[hp] Pride and Prejudice

His eyes were sharp, which displeased Ola.

"What's wrong?" She raised her eyebrows, "Can't you?"

Draco's gray-blue eyes were full of anger, "I mean, I mean, how can you talk to someone from Gryffindor, he's still Dumbledore's baby boy, how can you—"

Theodore put an ear plug on them just in time.

Ola sneered: "Why not, it's not all from Hogwarts, and other schools don't say anything. In their eyes, Hogwarts is the same, and my fiancé won't say anything. "

It may also be that Alan stopped him and refused to say anything.

He was very angry, and finally said bitterly: "What about Slytherin? Have you ever thought that Slytherin will isolate you?"

"Don't I still have you?" Ola said confidently, "I have you enough."

Draco's gray eyes were hazy, and he trembled suddenly, as if surprised by this sentence.

"But, but you have to think about our college," he stammered, "We have been unfriendly to Gryffindors for many years, and those families who have hatred against Gryffindors, what if they harm you ..."

Ola said arrogantly: "But Potter invited me, am I sorry for him if I don't go?"

"Are you going when someone invites you?" He became mean again, "Golden boy, this name is really big. Why, you are going when I invite you?"

Ola frowned, she watched Draco staring at her intently, almost expecting an answer.

"Of course," she said, "but Harry has already invited me, and I can't refuse him."

Draco nodded angrily, "Harry, that's great, you've exchanged your Christian names now, what's next? Falling in love, getting married?"

"What's the matter?" Ola frowned, "It's just a name, I still call Dumbledore Albus."

The two of them quarreled more fiercely with each other, until Karkaroff finished scoring Harry with his wand. The two were still arguing, and finally Theodore had to give them all the way. curse.

Draco yelled angrily, talking about bloodlines, colleges, and saying that the halo of the savior made a girl from a pure-blood family like Ola degenerate, and they were not surprised at all.

As far as Ola is concerned, she has forgiven Draco too many times.

She had already made up her mind not to forgive him.

Although Draco was really nice to her.

However, she was tired of forgiving him and then having fun together.

Finally, in the living room, Draco's pale face flushed with anger, and he walked straight into the bedroom, kicking over the vase on the floor before leaving.

Ola snorted coldly and went to the library to catch up on her papers.

When it was time for dinner, before Draco could forgive her, Ola was eating some mashed potatoes, when he suddenly said to Pansy, "Pansy, sit down, we don't want to be with traitors."

Pansy was puzzled: "What?"

"Sit down," Draco ordered awkwardly, "Come on, Pansy."

Pan Xi frowned: "I don't want it, how naive."

She looked around and said.

"Goodbye then," he said angrily, "Parkinson."

Ola refused to look at him, but she could hear the voice clearly.

She deliberately loudly said: "Come on, Pansy, let's not be with Malfoy, let's go find Ellen."

Pansy sighed, seeming to think her friends were immature.

Immediately afterwards, they sat among Alan's friends. The people sitting here were all seniors, and the discussions were more mature, such as exams and competitions.

"Why did you come here?" Allen asked with his head down, "Aren't you with Draco and the others?"

Ola sighed.

But she obviously didn't have time to talk, because Vasily finally found a chance to get along with her.

Vasily was a little embarrassed, "Ola, can I call you that?"

"No," she said ignoring him, "call me Egil."

Vasily said helplessly: "Okay, Egil, can I ask you to the dance?"

"No," Ola continued, "Although we are a fiancée, please forgive me, I have other candidates."

He didn't smile, and looked gloomy: "I think it has something to do with your brother. We are obviously a fiancee, but we don't have much chance to get along, so the relationship is normal."

Vasily doesn't look easy to get along with.

Ola thought indifferently. A few days after entering Hogwarts, Alto told her that Karkaroff had betrayed the Mysterious Man. He thought carefully about what the Mysterious Man would do, and he thought his previous behavior was a coma Head, my own daughter will not marry such a person.

A few days later, it was said that Karkarov would gain power and asked them to join Vasily.

Later, he stopped sending letters.

Aalto made up his mind to keep them out of this muddy water.

He also wrote that they might not go to Hogwarts anymore.

Ola felt that she didn't know if the mysterious man had lost his mind, but she was sure that Artau was, and he always explained it one day at a time.

"After all, you have to keep a distance before marriage," Allen said. "Ola will always be with you. Before you, she should enjoy the feeling of getting along with others."

Vasily said coldly: "For example, that kid from the Malfoy family, Ola, are you going to go with him?"

"Guess." Ola lazily said, "I'm done eating, brother."

She went straight away.

But she walked slowly, watching from time to time at the Gryffindor table, where Harry was eating a treacle pie, his favorite.He didn't see until Ola stood back and blinked at him three times.

"Karkaroff is probably a Death Eater, that's why he gave Harry such a low score, and he put the ticket in the Goblet of Fire to hurt Harry..."

"Didn't Sirius give you a double-sided mirror?" Hermione said suddenly, "You can ask him..."

"Sorry, I'm full." Harry stood up hastily.

He didn't want to think about Karkaroff and Death Eaters anymore. Not only did he pass the first level smoothly, but he also reconciled with Ron, who had been in a tantrum for a long time.

If Ola agrees to go on a date with him again...

Well, this was Harry's happiest day, the same as the day Sirius was cleared and became his godfather.

"Ola." He called out, and when she turned her head, he stroked his hair in embarrassment.

"Harry," she asked, frowning, "do you have a dress? Do you want me to buy one?"

She looked at the clothes on him. Harry had grown almost an inch, and his robes looked a little too small for him, leaving a large chunk at his ankles.

At first glance, this dress is from the third grade.

Won't he go shopping for new clothes?

Ola used to think that maybe the Potter family didn't have much money, and Harry didn't buy new clothes to save money.Later, she thought, it should be that Blake was too careless and had little experience in taking care of children.

Now, she thought Harry was just pure slob.

Rather than leaving it to him, it would be better to let Ola come. Of course, if it was Draco, she wouldn't have to worry about it.

Harry scratched his head: "Sirius asked Mrs. Weasley to pick one out for me."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Aura's eyes were a little dim.

"Of course," he remedied, "you can buy it if you want."

But Harry felt that she was still in an inexplicable mood, so he asked, "Did something happen to you? It's okay, you can tell me."

"My friend and I had a quarrel." She said irritably, "Every time I quarrel, I have to forgive him. He is really annoying."

he?Harry thought of Malfoy almost immediately.

He couldn't even think of why Ola became friends with him. There was a reason in the first and second grades. They were all the same kind of people, but now that Ola didn't care about those things anymore, how could they play together?

Harry opened his mouth. He wanted to say that was the right thing to say, but when he thought about it, it was too mean.

"But among friends, there must always be someone who learns to forgive and make concessions," he thought of Ron. "You are good friends, and he also needs to realize his mistakes."

Ola sighed, not seeming to be getting any better.

He is not very good at persuading people, so he pointed to the sky: "Why don't you fly around outside?"

At this moment, Harry suddenly thought of Ola Egil a few days ago.

At that time, she was still flying well in the sky, and happily threw water on his back. At that time, she also felt that Harry had a feeling of embarrassment.

Aura shook her head, "Forget it, you go back and prepare well, and solve the puzzle of the second level by the way, you will prepare well for the dance then."

Harry was delighted at the thought, and walked back almost blissfully.

"Oh, Harry, did West Ham win?" asked Ron. "Why do you look so happy?"

His face was almost too hot to speak: "I've found my Yule Ball date."

Ron exclaimed, "Is there a dance?"

"Wait, I mentioned in "The Magical World of the Fourteenth Century" that the Triwizard Tournament requires warriors to dance," Hermione said, "but I haven't thought about whether this is true, where did you get it?" news?"

Harry shrugged: "I think that's why they asked us to prepare the robes. It's impossible for us to send the guests off."

But this incident didn't cause much trouble, because Hermione was chattering about guessing who it was, and Ron's eyes were blank, and he looked at the Ravenclaw table frequently, as if he wanted to invite someone.

Even Harry wondered what would happen to Orla, but he couldn't imagine it at all, because Orla was a weird person, and she often thought about it.

Hermione was furious: "You don't listen!"

He and Ron went back shoulder to shoulder, and couldn't wait to open the double-sided mirror to chat with Sirius. After talking about today's fire dragon, he mentioned a few more things about the dance.

Sirius squinted, "Is that the chick from Slytherin?"

"Well," he tried to control himself, "yes."

Sirius supported his chin and laughed: "Won't you think that my godson is so good, and you like to be against you?"

"Sirius!" Harry retorted, "she's actually quite a nice person, and she doesn't fight me every day."

Sirius teased his godson, and finally said slowly: "Do you want to get a magic weapon, after you get it, you will definitely make her fall in love with you."

"What is it?" he asked.

Sirius smiled like a child: "It looks like me."

"Sirius!"

In the end, he mailed Harry a copy of "No. 12 Ways to Bewitch Witches", and Harry opened the first chapter-doing his best to praise her and find a way to have physical contact with her.

But a few days before the prom, he still had little chance to touch Ola.

Either she was sulking with Malfoy, or she was chattering with Pansy like she couldn't finish the conversation.