[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Draco's eyes seemed to be full of stars, and they were completely bright: "Then which boy do you want to go to the dance with?"

"I don't actually have a specific idea," Ola said distressedly, "but I have a very firm idea."

Just better than Fleur Delacour.

Her dance partner must be a hundred times stronger than her!

But Fleur is a warrior herself, and she must use a more advanced person to defeat her, not a warrior to defeat a warrior.

Headmaster Dumbledore is the perfect candidate for this.

Ola rested her head on her elbows, "But I'm not sure if he'll agree."

Draco snorted coldly.

"What about you?" she asked.

He looked at the book: "I have, I'm going to read now, you go first."

Ola pursed her lips, she thought Draco would give her advice.

She herself is not sure if she has this ability.

She did not.

Several days after this incident, let alone this ability, Ola didn't even have the courage.It's a good thing, though, because she's starting to get distracted from Fleur's voyeuristic ways.

At least Ola is still in the mood to do her homework these days.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked upstairs, then passed the principal's office, and went straight to the owl house-to get the shampoo.

"Qiu?" Ola asked in surprise, "Are you coming to the owl house too?"

Qiu turned her head in a panic, "Yes."

She and Qiu didn't know each other in detail, but the two beautiful girls knew each other easily.

It's like knowing each other with good grades.

"Did you buy any clothes?" Ola asked. "What color? I'll try not to match your color."

Qiu couldn't help crescent crescent: "It's okay, you look beautiful in anything, but I bought a long blue dress."

"Then I'll wear a pink skirt," Ola said, "I can't be like a beauty."

Qiu covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, she leaned over and took the opportunity to glance at the list——

In order to win to the starting line.

Ola snorted: "I'm sorry, I saw that you want to buy Felicity Elixir, and I keep it in my dormitory."

"Ah, that's great," Qiu smiled kindly, "I won't buy it, you can sell it to me at a lower price."

Ola was filled with anxiety.

A girl like Lian Qiu needs a felicity potion for a date, but she has no idea at all.

She is very competitive.

In fact, Ola realized that this was a tough battle when she learned that the gown was going to be prepared.From the first moment she landed, she saw that those excellent boys and girls were hot and sweet, and she became more and more worried, fearing that as time went by, she would not find a good dance partner.

Pansy said she was thinking too much.

Ola trembled: "Yes, but you can only use three drops at a time."

Cho looked at her with a smile, as if to say that Ola had forgotten that she was a senior.

"Qiu," she said with determination, "can you give me a hug?"

Qiu opened her eyes wide in surprise, and let out an exclamation between her lips and teeth, and then she resumed her usual demeanor, and the next second, her slender body threw herself at Ola, who felt soft in front of her, exuding a pleasant fragrance .

She gratefully said: "Thank you, then I will invite Dumbledore now."

Qiu let out a cry of astonishment.

And Ola held the Porter brand she bought to moisturize her hair, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to go to the principal's office.

When Harry finally got rid of Rita Skeeter's irritating interview, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly to Gryffindor Tower.The girl who happened to be standing by the window, she was holding a bottle of green potion, the silver thread was shining, she was wearing a white skirt, her back was slender and moving, and her steps were downward.

So lovely.

He couldn't help laughing, then ran over, scratching his messy hair in embarrassment.

"Hi, Ola," said Harry, "what are you doing?"

She didn't look back.

Harry exhaled, patted her on the back, and looked ahead.I saw Ola carelessly touching her face, her fair face was covered with staggered tears, seeing him coming, she hurriedly raised her hands to cover her face in a panic.

"What's the matter with you?" He said helplessly, "Um, you are..."

Aura turned her face away: "I, I was just looking for you, look, the shampoo I bought has arrived..."

Harry took it: "Thanks, I'm about to send a letter to Sirius, do you want to come? Have something to eat, treacle pie is pretty good."

"No, it's easy to gain weight." She waved her hand, "You go first."

Ola is going to the Room of Requirement.

She stopped for a while, and didn't hear any sounds around her. She took a breath, and tears fell from her eyes again. She covered her face, and looked back with hazy eyes——

Harry was actually still standing behind, holding the book very quietly, seeing her gaze, instead of panicking, he even showed his white teeth.

"What are you doing!" Ola yelled angrily, "I've already told you, you can go now."

He's still standing there.

Aura had nothing to do with him, and she was too embarrassed to open the Response Room in front of others.

She was so angry and helpless: "you can say whatever you want."

Harry thought for a while, then came over, quickly pulled her on the head, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, did you go to the principal's office just now?"

His hands are full of golden furs dropped by phoenixes.

When Ola thought of being rejected and being seen with a full head of feathers, she just wanted to cry to death.

Harry tried his best to hold back a smile: "Actually, your hair color is very similar. At first I thought it was your new hairpin. It's pretty pretty."

She sniffed and put on a straight face: "Yes, I promise you to clean me up quickly."

Ola silently read the Room of Requirement and led him in.

She was so unlucky.

When she walked into the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was just inside, his blue glasses revealing wisdom, calm and generous.Ola begged him a few words, but the headmaster refused at first, and then she acted poorly, so the headmaster reluctantly agreed.

He asked, what about Harry when Ola went to the ball with him?

Aura frowned in confusion, what does it matter to him?

The old man with white beard sighed.

He asked Ola again why he wanted to dance with him.

Ola didn't want to tell him her little thoughts, she could only say that because she admired the achievements of the old man with the white beard very much.

After that, the eyes of the white bearded old man became extremely complicated.

He first said earnestly, let Aura focus on her peers, don't look at the elders, let Aura enjoy the happiness of young people, if she really admires, she can replace her with the Potion Master Dean.

Ora stated that she only wanted to learn, not to seduce her poor potions master.

Then the white-bearded old man sighed, put out a large letter on the table, and told her that these were the people who wanted to write to invite him to the ball in the past half a year.

Ola collapsed immediately.

She didn't expect that Hogwarts is not only fiercely competitive in the youth group, but even the senior group is fiercely competitive.

She couldn't compete with Fleur Delacour, and even those old ladies who were seven or eighty years old.

Ola's eyes were red.

And she walked from the principal's office to the eighth floor with her head full of feathers, she was really ashamed.If there was a charm class in the afternoon, and she was carrying a wand, these feathers would have been cursed with flying.

Harry put all the feathers in his palm, reluctantly: "Okay."

He sighed, her hair is so good.

I don't know why I still need to buy shampoo.

Ola took a deep breath, thanked her, and looked in the mirror.

"By the way," he asked, "how do you know there's a room here? There's no such place on the Marauder's Map."

Ola thought he was so nice and didn't ask anything else.

She exhaled: "My brother told me to say what you need three times here, and you can come in."

Harry nodded, and suddenly thought of the incidents of bumping into her on the eighth floor a few times ago, and suddenly realized.

"Sit for a while," he said incoherently, not wanting to leave for no reason. "Um, thank you, if you hadn't shown me that magazine, I wouldn't have known my grandparents made this..."

Ola was half lying on the sofa, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be broken.

She couldn't lift her strength: "It's okay."

"I've been looking for books in the library for the first few days to pass the first level," Harry said without a word, "Today there is a female reporter from the Ministry of Magic who even interviewed me, er, I mean, I may not have much time to talk to you recently. You play Quidditch together."

She said lazily, "It's okay."

Harry opened his mouth, and finally couldn't help saying, "Why did you come out of the principal's office?"

Aura covered her face in despair.

After a long time, she cheered up: "Harry, do you have a dance partner now? Can you reserve a place for me?"

She still wanted to pick and choose.

Harry groaned.

He stared at her gray-blue eyes that turned around, and there were still blush around the eye sockets. Slowly, his face also flushed: "I, me, what partner? I can't dance."

Harry tried to control himself from turning his head.

The whole room is filled with an ambiguous hormone.

But this is for him.

Aura looked at his blank face, and a very bad thought came to her mind.

"You don't know the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, do you?" She looked at his expression and said helplessly, "Warriors hold a dance with their partners, but usually before the second round, you don't know it now, do you? "

Others invite a dance partner as soon as they get on the train.

Harry lowered his eyes, "It seems that I only found out now."

He felt like he was always making a fool of himself.

Especially in front of her.

"It's okay," Ola said, knowing that he was brought up in a Muggle family, "but Harry, you have to hurry up now, because everyone is fighting for a dance partner (Slytherin), but don't worry, I guess Muggle family I don't know."

He lowered his eyes and played with the feathers, feeling like a needle felt.

She comforted him: "It's okay, there are probably many people left, you can wait to pass the first level first."

"I probably won't make it through," he whispered, and then he came to his senses and smiled at Ola. "It's nothing, I mean, there's been a lot of trouble lately."

Aura had adjusted her mentality at this time, and stood up energetically: "That's right, let's go outside and fly a few laps."

Harry hummed in surprise, raised his head, and saw her randomly pull out two school brooms, throw them to him without hesitation, and then pointed at the dark night outside.

"Flying," she said, "I like it. It's a way of reducing stress and losing weight. Whoever finds a cattail first will fly back and win."

Aura stepped over with her long and straight legs, sat on the broom, and flew into the silver moonlight with a whoosh.

Harry reacted: "Why don't you say the beginning!"

She flew very slowly, because this broom was too weak, and the toy broom Ola bought when she was a child was hundreds of times stronger than this one.In this way, flying from Hogwarts to the Forbidden Forest is simply a technical job.

Aura turned her head, and the broom under the boy was very fast, slowly approaching her.

She turned her head quickly, stepped on the horsepower and rushed forward.

Under the extreme speed, Xia Feng turned into a lingering sword, and slashed directly at the person's face.

Aura's silver hair fluttered in the air, blocking her eyes several times.

She quickly tied a braid in the air to minimize the impact of the wind speed.

Unexpectedly, when she finished piercing, the young man's heroic figure flashed before her eyes.

Is there something wrong with my broom?

Aura swooped down angrily, and then made a beautiful roll in the air. The black lake in her field of vision looked like a river of billions of stars.

"Harry!" she yelled, "how can you fly so fast."

Harry turned his head, showing a confident, even conceited smile on his normally smiling face.He raised his eyebrows, arrogantly tended to fly the broom to the same level as her, and deliberately stood in front of her.

Ola flew lower and lower, but he followed closely.

She circled a few times in the air, getting closer and closer to him.

Aura stared at him, smiled bitterly, stretched out her hand to raise the lake water, and threw it on his back.

"Ah!" Harry screamed, "What are you doing!"

She frowned innocently, "Give full play to your strengths as a Chaser."

Harry swayed from side to side as Orla threw the water after him in hot pursuit.Within a few minutes, he also turned his head and threw it in her face unbearably.

Ola didn't pay attention for a while, and a big piece of her sleeve was splashed.

"Harry Potter!"

Aura chased after him, splashing water behind him.

But this action was too time-consuming. Harry turned his head to look a few times, rolled a few times in the air, and swayed a few times confusingly. When Ola bent down to scoop water, he immediately lifted the broom into the air, and the water rippled. A thousand layers of waves were stirred up.

When she looked up, Harry's broom was already in the Forbidden Forest.

"He's really..." Ola was speechless angrily, "I'm clearly a Chaser, but I'm not a Chaser."

It's not her forte.

It's all because of the broom, it's too slow.

After she hovered in the air for a few seconds, Harry flew out quickly. He deliberately put the cattail in the palm of his hand, so that it was so conspicuous that he could see it at a glance. His face covered with fluff was full of pride: "Hi?"

"Why is my broom so slow?" Ola dissatisfied, "I told him he wasn't any faster, he didn't have any telepathy at all, it should be replaced with my Nimbus 2001."

He laughed: "My Firebolt/Arrow."

Harry's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Aura frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I suddenly thought of how I passed the first level..." He murmured, "Thank you for the inspiration."

The first level is a Quidditch match?

She shrugged.

Aura said: "Okay, let's go back quickly, our clothes are all wet."

Post-exercise excitement was rippling on Harry's face, and he deliberately kept himself on the same level as Ola, even if he had the ability to go a little faster.He breathed carefully, but when he was close to her, his exhalation became heavy.

Her clothes are wet.

It was more obvious under the bright moonlight, and under her black robe, there should be a white light shining on the waist.

Harry turned his head quickly, and exhaled quickly. Was she as soft as a populace when he hugged her...

"Harry," she turned her head inexplicably, "Fifth grade, I will definitely blow your head off."

He quickly turned his head around.

Harry didn't dare to look at her up close, the blood flowed when he saw her, the face that had been unscrupulous and quite bold in his dreams.

He flew over the black lake where the galaxy fell.

Almost to Hogwarts.

A feeling of disappointment surged in Harry's heart. Why is the distance so short? Can't it be longer from the Forbidden Forest to Hogwarts?

"O, Ola," he plucked up his courage, "I remember you don't have a partner yet, can I ask you to go to the dance together?"

Aura looked up at him in astonishment.The moonlight was soft and the water waves were gentle. His reddened ears and blushing face were outlined with a layer of soft light, and the color could not be seen.