[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Is her smile sarcasm or congratulations?

Normal people would think that the godfather would live with the godson.

But how many people know blood magic?

Standing in the scorching sun of Privet Drive, Harry, who was weeding, sighed.

Uncle Vernon yelled: "Hey! Boy, you are not being lazy!"

He sat comfortably at the dining table, with the air conditioner blowing on, enjoying the ice cream on the table.With some vanilla dipped in her mouth, she looked at him vigilantly and clenched her fists to warn him.

Harry dejectedly said, "No, Uncle."

Only then did Uncle Vernon turn back proudly.

But within a few seconds, the eyes that had come to patrol him became frightened.

Harry's heart skipped a beat with his expression.

He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw his godfather coming on a motorcycle.

"Oh, Sirius!" he cheered. "You're so trendy."

Sirius was wearing an old-fashioned black tuxedo, which, to be honest, not many Muggles wear in summer.

But he looks handsome in whatever he wears, with a strand of long hair floating in front, and dark gray eyes that make him very handsome and uninhibited. He smiled and got off the motorcycle very chicly.

Vernon and Petunia tensed up, and Harry saw Dudley stop watching the TV too.

He was still clutching his ass.

Sirius smiled and said: "I'm here to pick up my godson, I hope he didn't suffer any abuse in your home."

He glanced at Harry, who looked like a house-elf now.

Sirius sneered.

Uncle Feinon trembled: "I, I didn't do anything to him, it was him, himself..."

"He's coming to weed," Petunia insisted, "because he owes us child support for over ten years."

Sirius took out a check coldly and proudly.

"Please," he said, "I'm going to pick up my godson now."

Sirius' expression was much lighter, "Harry, hurry up and pack your luggage."

Harry was so excited that he packed his meager luggage almost instantly.

Sirius put a shrinking spell on them.

Uncle Vernon watched with wide-eyed eyes, and Petunia tightly held her precious Dada's hand. The three of them looked terrified, as if they were afraid that Sirius would cast a curse on them.

"Goodbye." Harry waved to them with a deliberate smile.

Sirius and he got on the motorcycle, and under the surprised eyes of the three of them, they gradually flew into the sky.

"Sirius," he said impatiently, "we're going to the Quidditch European Championships now, aren't we going to the Weasleys? How many numbers did you put on their check?"

Sirius shook his head impatiently: "Harry, I thought you were more like your father."

"First, who told you to have a good time with Weasley, that Miss Know-it-all, of course we will go to them. Second, the check I gave is for wizards. If you want money, go to Gringotts first. "

He blinked mischievously.

Ola is having more fun than ever this summer.

Her father Aalto gave her a lot of money, and Ola and her friends sneaked into the European Cup almost immediately to bet on the team.

Draco told her, "I bet on the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team."

Ola went to ask Theodore again.

He was reading the book for a while before he said slowly, "I bet on the Black Harpies."

Draco asked her anxiously: "Hey, Ola, what team did you bet on?"

"Guess?" Ola smiled mysteriously, "I'll tell you if I guess right."

"Your favorite Fratza Hawks?"

She shook her head.

"The Grozisk Goblins?"

"Karashok kite team?"

She also shook her head.

Theodore sneered: "She must not have gambled."

Ola smiled playfully: "It's all bets, I bet all of them generously."

She tapped her flat trouser pocket.

"I don't know how you all like Quidditch so much," Pansy complained, "and bet money on it."

Suddenly her eyes lit up: "Hey, who is this? I want to bet on him to win."

"It's Krum from the Bulgarian National Quidditch team." Draco said, "He's handsome, he's a very talented Seeker, I've given him all the Galleons, and he's sure to be able to Get the Golden Snitch."

Pan Xi said lazily, "Then I'll vote for them too."

Ola looked at the poster above. The young man was tall and muscular, especially the massive chest and abdominal muscles.Others might feel envious (Draco), but Ola felt that if she offended him that day—

She will be beaten to death by him.

Maybe before he even drew his wand, he was beaten to the ground with his fist.

"Honestly," Draco was still going on, "he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, I think Pansy, you could ditch a Hufflepuff and fall in love with a Quidditch star—"

Pansy sneered: "That's enough, Draco, fame doesn't mean everything, as long as you are with someone you like."

Ola suddenly lost the mood to look at the poster.

Pansy was keenly aware of it.

"Oh, Ola," she pulled her back, "let's go for a walk outside."

Ola forced a smile: "Forget it, I think it's more interesting to talk about Quidditch with the boys than the noisy crowd outside."

Go outside and you may meet Potter.

Pansy sighed.

In fact, she vaguely knew why Ola was often sad or sighed.But she doesn't quite understand the cause and effect, Ola is also a girl with worries.

You can't tell anyone but yourself what's on your mind.

Finally, Pansy touched her hand, "I just want you to be happy."

"Yeah," Draco looked at her, "you were unhappy for a while, but you're much stronger now."

Ola smiled at them.

She said: "Yes, I am much stronger now, thank you."

All she wanted now was a quick Quidditch match and a blow to Potter's head.

In fact, she had had the chance to do that last time.

But Ola held back.

Mainly, she thought Professor McGonagall would use his wand and turn her into a ladybug or something, and Olla would just sit on the broom and get blown away.

So, she decided to taunt him in private.

But Ola felt that this was not a good idea either.

Every time Potter looked at her, his expensive emerald eyes were filled with an age-beyond tolerance—which was why Ola used to love to bully him.

Because she always felt that he would forgive her.

But in the end, her mouth circled—"Have a nice holiday."

Ora didn't know why she did this.

"How many times have I told you," Pan Xi said, "You're not fat, so stop losing weight."

Draco's heart drifted away, "Yeah, you're not fat, so I don't think you're fat. And you're losing weight, Flint is about to curse, a Chaser is so thin..."

"Oh, I just don't want to eat anyway." Ola complained half-truthfully, "Don't discuss weight, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's game..."

But at night, she still has to sleep in the tent.

Ola and her brother agreed that she would not go back and she would sleep with Pansy.

The girls' rooms are always colorful, and the top of Parkinson's tent is covered with colorful ribbons, dancing gracefully in the air.There was also a scent on the breath—the smell of Pansy.

She was lying on the bed, whispering to Pansy under the streamers.

Not long after, the two girls closed their eyes tiredly and fell asleep like two budding flowers.

Ola has grown up a lot.

What she liked when she was a child may not necessarily like it when she grows up.

Instead, she grew fond of Quidditch.

"Let's go," Orla's hat has green shamrocks. "Let's go to the stage quickly."

Draco lazily: "What's the hurry? Fudge has invited the best seat in our house."

On his head is a small red rope.

That is the color of the Bulgarian football team.

There were only the two of them in the box, because unfortunately—their friends were not so interested in the game, Theodore was very cold about everything, and Pencey had never been interested in vigorous sports.

As for Goyle and Crabbe, they had their own boxes.

Draco only invited Ola.

It was also very simple for her to agree to this invitation, purely because of the good location of this box.

But obviously more than a few people went to the box.

And Draco's over-the-top parents.

Lucius supported the snake-shaped cane, his haughty face was slightly loose: "Oh, Ola, I really didn't expect you to be here."

"Greetings to you," she said politely, "I don't know if I will disturb you."

Narcissa chuckled: "Probably not."

When she wasn't looking up, she looked like a really nice person.

Ola breathed a sigh of relief.

Draco looked at her: "Come on, I just bought two pure gold telescopes."

She nodded impatiently.

Probably every Quidditch fan will never forget this exciting occasion, wearing the logo colors of the favorite team, wearing a badge, watching a wonderful air show, cheers, tears, sweat and emotions gathered together .

It's a pity that Ola and Draco must temporarily follow behind the two elders.

To exchange pleasantries with other high-ranking people--

"Ah, Fudge." Lucius smiled sincerely, "I don't think you have met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Decora, this lady, is from the Norwegian Egil family. Ola."

Fudge's bloated body turned around: "Oh, that's unexpected. Hello, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Obranskik - he is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria."

The Bulgarian nodded to them.

Sure enough, adults are talking about these topics.

Fudge smiled: "And this one, do you know Arthur Weasley?"

Now, without him saying it, Ola could see it too.

The Weasleys approached - approached like a burning fire.

She had never seen so many redheads, Weasleys playing with Potter, twins, a girl, boys and men she didn't know, and of course, brown haired ones. Granger and Black Burlake.

Ola's eyes moved away uncomfortably.

He's in there too.

Potter's still green eyes were looking at her like a still lake.

She felt a twinge on her back, but Potter was staring at her intently, and Ola had chosen the clothes for him.

"Ola!"

A stern male voice came from behind.

She turned her head, and it was indeed his brother.

But this time Ola was grateful.

"The Malfoys, Mr. Fudge, Li'an." Allen said politely, "As for you, Ola, why are you always not with me, and you want to run over to meet Draco?"

Draco's face slowly turned red.

Olanono said: "I didn't do it on purpose... Oh, the location of his box is good..."

"The headmaster of Durmstrang gave us a place," he said with a hasty glance ahead. "Let's go, don't always be with other boys without my permission next time."

She held her brother's hand obediently.

Allen's smile was suddenly full of provocation: "Oh, Weasley."

He's not going to leave.

Because Ola couldn't feel that her brother wanted to leave.

Lucius' voice was drawn out: "My God, Arthur, what did you sell to get this top box seat? Your belongings must not be worth so much money, right?"

Too bad Fudge didn't understand.

"Lucius recently made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, Arthur. He's my guest of honor."

Lucius clicked his tongue.

"Uncle Lucius," Allen said politely, "my sister and I are leaving first."

He turned his head and said politely: "Actually, you can come to my box, it's definitely better than the top floor."

Mr. Weasley blushed at his words.

"No need," Alan shrugged, "Principal Karkaroff of Durmstrang specially invited our family to his box. Ola, do you remember him? He said he wanted you and his son Vasily is engaged."

She heard two grunts of dissatisfaction from the crowd.

Lucius smiled even more maliciously: "Go, children. Tsk, Weasley, in comparison, who does your family associate with?"

Allen also smiled over there.

Just as he was about to speak, Ola took his hand and ran away.

She didn't want to stay there for another second.

"You want to meet your fiancé so much?" Allen joked.

Ola blushed: "Oh, if you delay like this, the team's opening ceremony is about to begin."

Unexpectedly, Aalto and Karkaroff are friends.

However, this is also true. Aalto's director of the Department of Magical Beast Management and Control in the German Ministry of Magic is a breeder of dangerous animals, and Karkaroff is a much-maligned old lunatic who learns black magic.

Congenial.

She smiled sweetly: "Principal Karkaroff, good evening."

It was a serious-looking middle-aged man.

He saw her and showed a stiff smile, "Oh, hello, you are Ola, please allow me to introduce, this is my son, Vasily Karkarov."

Ola looked at the boy.

He has a typical Slavic appearance, black hair, brown eyes, thick lines, and he is smiling at her.

"We could have gotten married," Karkaroff said. "Aalto, it's a pity that you don't think Durmstrang's future is optimistic, or you sent all the children here, right?"

Alto smiled stiffly.

Ola frowned, "With all due respect, we don't go to Durmstrang, isn't it because we don't know Russian?"

Vasily was amused by her.

"Didn't Aalto teach you?" Karkaroff also smiled. "Actually, it's a pity that the two of you didn't come to Durmstrang. Otherwise, with your talents, you will definitely shine in school."

Ola didn't plan to delve into it, because the opening ceremony had begun.

A hundred Veela entered the venue, and they started singing and dancing.The people present, especially the men, were fascinated by them. Ola snorted and turned her head, but Alan didn't respond to it.

That Vasily was much worse, he looked as if a leg was about to fall off.

A cane hit him on the back: "Vassily, be more polite."

This time, he was fully awake.

Ora ignored it, her gray-blue eyes staring straight into the aperture of the telescope.

"It's an Irish leprechaun!"

They are composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, who are scattering gold coins down the sky, and countless people are bending over to grab the coins.

"Hmph," Allen smiled, "There must be Weasley among these people."

The leprechauns were quickly on the field and the team was on the field.

Ola blushed with excitement.

Every time she saw a wonderful action, she was almost suffocated.

In the end, the red color of Ireland painted the sky, and the venue was full of veela screams and people's roars.

"The Irish team won," she excitedly pointed at the clover above her head. "I won the bet, but unfortunately I didn't vote for the probability of Krum catching the Snitch. Oh, what a pity."

Allen looked down at her with a smile.

"Your sister is really lively." Vasily kept staring at her.

"Vassily," Karkarov patted him on the back, "go and hang out with Ola, you young people just like to be lively."

Ola glanced at Alto, who was sternly taking a sip of vodka.

Did not agree, did not refute.

She raised a smile: "Let's go, Vasily."

Vasily's rough lines moved, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Ola is not familiar with him.

She just borrowed a shield to get out.

In fact, she was going to find Draco to get the money.

Ola habitually raised her head, revealing a beautiful and proud face under the moonlight.

"Your name is Ola?" Vasily asked.

She snorted: "Obviously."

He stopped talking.

Ola didn't know where Malfoy's box was, and she didn't want to meet Potter, so she had to walk around outside.

"Are you waiting for your lover?" he asked at last.

She said angrily: "No."

Of course there is no way to get the money.

Because with this man who is not easy to spoil the image.

Finally, Ola walked towards the camp in a dull manner.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked out of words.

Ola sneered: "Because I gave you this opportunity."

Vasily laughed again.

This time he smiled a lot more kindly.

"I, I don't know if it's right to say such things on this occasion..." He suddenly felt uneasy, "I want to say, Ola Egil, I seem to have fallen in love with you at first sight."

She opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Aura thought blankly, is her love luck finally normal?

She opened her mouth, just about to answer.

At the same time, people's screams and shouts suddenly sounded around, and two snakes appeared in the sky, with their fangs showing silver-green marks.

Scary and infiltrating.