[hp] Pride and Prejudice

For no other reason, it may be purely because the making up is too funny.

On Monday, she was thrown headfirst into a bowl of cereal by Pansy and drowned.

On Tuesday, she was beaten to death by a troll with a big club while walking on the road.

On Friday, she was trampled to death by Hagrid inadvertently.

In the end, Ola couldn't think of any novel ways to die. She stretched her neck and saw that Pansy wrote unceremoniously——Wednesday, roommate Ola picked up a comb, and a careless, jagged Comb murders Pansy in her sleep.

"What do you mean?" She was dissatisfied. "Who combed his hair with sawtooth? My scalp is made of wood?"

Pan Xi was not polite: "I can't think of it."

Ola is not to be outdone——

On Thursday, roommate Pansy ruined Ola's baby face because of jealousy, and finally forced her to commit suicide in despair.

Pansy was on the point of screaming.

Both of them were so angry that they made up things.

In the end, Ola became a tall and tall giant with no salt in appearance, but he had a delicate mind and committed suicide at every turn.Pansy has become a beautiful, weak and slender, but gloomy and jealous school horror heroine.

Pan Xi commented: "I think Merlin is blind if he didn't get an O for this assignment."

Ola smiled and walked out of the library with her.

They were walking towards the auditorium just in time to see a shiny platinum head under a tree, followed by two thick-bodied footmen, who saw someone approaching, and he smirked and stuffed the bag into Crabbe's hand.

"Your dad's in the papers, Weasley!" he sneered, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet. "Listen to this!"

Standing in front was the Gryffindor trio, Weasley, his face purple with rage, being held back by Harry and Granger to keep them from fighting in public.

Ola yelled, "Draco!"

This is the first time they have seen each other in a few days.

Draco's face was a little unnatural, he pursed his lips, and then sneered: "Egil, you don't accompany your fiancé, come here to talk to a stranger who doesn't matter, you are really idle panic."

Suddenly, Harry felt that his strength was gone.

And Ola stood there with a straight face.

"There's another picture, Weasley!" he shifted focus. "A picture of your parents, standing in front of your house—you call it a house! If your mother could lose some weight, It looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

Weasley was shaking with rage.

Ola stopped: "Stop being Weasley, I want to talk to you."

"What do we have to talk about?" Draco's gray eyes were mocking. "Miss Egil, it's as if the whole world is going to revolve around you. Draco is the toy your father gave you. You can say a few words if you want to, and if you don't want to, this poor man will wait for you, right? ?”

Ola opened her mouth: "No, Draco, you are my good friend."

"Good friend!" He sneered.

Draco didn't even want to glance at her.

He was directly facing the Gryffindor trio, and Weasley's fist seemed to slam into his face: "Oh, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you? "

"Then please tell me—"

"Tell you what?" Ola's lips curled up. "No matter what you say, you will be ridiculed. Poor young master Malfoy. I don't know how many friends you have after your family collapsed."

She left with the book in her hand, her almond eyes filled with anger.

Orla went straight away, and Pansy couldn't catch up with her.

Obviously, she just wanted to be alone.

Draco still spoke: "Is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a bit distorted?"

Weasley suddenly lost his temper, and he felt sorry for him instead.

"What about you?" Harry mocked, "Let's not talk about your mother, what about you? What right do you have to talk about others, except for your two followers, you have no friends at all."

Draco didn't speak, his face was very ugly.

But he couldn't find Orla either.

Ola went to a place like no other.

She was lying on the same sofa as the Gryffindor lounge, and the black tea on the table was smoky.

This is the Room of Requirement.

Ola buried herself in the pillow, she was sad for a while, and then woke up: Did she want to change the way she spoke, always with thorns in her words, she could have just coaxed him, but she always wanted to make it like this.

She found helplessly that she was spoiled by her brother.

Allen tolerated her unconditionally, and Aalto also loved this apple of the eye, and the boys around him coaxed the good-looking girls carefully.

But Ola, people with better personalities can live better.

She was lying on the sofa in a decadent nest.

It's terrible that I know what kind of person I am, but I can't change it.

Ola cried bitterly in the emergency room, and after a long time, she wiped her tears and packed up to go out.

The eighth floor is quite high, too close to the Gryffindor lounge.

Moreover, the Weasley twins often appeared in inexplicable places, playing noisy pranks, so she could only carefully walk towards the dark place.

Suddenly someone stopped her: "Ola?"

She looked around and saw nothing.

There was a chuckle in the dark place, and then a piece of smooth cloth fell from his body. He was a little thin, and his green eyes were very gentle. Ola felt inexplicably that he would always tolerate others.

"I didn't expect you to be here," Harry smiled. "What are you doing here, are you curious about the Gryffindor lounge?"

Just as Ola was about to open her mouth to mock him, she still remembered that Potter had a map that showed the whole school.But after thinking about it, she said in a circle: "I have no other place to go."

Harry lowered his eyes, not daring to see the starlight in her eyes.

He asked softly: "Then I welcome you to, um, the eighth floor to take a look."

"The eighth floor is quite high," Ola looked out the window. "Actually, the scenery outside is also very good. I usually live underground and miss this kind of beautiful scenery."

Outside the window is a brilliant galaxy.

Harry had to force himself to focus on the outside: "Yeah, it's pretty."

He suddenly saw Durmstrang's big ship outside, and his mood became darker.

"You, you," he thought for a while, "do you want to visit the Gryffindor lounge?"

Ola was dumbfounded.

Are Gryffindors so hospitable?

She hesitated: "Okay."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go, we'll be there just up the stairs."

He put the Invisibility Cloak over her, and the distance between the two of them shortened so much that Harry could almost smell her - a summery smell of orange blossom.

This smell has been with me for almost the whole semester.

Harry still remembered third year, and he wanted to slap himself a few times just thinking about it, but it didn't help.

Maybe it was the long-term attention last semester, maybe he was obsessed with ghosts, Harry only felt that he was paying more and more attention to Ola, and even reached a state that he couldn't get rid of in his dreams——

He just got closer to her now, and he felt hot all over.

"Harry," she turned her head, "password."

Aura's gray-blue eyes rolled nimbly, sparkling.

Her face was so close to his, as if he could kiss her by bowing his head.

Harry tried his best to look away, "Starlight."

Fortunately, the Fat Lady opened the door right away.

Aura turned her head back, her silver ponytail jumped in the air, and the tip of her hair lightly touched the tip of his nose, playful and fast.

He quickly recovered and followed.

The decoration in the Gryffindor lounge uses red and gold as much as possible, and a dazzling red can be seen everywhere.There are not many people in the lounge at night, and night tours are the norm for little lions.

Only Ron was sitting on the sofa, writing homework with a quill pen in great distress.

"Potions assignment?" he exclaimed.

Ron looked up quickly, as if he was expecting something to focus on.

He asked firmly, "Harry?"

This is the case with good brothers, he can't hide Ron's eyes even wearing an invisibility cloak.Harry quickly handed the invisibility cloak to Ola, and got out by himself: "When did Snape assign so many homework?"

"No," said Ron, eyes drooping. "It's Hermione, she thinks I need to look at her homework more, or my fifth year OWLE will be over."

Harry laughed out loud, "Hermione is in such a hurry."

"Yeah," he agreed, "but she's like Fred's canary biscuit, eats it like a bird, and keeps saying Exam! Exam!"

Olla had never seen such a happy Harry.

In her impression, Harry has always been a relatively introverted boy with a relatively good temper. It is still difficult for her to see him with his good friends and really laugh out loud.

The two of them chatted for a while, and Harry didn't think of her until Ola kicked him secretly: "Then you continue to read Hermione's homework, and I will take the invisibility cloak to go out and have a look?"

Ron gave a muffled hum.

He couldn't wait to go back, his eyes were bright, and he whispered: "Where do you want to go now?"

Ola smiled, showing her pointy teeth.

She said, "Let's go out first."

The two of them walked out of the door with a guilty conscience. When they approached the door, they heard the door suddenly opened. Hermione rushed in aggressively holding more than 20 books.

"Ron," she raised her eyebrows, "how do you look?"

Ola felt that Harry was getting more nervous in vain, she was quick to think, and took his hand and ran outside.

They could hear Ron shouting in distress: "I really can't finish watching! Hermione! Please let me go..."

Harry tried his best to hold back his laughter, and after they had escaped from the tower, he couldn't help laughing in a low voice, shrugging his shoulders like a little hamster stealing food.

Ola looked at him in surprise: "I thought you couldn't laugh."

"Can't I laugh?" He asked in surprise, "Why do you deprive me of this hobby?"

She smiled: "No, I mean, you usually don't seem to be a person who loves to laugh, and you rarely laugh so intensely."

"It's not that I don't like to laugh, it's that the laughing point of many things is too low." Harry showed his white teeth, "If Snape wore Professor Trelawney's clothes and started giving candy on Halloween, I would definitely be the one who laughed the most." Great one."

Ola snorted, "Snape?"

"Oh, sorry." He said sincerely, "it should be Professor Snape."

She snorted, "That's about the same, and you're so boring, I thought you'd want Professor Snape to fly on a broom and catch the Snitch."

Harry tried to keep himself from thinking about the image, but it was better to think of Snape sulking, flying around above Nimbus 2001, his black robes tumbling in the air, than he was tap dancing.

He barely suppressed his laugh: "Ola, where do you want to go?"

"Kitchen, I haven't eaten before."

Ola squinted because she couldn't see ahead.

Harry carefully took out his wand, a ray of light was in the dim invisibility cloak, at this moment, he saw clearly that Aura was holding his hand, it was so soft, at first he thought it was a Flobber caterpillar.

He stared at her hand, blushing belatedly.

"Harry," she asked from the front, "could you light the front a little bit?"

He gave an incoherent oh, and obediently raised his wand to the front.

She held him without feeling and led him all the way to the kitchen.

If it was before, Ola might still be shy.But she knew that Harry didn't see her as his girlfriend, and it was useless for her to be shy all by herself.

So, she thought of Harry as Draco, which would make things easier.

He broke the silence: "You, how did you know where the kitchen is?"

"I guessed it," Ola said perfunctorily, "well, I actually learned Professor Trelawney's ability without a teacher. I can predict the whole Hogwarts."

"Then how do you predict the geographical location? You should predict the cause of death."

Ola smiled.

They have been traveling at night for four years, and with the Marauder's Map in hand, they quickly avoided the patrolling professor and Filch, and slipped all the way into the kitchen, where there are bright lamps, countless delicacies, and a row of house elf.

To Harry's dismay, she let go of her hand as soon as she stepped into the kitchen.

An elf jumped up seeing Harry: "Mr. Potter! Dobby the elf, it's a pleasure to serve you!"

"Dobby!" he cheered up, "Ola, let me introduce you, this is my friend Dobby, Dobby, this is my friend Ola Egil!"

Ola complained, why does Harry Potter like making friends with magical creatures so much?

It's either a half-giant or a house-elf. Next time, you won't be making friends with snails, fairies, unicorns, and centaurs.

"Hello Miss Egil!" Dobby narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Dobby remembers that he is a friend of Master Draco."

Ola nodded: "Yes, I still remember you, you are Draco talking about it, the elf Dobby who betrayed their family, he still misses you all the time."

Harry frowned slightly, as if he was very tired of mentioning Draco.

"Finally someone with eyesight!" screamed an elf in the corner. "Winky is tired of working with traitors who have been sentenced out of the family, and Hogwarts pays us back!"

Immediately afterwards, she screamed and banged on the cabinet, causing the whole kitchen to be full of smoke.

Harry hastily ordered: "Okay, Winky, quickly get something for this young lady, she hasn't eaten since noon!"

Only then did Shining stop resentfully, obediently followed the order to get the food.

"You know that elf?" Ola asked.

"Of course," Harry told her almost all the details, "on the day the European Cup ended, Ron, Hermione, I, and I heard the noise outside, so we went out to have a look, and it turned out...Mr. Crouch found that it was Winky The Dark Mark issued, but how could an elf know such a thing?"

Ola frowned: "The wand is the foundation of a wizard, Harry, don't lose it next time."

Harry responded humbly, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, feeling that this behavior made him look even more stupid in her heart.

He turned his head: "A plate of nuts!"

Shining came over with the nuts that hadn't been removed from the plate.

"Oh, thank you." Ola stopped, "It seems that she is indeed in a pure-blooded family, and those wives who are not valued by their husbands are like this. Nuts, after eating, my husband will go home."

She shrugged: "However, usually their husbands don't go home."

Ola tried very hard, but her pink nails could not pry the nuts.

Harry stretched out his hand: "Let me peel it for you."

She breathed a sigh of relief and handed him the plate directly.

"It should be because they are not in love," he said in a low voice. "Only couples who do not love each other will do this. If it is my wife, no matter how busy I am, I will take time to see her."

Harry turned his head and saw Ola vigorously peeling the nuts, causing her face to turn red.

He smiled lightly: "No, that's right."

Ola stopped to look at him, and Harry put the nut in his palm, and when he squeezed it a little, the nut fell apart.

"It's because your hands are strong," she was not convinced. "I can't use my hands, and my elbows are so bad. If it wasn't because Quidditch was cancelled, I would blow your head off."

With a cold face, Ola directly tried to use her elbow.

That nut, which was originally so hard, was like a bludger, and it cracked after being knocked out.

"It's a good thing there's no competition..." Harry muttered to himself.

She glared at him, almond eyes full of anger and vividness.

He quickly lowered his head: "Oh, what did you just say? Well, what kind of lady is nuts, I remember that your pure-blood family all marry people of equal status, you don't necessarily like your fiancé... ..."

"The marriage contract was only verbal," Ola waved his hand, "it's not a ceremony, it doesn't matter."

In the past, after the pure-blood family performed the ceremony, they also bound a magic contract. If they betrayed, they would do whatever they wanted, but now there are almost few people who do this.

But they didn't, it was purely lip service.

Aalto is really crafty.

Harry's heart relaxed a lot: "Oh, your fiancé should also have a reputation in the wizarding world."

"Principal Durmstrang's son," Ola continued to peel the nuts, "it should be considered, but their family reputation is not very good. It is said that they once worked for that person, and my father didn't want to get in touch with them. .”

He stretched out his hand, and the flesh lay in the palm of his hand in good shape.

Much better than Ora peeling.

"Is blood so important?" Harry asked. "Would they rather you marry someone you love, or someone who's only blood and treats you badly?"

Ola ate the pulp: "I don't know."

She felt that she was still young.

He was a little stubborn: "Ola, you always have to think for yourself, sometimes..."

Ola felt that he had a heroic episode, and sure enough, he couldn't help it when he became too many heroes.

"It's okay," she smiled, "isn't it still so long?"

Harry stared at her seriously with a pair of green eyes, as if he felt sorry for her, but also seemed to think of some idea to save her.

She also thought about it yesterday, but isn't there a lot of solutions?

For example, she ran away from marriage directly.

Aura stared at him sideways, and saw that his brows were furrowed, with a sense of seriousness.

She suddenly had a plan.

Olla moved closer to him, "Harry, I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

He subconsciously pushed back.

After reacting, Harry replied: "Yes, yes."

They were so close that he could almost see the fine down on Ola's face, glowing against the kitchen fire.

"Then, you come closer," she stretched out her long fingers and hooked them forward. "Otherwise I'm worried that you won't hear what I'm doing."

Harry's breathing became much heavier in vain.

He remembered that before Ola faced her brother's violent power, she directly asked him to be her boyfriend.

Could it be that you want the old things to repeat themselves?

As he thought of this, the sound of his heartbeat became more serious, and Ola's face was in front of his eyes, which was clearer than that dream.Her hands are thin and white, with a vivid expression, much more beautiful than those oil paintings.

Thinking of this, Harry leaned closer.

She smiled: "Come a little more."

Harry exhaled quickly, and came over obediently.

"Come here a little longer," Aura said, "otherwise you won't be able to hear it."

He closed his eyes, feeling her soft hair rub against his face.

Ola let out a crisp laugh.

She approached: "I'll tell you this, you can't tell others..."

If she said it, Harry thought, he'd say yes right away.

And they can also date at Hogwarts like today.

Thinking of this, his face turned even redder.

"Listen carefully," she said slowly, and then a smirk clearly sounded in his ear. "You're a silly dog."