[hp] Pride and Prejudice

When she came back, her expression returned to indifference.

Draco thought something was wrong with him.

On the way back, he hesitated to speak several times. They were the only male and female combination with a dull atmosphere on the road.

Draco patted her on the back: "It's okay, at worst I'll go talk to your brother."

"I'll go by myself." Aura said, "I can't always rely on others to help me, I always have to face my brother."

When he returned to the lounge, Allen crossed his legs and a book was placed beside him.

The aroma of the coffee is wafting, obviously it has been waiting for a long time.

Ola deliberately kept a distance from Draco.

"Go." Allen got up and took her hand, "Come out with me."

He won't give her a chance to refute.

Orla knows this.

She held her brother's hand obediently, determined to say good things when the time came, and to comfort the angry brother.

Allen took her straight up to the eighth floor.

When the door opened, the Slytherin lounge came into view.

"Brother," she said tremblingly, "Why is there a rest room here?"

Allen replied: "This is the Room of Requirement. You just need to silently say the room you want at the door and it will appear. Ola, sit down wherever you want, and my brother will tell you a few things."

Aura anxiously chose the farthest position.

"Ola, don't be afraid of me," he said softly, "Brother thought about it for a while, it was really wrong to stop you from falling in love before, but you always have to tell your brother when you have a boyfriend."

Ola was even more annoyed: "I'm not in a relationship."

He asked, "Do you like him?"

She replied, "He's just my friend."

Aura lowered her eyes, and her silver hair blocked her sight in embarrassment.

Allen reached out and pushed her away: "Then why do you look so sad, as if you have lost your love."

Ola suddenly wanted to cry.

She wanted to cry in Ellen's arms like she did when she was a child, and Alan would gently pat her on the back and sing Norwegian folk songs to coax her.

But no.

How does she explain it all?

Aura's eyes were red, and she said after a while: "It's okay."

Allen looked at her and sighed.

He knew that his once closest sister now had an unspeakable secret.

Ever since that incident, Harry has been looking for an opportunity to apologize to her.

But unfortunately, she always walked with Malfoy, and Malfoy gave him such a vicious stare that he never had a chance to go up.If you happen to meet her with Pansy, you will be lucky.

Unfortunately, Knott is also nearby.

The feeling of this unfulfilled apology is really uncomfortable.

As the years passed, Harry paid more and more attention to Ola.

To be exact, besides Quidditch and homework, Harry's mind is now full of Ola.

He stalked her like an owl.

But after several weeks of stalemate, he didn't even have a chance to talk to Ola.

Only Fantastic Beasts Defense class was taken with Slytherin. He wanted to go over to have a few words with her, but Ola hid indifferently among the five Slytherin groups, playing with snails together.

Laugh at Hagrid together for being a big fool.

It's like returning to the arrogant young lady in the first and second grades.

But Harry knew Olla was a good girl.

He is really stupid.

It shouldn't have been said.

He scratched his hair annoyedly, then glanced at the long table of Slytherin, the goddess of little snakes sat proudly on the long table, she lost a lot of weight, Captain Slytherin Flint shouted every day She is not going to lose weight.

Ola Egil only eats noodles.

Harry would take a sneak peek as he bit into a treacle pie.

She doesn't drink anything, and eats only a layer of skin.

The food intake is also very small, and Harry suspects that if she loses weight, she will be dismissed from the position of Slytherin Chaser.

He wanted to rush up and shout a few times, Ola, you don't need to lose weight.

But reason is holding him back.

Moreover, Ola Egil didn't want to look at him anymore, her gray-blue eyeballs rolled sharply, but her eyes were higher than the top, let alone him, looking in the direction of Gryffindor seemed to dirty her Eye.

More arrogant and disrespectful than before.

Harry even suspected that the understanding and talkative Ola was all a dream of his own imagination.

Hermione would say hello to her, like a nod when passing by.

He also learned what he did, but after insisting on it for a week, Ron insisted that he had a neck problem and asked to take him to the medical wing for treatment.Wood attaches great importance to this, because the game will be in a few days.

Slytherin's attitude towards them was getting worse.

It even has Ola in it.

Harry was getting discouraged.

At this moment, Hermione finally put down the textbook, and frowned tentatively: "Harry, do you have any questions recently, or who do you want to ask? Can you tell us?"

He didn't want to say.

Hermione would have screamed when she found out, and then chattered through her textbook.

And Ron would definitely laugh at him.

Harry pursed his lips.

She took a deep breath, "Harry, I know boys your age are ruled by hormones, have you fallen in love with it..."

His heart lifted.

Don't be discovered by her, don't...

"Pansy."

Harry was relieved.

"No," he frowned, "I wouldn't like her."

Seeing his expression, Hermione didn't want to be fake, and opened her eyebrows slightly: "That's good, but I see that you've been looking at the Slytherin table worriedly recently, and when you look over, it's Pansy. I thought..."

His heart raised a little more.

"Impossible," Ron said while eating, "Harry just wants to get revenge on Malfoy every day, so he has to monitor him while eating."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"What can you tell us directly." Hermione worried.

But this sentence woke him up, and Harry immediately thought of someone.

After finishing his homework, he immediately ran back to the tower and started writing letters to Sirius.

In the letterhead, he withdrew Ola's name, and probably wrote down the memories of the two of them.

Harry also probably remembered the day he first went to Hogsmeade, when he met Ola, who was standing in the corridor in casual clothes, and every misleading thing she said to him.

She said at the time: "Why don't you be my boyfriend?"

He was dumbfounded.

She said a lot of words, maybe those words were misunderstood by her.

Harry clutched his pen remorsefully, asking his godfather, popular with women, for help.

A few days later, the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch final that he was looking forward to came.

This time, I might be able to say a few words to Ola in the air.

Because of the nervousness of the game, he was repelled a lot by this inexplicable feeling.

Harry went to bed very early, and when Wood came in to wake him up the next day, he had already put on his team uniform energetically, and ran down excitedly with the fire crossbow/arrow.

The weather is fine today.

Ola Egil was standing downstairs with a broom, her silver hair was tied back high, and her lips were shining honey-colored in the sun.

He hesitated.

Go straight up and talk to her?

Come on for the game?

Harry thought for a while, and there was really no better sentence than that. As soon as he thought about it, Wood glared at him sternly: "Hurry up and return to the team, Harry, we are about to compete."

He was blocking his view, and Harry couldn't see the dark green Slytherin uniform.

Before riding on the broom, he finally saw Ola, she bowed respectfully to their headmaster Snape, and Snape applauded them with a smile on his face.

Malfoy was standing next to her.

Harry felt his stomach cramp.

"The Gryffindor team is coming!" Lee Jordan yelled. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Snapinter, the Shusleys and Wood. It's been accepted as the best team at Hogwarts for a number of years—"

Slytherin hissed.

His voice shifted immediately. "Here comes the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He has made some changes in formation, and seems to be winning with size rather than skill—"

Malfoy was the shortest of the Slytherin team.

Ola was even smaller and daintier than he was.

Flint and Wood walked towards each other and shook each other's hands hard, as if they wanted to crush each other's fingers.

Harry looked at her, but she stared blankly ahead, there was no one there.

"Get on the broom!" said Mrs Hooch, "three-two-one-"

Team uniforms of two different colors were intertwined in the air. Harry saw Aura's silver braids flashing in the air, he shook his head vigorously, and began to sensitively search for the Snitch in the air.

Malfoy was looking too.

Lee Jordan yelled, "Now the Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side, Gryffindor's Alias ​​Spinnet dribbled the ball straight into the Slytherin goal, looking good, Alicia!"

But it didn't last long, because Flint was about to hit Arya with the broom, and the audience booed.

As a result, Aliya bumped into Monta, Mrs. Hooch yelled angrily for a foul, and Slytherin got a penalty instead.

Ola's face and the Slytherins were green.

"Thirty to zero! Bear with it, you dirty, deceitful—"

"Jordan, if you can't comment fairly—"

"I'm just commenting, Professor!"

Harry felt the rapid flight of the Firebolt/Arrow, and a golden glistening ball flew in front of his eyes. His heart jumped for joy, and he finally turned his eyes from Aura's direction, chasing the Snitch wholeheartedly.

He is omnipotent in the wind.

He flew lightly in the wind, and the little golden ball also dodged sharply.

But soon, Harry realized that he wasn't the only one who saw it, Malfoy rushed up too, gripping his firearm tightly.

His green eyes flashed with anger: "Get out of the way, Malfoy."

"No, Pote." Malfoy sneered, "On the field, fair competition."

The Snitch flew away in no time, and Malfoy flew to the other side on his Nimbus 2001.

A pang of anger rose in Harry.

The fire crossbow/arrow seems to have a spirituality, and immediately, he left the team to search alone.At this moment, all he could see was the little golden guy in the blue sky, and he didn't pay attention to Angelina's victory.

His black hair was fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were sharp like a rhinoceros, staring firmly at the target.

In order to win, everything can be ignored.

Within a few seconds, the little golden ball ran into his palm hopelessly, with nowhere to escape.

Angelina let out a cry of surprise.

The Gryffindor team could not wait to drive towards him, they were yelling, and Harry felt that he couldn't even hear the sound in his ears, only the golden snitch in his palm was real.

They shouted hoarsely, and finally landed back to the ground together.

Immediately afterwards, more Gryffindors in scarlet clothes ran over, and Fred and George picked him up and threw him high into the sky.

Holding the trophy, Harry felt as if he could issue the world's greatest Patronus.

Everyone was shouting and cheering.

Except Slytherin.

Flint was hugged by several team members sadly, and Allen was also coaxing him.

He searched there carefully.

Then the heart that just boiled fell to the bottom of the valley.

Malfoy sat on the ground very sadly, and then Ola squatted down, patting his back tenderly and coaxing him carefully.

Harry couldn't remember how he got back to the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, Hideaway also arrived with his letter.

He stretched out his hand to get it.

Sirius first told him that he never bothered to think about such things, that he just had to stand to be attractive enough.

Harry watched sullenly.

He sent him a copy of Twelve Ways to Bewitch a Witch, told him that chicks were generally shy in such situations, and asked Harry if this chic chick with a personality belonged to that Slytherin.

Sirius also assured that if he told him the details, he would find a way to invite her to the house.

And maybe spend the summer together.

Harry tore up the letter he wanted to answer before, dipped the quill in ink and began to write a new letterhead.

The joy of victory has been hanging over Gryffindor, even as the exam approached.

He was also coaxed better by the letter, and joined Hermione Ron in the intense review.

Sitting in the auditorium, he saw Ola with his friends, occasionally showing a smile on his cold face.

Harry couldn't help thinking that she seemed to be in a better mood lately, and maybe she'd be all right in a few days.

Perhaps, the strategy given by Sirius will also be useful, maybe she will really be like before, smiling like a flower, happily running to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to spend the summer vacation with him.

After the exam, he helped Lupine, the godfather's former friend, pack his luggage.

"Uh, um, moon face," Harry looked out the door anxiously, "Are you in a hurry? I want to go out now..."

Lupine looked at him friendly, "It's okay, you want to go out for breakfast, it's okay, I can understand."

He still has some scars on his body, even though he drank Wolfsbane potion the night before.

But still looking at him tiredly and tenderly.

Suddenly, Harry felt guilty.

Lupine blinked at him: "Go, if you don't go, there will be no one you want to see."

He hurriedly thanked him, took a big suitcase, pretended that he was going to catch the train, and turned around in the corridor.

According to Harry's observations so many times, he found that Ola always liked to take Pansy to the Great Hall for dinner at eight o'clock, and this was the only way Slytherins would go to the Great Hall.

First-year Harry was kicked by Ola the first time he walked this path.

He searched for her like a snitch.

Finally, after two weeks, he saw her again.

Ola held Pansy's wrist, wearing a long blue dress, with silky silver hair floating behind her, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, just like before.

Harry exhaled, and trotted forward.

"Uh, that," he rubbed his hair nervously, "Ola, can I have a few words with you?"

First, Pan Xi gave them an ambiguous look.

With a cold face, Ola pulled Pansy back who was about to run away to make room.

She said coldly: "We have nothing to say."

"Happy holidays."

Now, she really laughed, with malice in her eyes.