[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Finally, when the godfather was asking around about the little Egil, the savior who was good at observing words and emotions but was too slow to realize his feelings had an epiphany.

"We are just friends," he said, "She didn't like me, she just felt guilty, because she had been bullying me for the past two years, that's why she was so kind to me."

His godfather had a smirk on his face: "Maybe she bullies you because she likes you."

Like James to Lily before sixth grade.

"No," Harry said loudly, "she plays the same tricks on everyone."

He was just the worst one to be bullied.

Sirius laughed, "Did she make up for the others?"

"Yes." He said firmly.

Ola will also bully her friends, except Pansy.After success, she continued to persuade them kindly and bought them something. Half of the snacks for Gore and Crabbe were paid for by her.

She is the eldest daughter of a rich pure-blood family.

Harry said without hesitation: "For her, the price of the Firebolt/Arrow is not worth mentioning."

"So, at the Leaky Cauldron, she just bought a handful for you?" Sirius smiled ambiguously, "And you observed her very carefully, you must have observed her secretly."

Harry's ears turned red.

"No," he lacked confidence, "Hey, how do you know she gave me a Firebolt/Arrow!"

Harry had a flash of inspiration: "Are you the black dog I saw at the Dursleys' house?"

Sirius didn't speak, Harry looked at him sadly, maybe the godfather had been living a life of homelessness and starvation outside for so many months, and he was also charged with an unwarranted crime...

But then, the big boy grinned and messed up the little boy's already messy hairstyle.

"Sirius!!"

"You just like her!!"

The little boy ran after the godfather angrily, but none of the godfathers jumped up and down properly, while Ron and Hermione were arguing over a broom on the spot, and the heavy snow was still falling outside.

It was impossible for Ola to stay at school for Christmas, so she hurried back to spend Christmas with her family.

Alto also bought a little goblin, and they dug a hole in front of the window, and then the house-elf inserted an uncle tree into the hole, and the mother's magic gave magical ribbons and hanging bells, which happened to fit in Orla On my birthday tomorrow.

Alan was reading the book quietly, he was about to prepare for the OWLE exam.

A small vacation without friends is boring.

Except for the "Daily Prophet", the handsome and handsome man who was slandered and imprisoned and has tens of millions of fortunes was almost blown into a melancholy pure-blood prince by Rita Skeeter, and the publications never stopped every day.

A few days ago, he also topped the "Witch Weekly" list of the most wanted men to marry.

This incident made Draco extremely irritable: "He actually used money to replace my father as the school manager!"

Known as the black school manager.

There was nothing Aura could do about it, except to write to comfort him.

But she had time to pinch Delian's point of looking for Pansy, and took the opportunity to find her to play, and finally the two went to Paris to buy some fashionable witch costumes.

When I returned to Hogwarts, the school in early spring was still full of festive atmosphere.

She wore a well-crafted winter robe, a winter skirt and Scottish boots, and she wore two silver braids that shone in the air as her master moved.

"Merry Christmas--"

"Little Egil, who is as bad as my brother—"

Two tall red-haired men blocked her way.

Ola's heart immediately rang out, and she wanted to run to the side, so as to avoid the Weasley twins who were afraid of even Peeves.

"Percy Weasley!" she surprised. "Merry Christmas!"

The two redheads looked back for a moment, and found nothing.

Ola took the opportunity to escape and made a grimace at them.

Just running around the corner, Granger, who was carrying more than 20 books on his back, was knocked to the ground by her.

"Oh, sorry!" Ola picked it up, "I didn't know you were here..."

It's Granger.

Her tangled brown hair and large die dangled before her eyes.

Ola was a little cold, "Merry Christmas, Granger."

"You too." She said hurriedly.

Ola picked up eight books on the ground and glanced at them briefly, all about the Animagus in Transfiguration.She held the books directly, raised her head and asked, "Where are you going?"

Granger understood what she meant: "No, I can take it myself."

"Let me help you," Aura declined, "Magic is not allowed in the corridor."

"Gryffindor Tower."

Holding thick books, the two kept walking up to the high place, panting slightly.

Ola originally wore a scarf, but now she felt a little hot.

The two of them don't speak to each other, but thankfully no one wants to break.

"Ah! Percy!" Granger said excitedly.

Although not to her.

The Gryffindor prefect nodded wearily: "Yes, Hermione."

He is busy taking the NEWT exam recently.

"Are you going to eat?" she asked eagerly, "That's not a coincidence."

Percy Weasley walked down a few steps, picked up Granger's book directly, and smiled slightly: "I still have time to take your book, let's go, I'll take you back to the tower."

Granger hurriedly lowered his head to hide his smile, and walked up again.

Aura understood instantly, and the secret hostility towards her also faded.

But it is true.

After all, Percy was the chairman of the Boys' Student Union. He had obtained [-] grade certificates in the OWLs examination before, so he was considered a man of the school.

Harry is a person who only likes to show off in the sky, and his academic insights may not be as good as the No.1 in the third grade.

She is more likely to like someone who surpasses her.

Women love to be conquered.

"Here we are," Granger said, "Thank you, Percy, and good luck with your exam."

Percy smiled and said, "I would like to borrow your words."

He was tall and thin, and after helping her and Ola put the books, he walked down to eat with his long legs.

For a moment, she and Granger were the only ones in front of the lounge.

Ola nodded: "Goodbye, Granger."

She also thanked me flatly.

Ola walked down easily.

Very well, in terms of beauty, she didn't pay much attention to her in the third year of Hogwarts. In terms of knowledge and friendship, it was basically confirmed that Granger's friendship with Harry might not be that deep.

Harry Potter doesn't care about others, he's just a pure idiot.

When she was with him, she always felt that he was not taking the initiative——

The only one who is indifferent to his girlfriend is her elder brother who has been loved by women.

When other boys saw their girlfriends, they all wished that their mouths would stick together.

"Twelve Ways to Win the Witch": If a young boy is not active enough with his girlfriend, it only means that he doesn't love her enough.

Ora didn't want to think about that aspect.

She will never admit it.

For a beautiful girl, lack of attention, no one likes her, and half-hearted boyfriend, these three things hurt the most self-esteem.

Pansy, who is well connected with her love life, confided that Ola will be more frustrated.

Fortunately, this book also thoughtfully gave other explanations——

Some people who have not received enough love in their native families will be helpless with a strange relationship, resulting in reactions such as over-reliance, avoidance, and emotional bluntness.

She would rather be for these reasons.

Ola kept walking down, and the road approaching the cellar became darker and darker.

Three days later, it was Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

Maybe Harry would invite her to see it.

But the closer that day came, the more anxious Ola became. She didn't experience the beauty of being in love very much, but only experienced the pain of losing love and the fear of losing and gaining.

If this relationship fermented for a while, it would be enough to make a young girl in love decadent for a while.

Finally, one afternoon after dinner, someone at the long Gryffindor table winked at her.

It's Harry!

Her heart immediately jumped for joy.

Aura winked at him, and skillfully hid in a hidden place.

After a few seconds, Harry, who was panting, was finally late.

"Well, Ola," he was out of breath, "I will play against Raven Croby tomorrow..."

Aura proudly: "I know."

He calmed down a lot: "My godfather gave me a fire crossbow/arrow, and you gave me one, I, I mean, this is the first gift he gave me after 12 years in prison, so I ..."

"You want to race on the broom he gave you."

Harry's shoulders instantly relaxed.

"Yes," he said easily, "it would be great if you can understand. Tomorrow I will play against Ravenclaw, if you have time, you can come and see, my skills with Firebolt/Arrow will definitely Very wonderful."

Ola was so happy that she couldn't help laughing.

But she held her posture: "Okay, I will definitely go."

He really didn't forget me.

This realization made her want to smirk involuntarily, and Ola quickly turned her head, making Harry, who wanted to come up, stop in place.He watched her walk down happily, and talked with people in a gentle voice.

In fact, Ola Egil has a pretty good personality.

He had the idea again.

Just being with that bastard Draco all the time.

When Ola ran to the corner, she saw Draco leaning against the railing with a cold face.

"Draco?" she asked.

Draco sneered: "I saw you talking to Pot, what are you talking about, is there such a good chat?"

"It's the fire crossbow/arrow," she said succinctly. "His godfather also gave him one, and he will use it for the competition, so come here and express my apologies."

He looked much better, "If you knew Harry Potter wouldn't ride, you shouldn't have given it to him."

"I've got a new bright idea, to make fun of that wild man again." Draco smirked. "My dad must be very happy to have this opportunity to make Pott and Dumbledore unhappy."

His face is pale all the year round, but his smile is extraordinarily vivid and charming.

Ola sighed: "Draco, now is not the time for you to go against Potter, your family has something to do with that person, you should try to remain neutral, and maintaining a normal relationship with Potter is a good choice. "

Artaud had told her so.

She suspected that was one of the reasons Aalto refused to send her to Durmstrang.

A very faint pink appeared on Draco's face, he wanted to speak angrily, but he did not speak rationally.Ola understood that he just wanted to vent his anger on Potter, and Draco was a smooth young master.

But Harry was the one who didn't give him face the most.

"Draco," Ola held his slender hand, "you need to mature."

The two of them walked down to the cellar as they talked.

The lounge was dimly lit, but the boy's face was uncontrollably red.

But Ola didn't see it, she happily went to pick out the tiara she was going to wear tomorrow.

The Quidditch field was almost full of people, and she and Draco (and two followers) had managed to squeeze a spot in the stands, holding solid gold binoculars.

"It's all stupid teachers and old vultures." He clicked his tongue.

Ola nodded arrogantly: "The Slytherin players didn't come to study the style of play, I've already seen Hufflepuff."

Flint cried out in dissatisfaction.

But she didn't lift her eyes, just staring at the world in the telescope.

Draco could only laugh dryly for her.

Within a few seconds, Gryffindor ran out wearing scarlet robes, and Ola's heart was at its peak. Except for her school uniform, which was green today, almost all the colors were reddish.

She immediately moved the binoculars away, revealing a pair of shining gray-blue eyes.

The smallest Gryffindor player at the bottom also searched around a few times, saw her staring at him, and saw Draco next to her, and gave her a stiff smile.

With Malfoy again.

I haven't been out with Parkinson this semester.

The usual little savior was rarely dissatisfied, and he didn't even hear Ravenclaw's Seeker greet him.

According to Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the air is full of colorful brooms.

Among them, the smooth Firebolt/Arrow is particularly eye-catching.

"They started, and the exciting thing about this game is Harry from Gryffindor riding on the fire broomstick. According to the book Classifying Broomsticks, the fireball will be the team that will take part in this year's World Cup. The first choice of the national team—”

Professor McGonagall was very dissatisfied: "Jordan, can you tell us how the game is going?"

Lee Jordan quips: "Come on in a minute, Professor—just to give a little background. By the way, the firearm has a built-in automatic brake and—"

"Jordan!"

All in all, this became Harry Potter's broom solo show.

In the end, there was no doubt that Harry took down the Snitch.

Ola finished watching the game in good spirits, while Draco, who was sitting beside him, hesitated for a long time, whether to drag Crabbe and Goyle to pretend to be dementors to scare Potter.

She commented: "It's so stupid, Draco, Professor Lupine taught Potter how to fight, and then he will be more in the limelight."

Draco still didn't lift it.

He was dissatisfied: "Does it mean that in your eyes, I only do stupid things?"

Ola snorted.

"But I didn't expect," he said indignantly again, "that savage in robes would be so eccentric."

If you didn't say that about Lupine, she reckons things would be better.

Ola shrugged helplessly.

They went back to the castle side by side. At first, she thought that Draco was going to start his old ways again, but he didn't say anything else, he just pointed to the "Daily Prophet" about Peter Pettigrew being arrested and imprisoned, and called her be careful.

"Even Black can escape from prison," Draco asserted, "and that rat can as well."

Ola said nothing.

She almost begged Principal Dumbledore not to involve her in this matter. Although she didn't know much, Ola still knew that Mr. Black was an unregistered Animagus.

Of course, at the trial of the Wizengamot, he was now registered and paid a hefty fine.

She could only vaguely say: "I still hope it will be better."

Don't sleep in the hallway again.

And Harry was too miserable, someone who really wanted to kill him came.

Draco grinned, "That would be great."

Ola gave him an annoyed look.

This semester has been quite busy, and Ola shuttles with them in the classroom every day. Slytherin's class schedule can only be with Gryffindor in Thursday's Protection of Magical Beasts class.

But Hagrid got a warning and could only entertain them with weird creatures.

The fried-tailed snail smells like fish, and it can squeeze juice. Ola can only look at it carefully, and has no time to talk to others.

Sometimes her and Harry's eyes would meet—

The two looked at each other wearily and weakly, and then continued to solve the difficult snail.

"That's funny." Pansy was even more unhappy with the creature.

Delian is graduating soon, and she has a lot of time for these miscellaneous things.

But Pansy seemed to like the new boy.

Pan Xi was afraid that she would be angry, so she often kissed her little face before leaving.

Ola sighed.

Harry didn't take the initiative to find her a few times, and he was unilaterally violent to her.

To be honest, Ora could see neither Harry disliked her nor his determination to continue.

When he went to Hogsmeade, he didn't invite her either.

Ola hinted at him several times, she didn't dare to go directly, she could only look at him from time to time.

Harry just smiled at her and said nothing else.

He kept his head buried in his meal, only occasionally raising his head, and she knew now that Granger gorged himself because he was reading, that Weasley often ate chicken drumsticks, and that Harry liked the treacle pie before the main course.

Maybe his godfather had approved the note, and Potter didn't need to sneak off to Hogsmeade anymore.

He went on a date with his girlfriend openly, and it was inevitable that he would be talked about.

After a hard day, she comforted herself so much.

Ola didn't want to take the initiative anymore.

This time, she directly agreed to Draco's invitation.

On her day off, Ora wore a red dress she had bought with Pansy - but Pansy had promised a date with a Hufflepuff boy, and she had to wait for Draco in the lounge.

He finally arrived, dressed in a grand manner, as if he was going to meet the Minister of Magic.

But before he came over, Allen pinched his shoulder directly: "Are you going to Hogsmeade with Ola?"

Draco grinned in pain, because Allen seemed to crush him.He said something to Allen, and Allen's expression became more and more serious, and finally he couldn't stand her anymore.

"Alan!" She frowned, "I'm just going out with him, you don't need to be so nervous!"

Allen turned his head and looked at her with an unspeakable sadness.

Just when she thought Alan was going to cast a spell on Draco, he let go decadently: "Okay, okay, you've finally grown up and don't need me anymore, just go out with him and don't look at me anymore This brother."

He hunchbacked directly into the dormitory.

Ola opened her mouth, but he moved too fast for her to speak.

Draco's tone was relaxed: "Come on, let's go on a date."

She was going up against her brother head-on for the first time, and she should be happy.

But in fact, a heavy feeling makes Ora feel very uncomfortable.

Draco saw it, and chatted with her for a long time.

"Why didn't you bring Goyle and Crabbe?" she choked out. "I suppose you and them were always inseparable, better than we were."

Draco wondered: "How is it possible, I thought, I treat you more like a pair of good friends."

Aura smiled palely.

He understood that she was upset, but Draco wasn't very good at comforting people. He took her to the Fengya wizard clothing store, thinking that maybe the dazzling fabrics would make her happier.

She still can't be happy.

"Look at this cream mint," Draco clumsily coaxed her to be happy, "it looks like a toad, and it can really beat in the stomach, think about it, if Potter can swallow it in one gulp, no Hold your belly comfortably..."

Ola is more like a defeated swan.

Draco ended the subject.

He stared at Ola's clutching belly: "Okay, let's go to the Three Broomsticks and drink some lemonade."

This is undoubtedly a good idea.

Draco carefully noticed Ola's mood - in summer, there is nothing like a sip of delicious ice water to quickly restore a person's mood.

The young girl who was burned under the sun was healed by the ice water to the point where she could speak up.

"That Krum of Durmstrang, I am looking forward to his performance in the European Cup. He also sent me correspondence and taught me Quidditch skills." Draco looked at her expression carefully, "I Dad went to the Ministry of Magic to get a few tickets - in fact, my family can afford to get the latest on everything."

Ola hummed lazily.

After a long time, she said: "Draco, should I apologize to my brother, this is the first time I have confronted him so clearly."

Draco shook his head.

"But you will be with other men one day," he said eagerly, "he has to get used to it, and you can't be with your brother all your life and be controlled by him. You have to fall in love with other men, get married, and even Having children, you are finally going to start a family, and so is your brother."

"Of course, your partner is no worse than your brother." Draco assured.

Ola said sadly: "But I don't want to see my brother..."

unhappy.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around her. This feeling was very unusual——

Since they were sitting far from the gate, how could the wind be passing through Orla here?

"I remembered something!" she said decisively, "I'm sorry Draco, I have to go for a walk for a few minutes."

Draco asked anxiously, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need." She said hastily.

As Ola approached the feeling of the wind, it became more and more obvious as he approached the door.

She was even more sure, when she walked out the door, a gust of warm sun penetrated into her sleeves, she didn't know where to go, but a pair of invisible big hands held her firmly.

Her mood suddenly improved a lot.

When she entered the corner, a smooth silk cloth covered her head.

A pair of clear and deep emerald green eyes looked at her silently. His skin was fair and his knuckles were strong. Ola remembered that he had firmly caught the Snitch so many times.

Ola suddenly felt aggrieved.

"Why did you come to see me?" she asked.

Harry coughed uncomfortably: "Aren't you with Malfoy all day long? It's normal for you to come to Hogsmeade with him, er, I mean, I interrupted your date."

He saw them together for the full six weeks.

Ola and Parkinson didn't talk much, and Malfoy followed her like a wolf with a big tail.

She felt it sensitively: "Are you jealous?"

Ola looked at him, and Harry turned away from her.

Because not long ago, he had a ridiculous dream. He dreamed that he was going to Hogsmeade as usual, and he was holding Ola's hand.Ola became extraordinarily charming, they went shopping together, and when they finally parted—

He was about to kiss her, but Aura giggled, put her white arms around his shoulders, and then he kissed her lips in a mysterious way, and she suddenly had red lips and high breasts.

Afterwards, the dream became more and more strange.

He even saw Aura lying lazily on the bed, her gray-blue eyes closed with mist, and then she——Harry didn't dare to look at her anymore, and walked deliberately avoiding her gaze.

It was Ola who felt guilty towards him before, but now he feels this feeling instead.

"You don't want to talk, do you?" she asked sharply, "Is there anything you don't want to say?"

Harry interrupted her loudly: "I really didn't mean to interrupt your date with Malfoy."

He had been in a bad mood for weeks—

I can't help but secretly look at other people's girlfriends.

"Dating?" She tried hard to control the turbulent tears, "When is it, you are still talking about dating? When will you take the initiative to come to me once, every time I come to you, I know you need Granger very much And Weasley, when do you need me? You're always being cold and violent to me—"

Ola exhaled: "Let's break up."

Harry was taken aback.

She stared at him closely, not wanting to miss his every expression.

After a while, he murmured, "Have we been together?"

Ola stayed where she was blushing for a moment, and within a few seconds, she stomped on Harry with her little leather shoe in shame and anger, and ran away as quickly as she could outside.

Before running away completely, her gray-blue eyes glared at him resentfully.