[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola couldn't remember how they walked out of the room side by side with the famous savior from the principal's office filled with syrup and the teasing eyes of the elders.

awkward.

"Then we can go to Hogsmeade now." He mumbled.

In fact, Harry still wanted to wait here for the godfather to appear.

But Dumbledore told him not to rush.

Ola suddenly asked, "Where's your map? Let's try that secret path."

She must not let more people find out.

He was attracted: "I think so too."

But it didn't take long for Ola to regret the decision.

Because the secret passage was too dark, it took her several fluorescent flashes to barely see the road ahead.There is a one-eyed witch in front, and Harry chanted "Left and right separation." '

She stayed behind and did not go away.

He turned his head suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

"I can't be seen," Aura frowned. "Come here, take my hand, and cover me in the invisibility cloak."

This boyfriend is no good at all.

Everything has to be taught.

In the darkness, the boy who couldn't see his expression clearly sighed: "Okay."

The more callused hand on the left held her tender, Ola frowned at the rough feeling, then she took off his hand and let him hold the slender wrist.

The invisible and smooth clothes covered the top of the head, and for a moment, only the breathing of two people could be heard.

"Come on with me." He complained about her lack of effort.

"Wait a minute," she said.

It's too heavy on this.

When they finally came out of Honeydukes' cellar, they were already sweating profusely in the enclosed space.

Harry couldn't wait to get out.

"Potter!" Olla yelled, "I'm suffocating."

He muttered something, deliberately blowing the wind to blow up the invisibility cloak, so that Ola, who was sweating, exposed half of his clothes-she could only imagine how frightening it would be for the others.

After a few seconds, he rushed in again.

The two of them were not so hot anymore. Harry's hand was hanging around his waist, and then he grabbed her wrist as if remembering something.

Ola didn't refuse or agree, she didn't speak.

As soon as they walked out of the cellar, there was a large group of Hogwarts students gathered outside, including many seniors.

"Get another case of jelly slugs, honey, they're almost buying us out of stock..."

Colorful candies and crowded piles of students, she and Harry walked over holding hands, finally finding a place where no one was crowded to look at the candy jars.

"This is Little Black Pepper," she told him.

Ola grinned: "As long as you eat it, your nose can breathe fire out."

"It seems that you have done a lot of things like this."

"Hey, look," Ola suddenly pointed to the front, "it's Longbottom."

Longbottom was squatting at the door eating candy.

She smirked: "Otherwise, we'll grab his candy—"

"Wait for him to catch up, and return the candy to him." Harry understood, "Why do you do this kind of bastard thing all day, your hobby is to tease others."

Ola snorted coldly.

He suddenly pointed at Ola's back, "Look!"

She turned her head unsuspectingly, but only saw a group of students who were paying the bill. Ola immediately understood that she was being teased. Sure enough, when she turned back, Harry grabbed a handful of the little black pepper urchin with his big palm, and was about to go She delivered it with her mouth.

"What are you doing!" She tried not to open her mouth, "You haven't paid—"

Harry also imitated her laughing voice: "It's okay, I'll put some Galleons on the counter then. As for you, Ola, do you like candy the most?"

Aura pursed her lips warily.

But she obviously couldn't resist Harry's approaching hand.

And he held her wrist firmly.

Ola panicked: "Don't, don't, don't! I beg you!"

no!Egil can't lose!

She immediately thought of the book Pansy had given her.

"Okay," she said with a charming smile, "but you have to feed me."

Sure enough, the grumpy savior stopped moving.

He didn't want to lose: "Okay, I'll feed you right away."

Ola blinked: "Wait a minute, do you know which feeding method I'm talking about?"

"What feeding method?"

Aura looked into his staring eyes and showed a sweet smile: "Of course I feed it with my mouth."

As soon as he said this, his breathing became heavier, and his hand holding the pepper dropped down. The blushing little savior put it back obediently, then lowered his head and pretended to be looking at something else, for example, he was looking at it right now. An ice mouse.

"Harry," she deliberately disgusted him like a baby, "why didn't you feed me, weren't you quite energetic just now?"

The girl approached him with a smile, and the smell of orange blossom that belongs to summer became more obvious.

Harry's head dropped even lower.

His voice was also low: "I think, you, it's too hot here, let's go out."

Ola let out an annoyed cry.

They didn't let anyone go, and she didn't want him to let go.

Maybe Harry was going too fast.

"Where are we going next?" she asked.

Harry thought about it quickly: "Go to the Three Broomsticks, Ron and Hermione said they like the butterbeer there."

Ola suddenly felt bad.

She thought of Granger—although she was not a very beautiful witch, but because she was a Gryffindor student, she could always take classes with him, and she might fall in love with him one day.

"You seem to be having a good time," she said softly.

Harry nodded: "Yes, we have known each other for a long time. They are my first friends in the wizarding world. How should I put it, it's like you and Malfoy—"

He frowned.

"Draco and I also had a good time." Ola said, "What's your expression?"

He smiled sarcastically.

Ola was patient: "He is actually very cute. It took me a long time to become friends with him. Although he is very naive, he is very good to friends. I think Draco and I are closer than Granger." Good friend."

"Don't talk about Malfoy," Harry changed the subject, "I think you are much cuter than him, and I don't want to spend so much time being friends with him."

He sighed, looking bored.

Ola could understand that feeling.

It's nice to be a bully, but I'm afraid it's not a good attitude to be a abuser.

But one of Draco's hobbies when he came to Hogwarts was to bully Potter.

She couldn't deprive her friend of this hobby.

Aura said quickly: "I will persuade him, by the way, are you cold, let me cast a spell on you."

She drew out her wand and said warm as ever.

The magic power brought by this spell is obviously greater. The two of them were almost frozen by the heavy snow outside. There was still a blush on his face, which was caused by the temperature or the movement. Can step into the snow.

He pulled her aside before entering the Three Broomsticks.

Ola frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Happy birthday." He said quickly, "Although I know you can only celebrate your birthday when you go home, I will give it to you in advance."

She took it. It was a gift picked up from a magazine recommendation for gift giving.

Ora can also count down what the weekly number is.

"Don't worry about it at all." She muttered softly. "It just cost a few extra Galleons."

Ola smiled sweetly at him who was confused: "Thank you."

Harry was relieved now.

When they entered the three broomsticks, the two invisible men accidentally saw his friend. Harry did not hesitate to rub his red-haired friend's hair, and the brown-haired little witch opposite him instantly understood who it was.

They have a tacit understanding.

Ola's heart was even more sour.

"Give him a seat," Granger told him.

Weasley moved his hips, but it was obviously not possible for two to sit.

He gave her an embarrassed look, "Ron, can you be older?"

"I told you, don't eat so much," Weasley complained.

Harry sat down.

But for Ola, that's certainly not enough.

"Go further." She said closer.

Harry sighed: "Ron, go a little further."

"How many catties have you eaten?" Weasley said, "You're going to lose weight."

He let out an annoyed cry.

Harry and Olla huddled together on the cramped couch like a first year watching a dragon's egg break.At that time, the two of them squeezed back and forth on the sofa, like small fish trying to survive near the shore.

And Weasley was squeezed so hard that he could only look out the window.

He said in a low voice, "Order two butter beers."

Weasley yelled, "Harry, don't eat so much."

Granger couldn't help being amused by him.

But the two butterbeers came anyway.

Harry carefully picked up two glasses of beer and handed them to Ola.She took a sip, and the butter beer flowed into her stomach with a warm and fragrant taste.

"I want to tell you one thing," he lowered his voice, "Sirius Black is innocent, he is my godfather."

Granger raised his eyebrows high: "Where did you hear that, did you tell the professor?"

Harry said happily: "Well, I was going to sneak into Hogsmeade (Granger frowned displeased), and then Fred and George gave me a Marauder's Map, and I could see All the secret passages at Hogwarts—”

"Why didn't they tell me?" Weasley was annoyed. "I'm their real brother."

Granger glared at him: "I want to hear the follow-up."

"Then me and—" He was hit by her. "I saw Ola from Slytherin passing by, and she casually said something about the Gryffindor lounge, and then Peter Pettigrew appeared on the map, just overheard by Professor Lupin, who went in and caught him, Pettigrew Peter An unregistered Agnimus."

"He was the one who blew up a block of thirteen Muggles, left a finger on the spot, and framed Sirius."

Weasley's eyes widened: "You mean—"

"Ha," Granger laughed shrewdly, "it's your Scabbers, it's missing a finger."

Weasley looked into the void with begging eyes.

Harry said in a deep voice, "Yes, that's right, it's your pet."

"I'm so sorry." He said shamefully.

Harry comforted him: "It's okay, you don't know either."

Granger clicked his tongue. "So, sitting next to you is your godfather?"

She raised her chin and pointed to a seat where two people could obviously sit.

Ola could feel the downside of holding his wrist all the time, beads of sweat all over the place where he held it.And he was watching her nervously, with green eyes that seemed to be asking if he could tell them.

She shook her head decisively.

He said lightly: "Yes, he is a friend of mine."

"Harry, what are you talking about?" Weasley didn't catch it.

Olla pressed her cold hand to his neck, as if he were going to strangle him if he said something unsatisfactory.But Harry was not a kid who was good at lying, and he was so flustered that he frothed some butterbeer out.

The next second, he almost screamed out.

"If you dare to tell them, you will die." She leaned closer, "As long as one person knows, my brother will know."

The boy's face turned red.

He stammered: "Yes, I bought gifts, there are too many of them."

"It must be for your godfather." Weasley said thoughtfully, "He has suffered so much in prison, you must want to give him a big gift. You are so thoughtful."

Harry felt a lot of guilt.

He doesn't want to sit here anymore.

"I want to go out." Harry looked at the butterbeer she had finished. "I kind of want to go back."

Ola went out with him.

He wandered around anxiously for a few times, went into a shop and came out again.

Harry scratched his hair anxiously: "What to do, Ola? I actually forgot the gift I gave my godfather to get out of prison."

"Actually," Ola reassured, "it is the greatest gift for your godfather to see you."

He suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Oratti suggested: "But he certainly doesn't have a lot of clothes to wear. A few clothes from Fengya wizard clothing store, or some household items from Devis and Bains store, I think it would be the best."

He accepted the offer.

Harry and she went to the store to buy some toothbrushes and towels, and were going to buy some clothes.

When they first walked into the clothing store, Pansy and Draco were standing inside, muttering.

She tugged at Harry's sleeve, motioning to look over.

"I think Ola will definitely like these silk gloves." Pansy suggested, "I know her hands are very precious. If you don't take care of them in winter, they are easy to get rough."

Draco shook his head: "I think she is very precious in every way, I might as well order a Paris hairpin, how about the gray one? It matches her eyes very well."

"You should choose bright colors."

Ola reached out directly, and then stroked the end of the hair on the platinum little head, and Draco turned back screaming.

He yelled, "Pansy—someone touches my hair—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Pansy stared at his unremarkable back with a confused face.

"Let's go," she grabbed the friend who was in shock, "let's go to Theodore, he should have chosen the quill for Ola."

The two stood together, looking back from time to time.

It seems that the culprit must be caught.

Ola snickered: "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"It seems that I misunderstood you," he said helplessly, "you are so mean to everyone."

Harry said as he picked out his clothes.

But his speed of picking clothes was obviously not as good as Ola's. She ordered a lot of clothes without blinking, and didn't ask about the size. It didn't take long for those clothes to shine golden red like a hill.

"Why don't you ask the size?" Harry asked, "And why are they all red?"

"Don't you like red?"

Aura took it for granted: "Some clothes in the magic world can be changed in size anywhere, and the gold ones are for Black, and the red ones are for you. Take a look, what do you wear?"

"Thank you." He said softly.

The two returned home with a full load.

Harry sighed: "It's nice to have you, the presents you bought for people look good."

"Yeah," she sneered, "after all, not everyone is like the famous savior who directly asks people what gifts they want."

No surprises at all.

Because the secret path of Whomping Willow can only be entered but not exited, they can only take the normal path.

But I left early, and there were no people in the corridor along the way.

He was about to break up with her, when Ola suddenly took his hand and reminded him: "You forgot one thing, Mr. Potter."

Harry opened his confused eyes: "What?"

Ola is pissed.

If there was a forum at Hogwarts, her first question would be: What's it like to have a straight boyfriend.

["No. 12 Magical Weapons That Fascinate Wizards"-Before you leave, beg your boyfriend to give you a kiss that represents love. 】

"It's my dear," she lacked confidence, "my brother did the same to me."

But after saying this, Ola raised her chin proudly again, and turned her red lips to him.

But the young man stood there hesitantly, his eyes wandering around, not daring to look at her.Within a few seconds, she said again: "Hurry up, my brother is like this too, he will kiss me on the forehead before he leaves."

In fact, girls are too shy to die.

There was no response from the other side.

Aura sulked: "You don't want to?"

It took him a long time to ask: "Is it the same as the French veneer ceremony?"

She avoided his gaze and nodded without guilt.

Europeans are really more enthusiastic than British people.

He thought in a daze.

Harry shook his head, he glanced around, and then quickly pressed his lips to her forehead, wet - in fact, he was already half a head taller than her.

His voice sounded like an auditory hallucination: "Goodbye, Ola."

In a few seconds, that smooth breath poured into Aura's body——

Because Harry pulled out the invisibility cloak, the silky and dull cloth just now flew away immediately, a new freshness, with the bitterness of winter and the anticipation that spring would not come in three months, It got into Ola's sleeve and blew.

She belatedly touched her hot face, showing a smirk.