dog.

But the black dog was skinny, and they often looked at each other before walking away in embarrassment.A few times she wanted to give him a treat, put it on a plate in the Forbidden Forest, and wondered if the dog would understand.

Don't know if Sirius will be hiding in it.

Ora looked down, only to see that the socks in his boots were different colors.

Not only that, Harry took off his robes and put on Muggle clothes, which looked old and small.His hair is also messy, as if he has never combed it, but he has beautiful emerald eyes.

He was too careless about their date.

The realization simply wanted Orla to strangle him.

Her tone was a bit cold: "Hey, Potter, why didn't you go to Gryffindor's dormitory to pick out—"

Ola said the name of the place, and the map naturally showed the name of the person.

Pettigrew Peter.

Harry said in horror: "Who is this, and why is it in my dormitory?"

"Maybe the map is broken," Olla murmured, "but the Weasley twins have used it to swim many times at night, and my brother can't catch them, and often complains to me."

He immediately put it away: "I'm going to look for it in my bedroom."

"Harry!" A new idea suddenly came to her mind. "I remembered, this person is dead, killed by Sirius Black, that wizard, the one who won Merlin's first-class wizard medal!"

Harry nodded, "I'm going to the dormitory to take a look."

Ola sighed helplessly and followed him up the stairs.

Harry Potter is really stubborn.

Persuasion can not be persuaded.

He is obviously a person who has been dead for a long time, but he still has to find out what happened on this map full of loopholes.

But why did Weasley use them for night tours...

She ran up a few steps, completely unable to keep up with the boy.

Not long after, there was a muffled hum from upstairs.

"Professor Lupine," he said in a panic, "I, I..."

A gentle male voice sounded: "What's the matter, Harry? What are you doing with a piece of parchment?"

"I, I..." He didn't have time to collect the map, so he could only bite the bullet and tell him. "This is an inaccurate map. I saw the name of a dead person on it—Peter Pettigrew."

Ola heard the sound of the professor gasping.

When she came up, Professor Lupine took the map and walked towards Gryffindor's bedroom with a serious face.

As he walked, he yelled, "Harry, go get Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Ola was at a loss: "What is he going to do?"

Does the fight against counterfeit and shoddy products start from the campus?

But Harry broke into a run immediately, and ran away like a gust of wind, without even giving out the Felix from Orla's pocket.

Not long after, the bearded old man walked over sternly.At the same time, Lupine came out, with a mousetrap in his hand, a yellow-spotted mouse, and he was missing a thumb.

"Ah, that's him," Dumbledore said seriously, "I'm missing a finger, why didn't I think of it?"

His blue eyes gleamed with anger, not as peaceful as usual, but rather cold.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the mouse gradually grew, even twisted.He was transformed into a short, balding man in a state of distress, writhing and howling on the ground, obviously in great pain.

In full view, the animal transformed into a squat man.

Ola wanted to go back and throw away her toad.

"Who is he?" Harry asked in horror. "This man sleeps next to my friend every day."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the rat man was dragged away by an invisible force.Harry's eyes were fixed on him, without turning his head, he said, "Ola, come over?"

She sighed: "Okay."

But Harry was actually very nimble, and Ola watched as he ran out of sight.

While waiting for her to catch up panting, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had already come out of the fireplace belatedly, followed by several members of the Wizengamot and Aurors, a lame man with magical blue eyeballs The Auror Mad-Eye's eyes rolled wildly, as if he was afraid that he would run away, so he directly fed a big mouthful of potion to the man behind him.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

Aura said helplessly, "Veritaserum."

He finally looked over, his clear green eyes were blank.

She explained: "It's just three drops of potion that can tell the truth. It's for Aurors. Harry, can you listen to our dean's class?"

He scratched his head embarrassingly.

Mad-Eye pinched Peter Pettigrew's skirt: "What's your name?"

"Peter Pedilou."

"How did you escape the capture of the Aurors for the previous 13 years?"

"I'm an unregistered Animagus who stayed at the Weasleys' house as a mouse before, and entered Hogwarts with the admission of Weasley's youngest son, Ron Weasley."

"So, is Sirius Black innocent?"

"Yes."

Fudge rubbed his hands uneasily: "I, I thought, maybe we can restore Sirius' reputation..."

"Yes," said Dumbledore with a gentle look in his eyes. "Speaking of which, he unfortunately spent 13 years in prison, and he was also infamous. I think you should know how to do it, Connelly."

Fudge answered dejectedly.

At this time, Professor Lupine rarely showed emotion: "Harry, you have a godfather."

Ola assured that this was the most exciting moment for Harry.

He took a few deep breaths, "Then when can I see him?"

"In the not-too-distant future." Dumbledore blinked at them, "Okay, aren't you going on a date in Hogsmeade now?"