[hp] Pride and Prejudice

In fact, Ola's first thought was—

She asked him what advantage he had over Dumbledore.

Except young.

Dumbledore is a very powerful old man, and in Norway, people have a lot of reverence for this old man who defeated the Dark Lord, even though they all worship the Dark Arts.

Powerful people are worthy of everyone's respect.

Harry Potter is nothing special.

This is the conclusion that Aura came to after spending four years with him.

She felt that getting along with him was similar to getting along with Draco, except that sometimes, he would blush from the contact of the opposite sex from time to time, reminding Orla of the fact that he was a woman.

Ola thought, she wanted to pick and choose, at least the best among suitors.

Potter is really good, but what if he fails the first level?

She would be very humiliated too.

"That," Ola's blue eyes rolled, "can I give you an answer later? I haven't figured it out yet, or let's make an appointment and I'll tell you then."

Harry thought for a moment, "Okay, but if you want to discuss with your friends..."

He couldn't help but imagine the scene where she was chatting with Pansy and Malfoy about whether to go to the dance with him.Harry frowned, which made him think he was discussing with Ron and Hermione, no, Ron didn't talk to him anymore.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I could wait, but I guess I can't accept being talked about by your friends."

Ola thought, maybe this is the golden boy's self-esteem: "Okay."

She watched him, and after flying into Hogwarts, the bright lights shone into their faces, and Ola could clearly see the wet patch on his back.

"Borrow your wand," Ola said, taking his wand, "it's as warm as ever."

Other people's wands don't work as well.

Harry's back was dry enough, but still wet.

She looked up, "You better go back and change your clothes, your wand doesn't work that well for me."

Orla's clothes were dry.

Harry tried his best to suppress the tingling sensation in his palm that was rubbed by her.He looked at her back as she walked forward, and stammered to stop her: "Well, Ola, do you want to know what the test questions for the first level are?"

This worked.

Aura turned her head and said eagerly: "No, don't tell me, it won't be fresh."

She knew that one of the traditions of the Triwizard Tournament was cheating.

But that doesn't mean she wants to hear it.

Looking at her expression, Harry just felt sad that he had said a stupid idea.

"Take a good rest," she comforted. "Although many people are questioning you now, you have to put all your thoughts on the first level. After the first level is over, many people will understand you."

Ola knew that everyone at Hogwarts was questioning how he had voted in.

But his performance was nothing like that.

"Goodbye."

"Ola!"

He stopped her again, and Ola turned away impatiently.

"I mean," said Harry anyway, "you can believe I didn't do such a stupid thing as vote for the Goblet of Fire."

"Or else?" She raised her eyebrows.

After Ola finished speaking, she left without paying attention to his expression.Because the eighth floor is a bit high, there is still some distance to go back to her own cellar. Ola needs to return to the lounge safely and unimpeded after the curfew.

Just stepped into the lounge, a voice came——

"Why do you always come back so late recently?"

Draco sat on the sofa, looking at her coldly.

It can't be said that he was there alone, because many Slytherin classmates sat in front of the sofa, surrounded by the person sitting in the middle, and Draco in the middle was flipping through the ancient magic script while reading the book very skillfully. Make a potion.

At first glance, this is his idea.

"Go to the kitchen for some snacks," she said without hesitation, "but you, little prince of potion, what are you doing?"

Draco's tone was much better: "I thought it was something Zabini liked to do. We're making badges to celebrate our Hogwarts heroes."

Zabini snorted angrily.

Aura came over suspiciously, almost stepped on Goyle's robe, she didn't believe he had such kindness.

He cast a spell and held up the badge.

It's a brown badge with little badgers next to it, full of Hufflepuff elements, and it says 'Cedric is a real warrior', and Ola has to marvel at the artistry.

Immediately afterwards, this beautiful badge became extremely disgusting-Potter stinks.

She frowned in disgust, but quickly let go.

"First of all, I think it's very artistic," Ola asked. "Who's the art director? Pansy?"

Zabini looked at her dissatisfied: "Pansy fell asleep a long time ago."

Ola exaggerated: "Oh, you are such a genius, what you do is so beautiful. But if you make this badge and have this idea, I have to say it is a bit naive."

Draco was like a white peacock whose fur had been trampled on: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Ola looked at him innocently. "I just think it's a little too naive. This kind of behavior is simply discrediting our other warriors in front of other schools, and indirectly discrediting Hogwarts."

Let's just give up, Harry should be pissed off when he sees this, he won't be able to get up and pass the first level.

Draco looked at the badge with great confusion.

Zabini suddenly said, "That's right, Draco, think about it, we only put Cedric on the badge, something like this is more shocking than some stinky shit, it means we didn't put Potter on it at all. in the eyes."

"Good idea," he cheered, "it's definitely better than just insulting."

Draco waved his wand, and the grimoire kept flipping, he was thinking of some spell to remove that side.

But within a few seconds, Ola went back to the room to fetch the magic spell, recited a spell familiarly, and the badge became the one it was at the beginning.

"Sure enough, it depends on our magic little princess," Draco closed the book, "Do me a favor and make more badges, and our three silver coins can be sold. I don't believe it. Such a low price is not enough. Bought to support our true warriors."

Ola felt that Weasley might not be able to pay the money.

Seeing that these boys couldn't move, she sighed helplessly in her heart, and decided to do this favor for her friends.

She casts a spell: "Copy to double."

Those badges began to reproduce immediately, and within a few seconds, they were lying on the ground like a large pile of cockroaches.

"Have a good night," Ola chuckled, "bye."

Her back lightly disappeared.

Draco could only resign himself to taking out his wand and let the badges on the ground float up. These things almost caused Theodore who had just entered to be crushed to death.

"What are you doing?" He frowned, "I knew I wouldn't bring you snacks in."

Draco quickly cast a Levitating Charm.

He said: "Why don't you come with Ola, now our work is almost done."

Theodore frowned puzzled.

After a while, what he said was extremely puzzled: "I didn't see Ola in the kitchen."

The next day, Ola still got up from her warm little bed, listening to Pansy worrying about her suitor every day, and worrying about her dance partner by the way.

She combed her hair, and finally it took four or 10 minutes to get out the door.

It was early, and Pansy needed to get up at least two hours early to get dressed.

School is still like this, eating breakfast and going to class.But for these pure-blood family students who knew the content of the Triwizard Tournament, the warriors have already come out, and the dance partner is the highlight.

"Harry Potter's Secret Love Story," Pansy complained, "this thing again, what's so interesting about it, I'm not curious about the Savior's feelings, how can he be more handsome than those seniors?"

Like Cedric.

Ora peeked at the Hufflepuff table, where Cedric was sitting, but, uncharacteristically, tried to strike up a conversation with Cho from Ravenclaw.

"Qiu is really popular," Ola said, "I noticed that Veela is not as popular as her now."

Because Furong is too high and cold.

She sat at the table coldly and arrogantly, and didn't even talk to girls because she rejected everyone except her own sister Gabriel.

But, Cho's welcome didn't have to be on her own, because Ola had sent her a bottle of Felicia.

But Qiu wouldn't take Felicia Elixir every day as a panacea.

Drug Queen?

Ola couldn't help laughing.

The two of them ate something and went to class.

After electives, Draco hurried over, leaving all the badge sales to Goyle and Crabbe - Ola suspected that he might not want to sell the badges.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "You left your badge alone?"

Draco's expression was a bit tangled: "Ola, you, what were you doing yesterday? Your brother asked me."

Ola thought about it carefully, she was very careful every time she did things.

"Well, I'm in a place he took me to," Ola said. "I was a little sad yesterday, so I went to that place and stayed all afternoon, and it was late at night when I came out. I can tell my brother the reason."

Draco blushed: "Actually, this is not your brother, this is what I want to ask..."

"Draco!" she said through gritted teeth, "you're such a badass."

Ola should have thought of it a long time ago. Alan is either preparing for the exams that will come in the seventh grade every day, or getting tired of his girlfriend. His new girlfriend is really clingy.

She led them to avoid this stairwell and go in other directions.

Because Granger was always guarding the Gryffindors here and asked to join an organization, SPEW, Ola thought, how disgusting this organization is, it makes people vomit every day.

Draco lowered his voice: "You know what this event is, a fire dragon—"

"I don't want to hear it," Ola yelled, "don't tell me—"

"Okay." He huffed, "I really want to know how Potter got through."

Aura said coldly: "You should know soon."

Because it was only a few days away, and when the first level came, Draco paid for the latest binoculars and gave them to six of his friends—they made a lot of money by selling badges as soon as they saw it.

Pan Xi said: "Uncle Malfoy should be very happy, you have completely inherited his business talent."

Draco curled his lower lip proudly.

"Don't say that," Ola said, "Goyle and Crabbe are also good. They helped Draco sell them. Of course, this still has something to do with Draco's products."

Just that Harry must be sad.

She looked into the binoculars and remembered his whereabouts these days. He had been flying around the Quidditch field, or hiding in the classroom with Granger to practice spells.

If she didn't know who Granger liked, she doubted that they would become a couple.

Thinking of it this way, Ola still has some taste.

She doesn't like Potter very much, but she has a feeling of displeasure. Maybe for the romance novels that girls read, generally the man repents and then becomes affectionate is the correct plot.

But this is reality.

"Wait for me," Ola said suddenly, "I remembered that the camera I ordered is downstairs."

After she finished speaking, she ran down, and then carefully threw the paper folded into an origami crane into the contestant's tent. When the bird lightly hit the innocent little contestant's head, Ola chuckled.

Harry just tore off the paper crane and looked for it angrily, only to see Ola who was smiling.

congratulations on your success

——AA

But then, Harry opened his eyes wide, and the ball of paper burned silently by itself.

Only ashes remain.

"Harry!" Hermione's anxious voice sounded, "I wish you success."

He raised his head in a daze and nodded at her. Mr. Bagman started drawing lots. Hermione left after speaking, and only those warriors were left in the tent.

Harry stared blankly, first Cedric, then Fleur, then Krum, he was the last one.

"Excellent!" said Buckman. "Cedric!"

There are cheers outside.

Ola held the camera, and was mocked by Draco at first, but in the end, he became the one who wanted to hold the camera the most, and took pictures of every place in novelty.

"Stop taking pictures," she said.

Draco said indifferently: "Just treat me as three galleons and buy this for an hour."

Ola was speechless.

"Oh," asked Theodore, "how old is it?"

Pansy scolded him: "It should be almost there—"

"Let us please—" Mr. Bagman's loud voice resounded in the hall, "Mr. Harry Potter!"

Draco excitedly raised the camera, as if he wanted to capture the ugliest moment of Mr. Savior, Pansy also put down the mirror, and even Theodore stopped reading.

Harry was at the bottom, walking past the bushes and through a gap in the field fence.

He was breathing heavily. There were tens of thousands of people in the stands, and Ola must be there too. If he made such a fool in public...

Harry exhaled.

He firmly raised his wand: "The fire crossbow/arrow is coming!"

"What's he doing?" Draco cursed. "This isn't a Quidditch match."

With a whoosh, the firebolt/arrow flew from the air of the castle, and he rode on the broom and returned to the place where he was like a fish in water.

The shouts and faces of those people were not worth mentioning. The Hungarian Horntail was chasing after him, spouting fire from time to time, which made the judge let out a gasp.

Harry was looking for nothing but the golden egg, just as countless races had looked for the tiny golden snitch.

It was the only thing he was comfortable with.

At this point, it had become a completely different Quidditch match.

"My God, he can fly!" Bagman shouted -- the audience screamed and gasped. "Did you see that, Mr. Kroom?"

The audience held binoculars and watched him intently, as if this was an ordinary Quidditch match.

Harry happily rode the broom, flying recklessly in the sky. In this vast sky, everyone had nothing to do with him. In the wind, he was the only overlord.

His black hair fluttered in the wind, but it didn't block his view.

The golden egg glistened in its lime-gray companion, nestled between the dragon's forelegs.

He squinted, the Hungarian Horntail staring behind him.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Harry spun the broom and made a turn, but the Hungarian Horntail's tail almost knocked him down, but fortunately Wood had taught him this, and he descended and flew away immediately.

After a few back and forth, even the Hungarian Horntail became impatient, because Harry kept teasing him in circles.

Just suddenly, the golden egg disappeared out of thin air.

When people reacted and started yelling and the stands were screaming and applauding, the sound was deafening, just like the Irish supporters at the World Cup -

Holding the golden egg high, Harry smiled confidently at the stands.

"Look!" cried Mr. Bagman, "our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest!"

Ola sat in the stands, a hot current poured into her heart.

It's like watching him play in second grade again.

"This is my dance partner." Ola couldn't help clapping.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, Draco caught this sentence accurately. He turned his head, his cold eyes were very angry: "Ola, you want to go to the dance with him?"