[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Harry, who is extremely incapable of comforting others and has a low EQ to a certain extent, will only deal coldly with two friends to calm down when they quarrel. Ron in the seventh grade flees on the road, Hermione is extremely disappointed, and he doesn't know what to say.

He is not good at dealing with emotions.

This time, Harry finally came to his senses, but it was a pity that he came so late.

All Ola saw was that his face turned pink, then red, and then purple.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ola pinched his face: "You won't be angry, will you?"

He forced a smile: "No."

"But I know you're angry," Aura approached him with a pair of eyes smiling, "If I were you, I would have scolded people a long time ago. But if I give you this chance, neither of us will participate in the Triwizard Tournament, so, We'll have a Quidditch match on the flat next Wednesday night."

Harry's face looked better: "Okay."

Aura continued: "The two of us, catch the Golden Snitch, and we win if we catch it."

Now, he looked perfectly fine.

That's right, it's the one he's best at.

"I'll go first," she said, "This is not far from the Slytherin lounge."

Harry watched her back and sighed.

He didn't know anyone in the world who was so fond of mischief except Fred and George.

He stopped: "Wait a minute!"

Aura turned around stupidly: "What's wrong?"

She saw Harry standing where he was, his green eyes full of sincerity.

He told her, "Ola, you forgot your things."

Ola let out an oh, and came back to get something. Halfway there, she suddenly realized something.But it was too late, Harry smashed the cake next to her in the face.

Harry grinned and bared his white teeth: "Hahahahaha——"

With a scream, she swiftly wiped the cake from her face onto his face.

But how could there be Harry Strong who has escaped Dudley 100 years professionally?

Not only did Ola not hit it, but she also fell because of slippery feet.

She lay on the ground and let out a sobbing sound.

He ran over nervously: "Are you all right?"

Harry squatted down, trying to tear her loose soft hair away, and then pulled the delicate little girl up.

But Aura buried her head on the ground, crying loudly, and looked heartbroken.

"I didn't mean it," he was at a loss, "I'm sorry..."

He thought Ola was a girl who was more able to joke around.

Just take the attitude with Ron.

In the next second, his face was covered with cake.

Ola's face was covered with cream, and she burst into a sweet smile: "Ah, Harry, how many times have you been fooled?"

Harry's emerald eyes were blank, as if they were about to drop water.

She was worried and hid back.

"Harry Potter!"

"Ola Egil!"

In the end, Ola walked downstairs angrily with her face covered in cream, and gave him a hard look before she left.And Harry was shrouded in a creamy Invisibility Cloak, laughing as he walked up.

But for some reason, while she felt angry, she also found it funny.

Ola briskly walked into the lounge, ready to go back to take a shower and rest, but saw a person sitting on the sofa.

"Theodore," she asked, "how are you here so late?"

He looked at the book and said coldly, "Because I'm waiting for you."

He stretched out his arm and cleaned up the flustered Ola.

Ola pursed her lips.

They were relatively familiar when they were young, but Theodore was born with a strong sense of distance, and Ola didn't like coaxing others very much when she was young, and slowly developed, the two can be called familiar strangers.

Theodore played well with Draco.

After a while, she said, "What are you waiting for me?"

Theodore sighed: "Draco quarreled with you, and he hasn't waited for you for almost a day. He is looking for you everywhere."

"So, he's looking for me outside now," Ola said, "You wait for me inside. Hmph, tell him, don't wait for me, go to rest early."

She returned to the dormitory calmly.

Theodore took a rare look at her, as if finding some abnormality in her plain face.

But he never dreamed how happy Ola was just now.

The next day, she got up slowly and saw Draco sitting on the sofa. He came with some nervousness, and then took the initiative to help her get the book. Seeing that Ola didn't refuse, she was relieved .

He probed: "Yesterday..."

"I know all about it," Ola said. "I don't blame you."

Draco rolled his eyes, "That's fine."

Then, the two went out the door tacitly. Pansy and Theodore glanced at each other, and took Goyle and Crabbe to the door together.

"After you left yesterday, I found Professor Moody behind," Draco tried to chat. "He also said that if I was bullying you, he would turn me into a ferret."

Ola smiled: "Isn't that similar to your hair?"

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Indeed."

They sat together at the Slytherin table, and Olad made a place where he could see Gryffindor.This day was the voting day for the Triwizard Tournament, and it was the second time that students from other schools got off their boats and carriages.

Harry and Ron were talking about something, and he was about to laugh, but unexpectedly found that Ola looked at him again, spitting the pumpkin juice he was drinking onto the skirt of his clothes.

Then, Ola saw him hurriedly looking for paper to wipe, and then greeted her in a hurry.

"Durmstrang is coming down." Draco cut the pork chop bitterly, "We shouldn't have to give up another seat, right? Do you think so, Ola?"

Ola snorted, "What?"

He was so depressed that he refused to speak.

Ola was helpless: "Just say it again, I really didn't hear clearly."

"I said," Draco repeated reluctantly, "I don't want to give up my seat."

She smiled: "Then don't let it go."

What's so embarrassing about this.

Olla shrugged and went on to eat her portion of fish steak with lemon juice.

In order to cater to French guests, some French dishes also appeared.

When she thought of those French veela, she felt depressed. They were so beautiful. The reason why Ola became a person who paid more and more attention to image was inseparable from the attention of many people.

But now, she felt that not many people looked at her.

So frustrating.

Ola drank the water angrily.

In a few seconds, those flamboyant guests used the previous method to show the Hogwarts students the excitement.Brown Button was still sitting in Ravenclaw, and Durmstrang was in Slytherin.

Vasily was pulled by Allen, and he could only look at Ola helplessly.

But Ola didn't want to talk to him.

Principal Dumbledore waved his hand, and a gorgeous and huge Goblet of Fire appeared in front of the stands.

"The moment has finally come," he smiled. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I would like to explain a few words—"

Dumbledore was surrounded by powerful people, several of them from the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "and they will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Mrs. Sim, together, form the panel of judges to judge the efforts of the Warriors."

There was a loud applause in the auditorium.

This Triwizard Tournament puts a protective spell on children under the age of 17. Ola lost interest. She chatted with Pansy and accepted the eyes of her nominal fiancé from time to time.

"Warriors are going to start," Pansy said excitedly. "I'm going to be free this semester. It's so interesting to find a warrior as a dance partner and fall in love."

She blinked at the star-studded Krum.

Aura smiled: "But, according to this situation, there should only be three warriors."

"Love in a foreign country, how romantic." Pan Xi also smirked.

Draco glanced at them: "Isn't there an age limit, maybe when I come up with something to break this setting, I will become a warrior."

He sipped the wine in the goblet vigorously.

Pansy continued to laugh.

But someone is going to finish this spoiler.

Like Gryffindor.

The Weasley twins held a bottle of aging potion presumptuously, jokingly saying that they would break the age limit. On the surface, only the Gryffindors paid attention to the two of them, but in fact, the entire Hogwarts students were staring at them look.

Because the two of them walk the talk.

"That's it," said Fred in a smug tone, "just finished it."

Allen stood in front of Slytherin, he snorted coldly: "Gryffindor, just don't pay attention to safety."

Fred was complacent: "Who am I?"

George said: "One drop for each of us, it will definitely work."

The two of them had a hippie smile on their faces, and everyone's eyes were on them. Immediately afterwards, the Weasley twins successfully jumped into the halo circle of the Goblet of Fire.

Li Dao, who often does commentary, "They succeeded!"

The Weasley twins also erupted in cheers, and just as people were about to celebrate them, an invisible pair of big twins threw them both out, and with a loud pop, identical bruises popped out of their chins. long white beard.

Everyone in the hall roared with laughter.

Even they both pointed at each other and laughed.

Olla wiped her tears with a smile. She saw that the Weasley twins were being sent to the hospital wing soon, and she stood where she was, waiting for the others to start voting.

Suddenly, a mysterious and pleasant fragrance of flowers came.

It was a beautiful Veela, her silver-white hair fluttered behind her, and her face eclipsed everyone.Aura looked at her fascinated, this was the first time she saw a Veela so close, she felt that she had never seen such a beautiful thing in her whole life.

Ola used to look down on Veela, but now she finds that she has no right to look down on Veela.

She caught a glimpse of her silver hair by chance, and thought it was dry and ugly.Ola stared at herself in disappointment, why the clothes were so black, and there was an ugly red button, too ugly.

Ola is about to cry, why is she so ugly.

She tried to pull on her buttons in a daze, and suddenly a figure blocked her eyes.

"Oh," Aura's pupils slowly became clear, "Wollins?"

He's the Slytherin keeper and looks like a giant sloth.

But he was a substitute before and only started playing last semester, and Ola is not familiar with him either.

Wallins blushed a little: "This, this, Ola Egil, if I am selected as a Hogwarts warrior, would you be my dance partner and dance with me?"

Aura looked at his panicked face, her mind went blank.

What woke her up was the mocking voices from other houses next to her ears. She turned her head and saw a lot of people pointing and pointing, saying no to 'Slytherin', 'Hufflepuff is better than Slytherin' some type of.

There was even Potter in it.

Harry stared at her closely.

"Of course," she affirmed, "I will, and I am honored to be the Slytherin warrior's partner."

She deliberately bit the Slytherin warrior's tone.

Wallins blushed even more with joy.

Everyone else yelled as they should, and she turned her head to look at Harry's expression, and saw him standing next to the chattering Weasley, listening to him in silence.

She saw the veela again, it was so beautiful, it was good to see Ola desperate, is it because Wallins is selectively blind that he can't see the veela?

Ola didn't want to watch the Veela show any more. After watching Wallins' vote, she lost interest and wanted to go back.Because Pansy went back to rest early, and Draco was stern and silent.

She has to go back quickly, dress up well, and can no longer be compared to Veela.

Ola rushed in aggressively, just looked at the mirror curiously, and the clothes in the closet were all emptied.

Pansy, with curly hair, exclaimed, "Is the prom early?"

Ola shook her head, "Vela is so pretty, with silver hair, I think I'm so ugly."

Pansy snorted and continued to read the magazine.

She kept trying on clothes, listening to the voice of praise in the mirror, the image of Veela in her heart became higher and higher, and she became more and more inferior.

"Don't try," Pansy said helplessly, "your heads are piled up like a walking treasure chest."

There were no classes these days, and everyone's hearts drifted away, pinned on the note that was about to be ejected from the Goblet of Fire.And Ola became more and more anxious. She often looked in the mirror and sighed after she finished looking.

The eyes of those boys could no longer attract her.

She also gave up a date with Wallins in order to toss her hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" Draco said angrily, "Is it because you hate that you can't go to the ball with Wallins?"

Ola plausibly said: "For the honor of Slytherin."

She also didn't want to tell her friends how inferior she was when she was shocked.

Theodore sighed: "You really care about your face more and more."

Ola thought about it, she didn't look like a lady before the first grade, but she gave up Quidditch, which she had a crush on, because she was afraid of fat arms.In the third grade, he subscribed to witch magazines from various countries and learned them by heart.

She looked serious: "For the honor of Slytherin."

Draco let out a sneer.

"Okay, the goblet is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore, "I estimate it will take another minute."

At this time, no one noticed the girl's ridiculous little thoughts, and everyone was staring at the Goblet of Fire, which was emitting a faint blue light, dangerous and charming.

"Durmstrong's champion," he said in a clear and forceful tone, "is Victor Krum."

Krum stood up from the long table in Slytherin, his powerful muscles trembled, he smiled with effort, and then walked towards Dumbledore.

Durmstrang squealed happily, and Karkaroff clapped vigorously.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

It's the Veela that Orla cares about!

She also clapped her hands, vowing that she would never look down on Veela again, Fu Rong was so beautiful and powerful.She stood up gracefully, showing a reserved smile, and countless people cheered for her, she was the center.

Ola was frantically flipping through the book underneath, and she also wanted the kind of hair that could float without wind.

She turned a few pages before finding a way——

Porter Pomade Rejoice.

It can make hair shiny again, which is the best choice for beautiful witches.

It's just so expensive. She gave all her pocket money to bet on the team to win or lose, and she hasn't withdrawn the money yet.

Ola's little head kept spinning, and she automatically blocked the voices from Hufflepuff and the screams from Hogwarts, and she only hung on to this "Weekly Witch".

"Who are the Hogwarts champions?" she belatedly asked.

Draco yelled excitedly, "Cedric Diggory!"

She groaned and looked down at the magazine again, ignoring Draco's provocative gaze at Wallins.

Looking for brother?Allen would surely tell Aalto how she was spending money.

Looking for Draco?Borrowing money from a friend is so chilling.

But looking for those who gamble, she is looking for a needle in a haystack.

Aura looked at the potion in the magazine reluctantly, feeling full of unwillingness.

Suddenly, a deep voice came, and the whole hall became silent: "Harry Potter!"