[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola snorted reluctantly: "Let's go."

He bent down, as if he wanted to kiss her, but Ola hated him for seeing it early and kept avoiding him.

When they put on the invisibility cloak, Harry said to her, "Tell me, does Rita Skeeter know this kind of spell? She knows, and she knows what kind of person Hagrid is."

He was ashamed to say it was a giant.

"Impossible," Ola lazily interrupted him, ""Basic Principles of Spells" said that invisibility spells cannot last for more than half an hour. She may be practicing some more advanced spells, such as multiple spells, Or Agnimus, or stacking spells."

Harry pulled the roof down to Honeydukes and went down into the cellar, and Aurora held out his hand to pull him up.

When Ola climbed up, his blue eyes naturally stopped on her waist, leading her up completely, he pursed his lips, and looked away, his cheeks were burning.

"If that woman has this ability, she won't just be a reporter," he said firmly. "I'm sure she found out by some trick, or Hagrid accidentally said it."

Like in first grade.

Aura pondered for a few seconds: "But this is a terrible thing, and I shouldn't say it easily. I'm more inclined that she has learned some kind of spell, such as Agnimus."

They walked out the door together, and when the door opened, Ola got into his invisibility cloak, and a scent of fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose.

It wasn't until the light came in that Ola noticed that her boyfriend was finally not wearing outdated clothes, hair that looked like it had been blown by the wind for hundreds of years, or the occasional shoe that was about to come out of the glue, but well-dressed and his hair combed. More tidy, like a normal person.

Great, he finally knows how to tidy himself up.

Harry naturally took her hand and led her out.

"Ola, can you accompany me to find Hagrid," he said, "I want to comfort him."

She nodded and followed him around Hogsmeade stupidly, a big guy like Hagrid was definitely recognizable at a glance.

Finally, Harry lowered his head and said, "Not at all."

"Maybe he doesn't want to touch you," Ola comforted. "Maybe he doesn't know that you don't care about being called a giant. He is afraid that you will hurt his heart."

He frowned angrily, "Actually, except for those who opposed Dumbledore, who would care, such as Lucius?"

"In fact, many people don't like Dumbledore," Ola explained to him, "For example, those who worship Grindelwald in Europe, in the UK, except for the Minister of Magic Fudge and those who work for the mysterious people, probably I adore Dumbledore."

Harry held her hand, his brows twitched: "Fudge? I have a pretty good impression of him."

"Him?" She sneered, "He is a person with a strong desire for power. Every day he suspects that Dumbledore is going to steal his position as the Minister of Magic. My father Alto scolds him every day at home, saying that Fudge is just like our Norwegian Minister. Oops."

He was amused by her adjective, and the two of them stepped on the snowy place, leaving bumpy footprints.

Aura was not convinced that his footprints were deeper than hers, so she jumped up and down desperately, and the snow under the eaves was covered by her movements, causing thick white snow to fall on their shoulders. It is estimated that in the eyes of outsiders, these Snow stopped in the air strangely.

Harry downcast and smiled.

"Fudge is an idiot," she muttered. "If my dad was British, he would never be promoted in his life, because he likes those strange creatures more than Hagrid. Fortunately, he didn't leave a psychological shadow on his daughter."

Because she used to be at Malfoy Manor.

Harry shook his shoulders, and all the snow fell.

"Let's go," he squeezed Ola's cold hand, "let's sit at the Three Broomsticks, it's too cold."

Ola opened her mouth, she wanted to go to Madame Puddiffe's teahouse - it's a place where couples go, and the decoration is full of romantic taste.

But what did she say, hi Harry, let's go to Mrs. Puddiffe's tea and kiss.

Too stupid.

she thinks.

Harry took her into the three broomsticks without realizing it, and before entering the door, he immediately came out of the invisibility cloak, and then Ola took his hand, which seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked. "Is butter beer okay?"

Ola drew yes on the palm of his hand, and Harry froze in her direction for a second, opened his mouth and quickly closed it.

Don't be stupid, Harry.He told himself that this wasn't about going out with Ron and Hermione and asking them to come up with the money and pay for it when he knew what they were eating.

This is my girlfriend.

Harry had to pretend to double check, "Two butterbeers, right?"

Ola got impatient and tugged at his sleeve frantically.

He had to say a few nice words, then walked inside with the money bag, and said to Ms. Rosmerta, "Give me two butterbeers, please."

"Oh, isn't it Mr. Potter?" Ms. Rosmerta narrowed her eyes in surprise, "You are the smallest warrior, and your appetite is different from others, but you will get drunk if you drink two glasses, will it affect you? Your performance in the game."

Thanks to her, half the tavern was looking at her.

"Two butterbeers," he insisted.

Ms. Rosmerta, still wiping her glass, pursed her lips as if she did not agree with this behavior.

"No," she said, "you'd better take your time and have a glass of butterbeer first."

Harry continued to struggle: "I came with someone else."

Ms. Rosmerta glanced back. There was nothing behind him. She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction: "One cup, what if something happens to you here?"

"Then change to something else, a butterbeer, a glass of something else." Harry struggled, "Can I?"

Ms. Rosmerta was still wiping her glass, as if she didn't care what he said.

In the end, the clerk only gave him a glass of butter beer. Harry held a glass of butter beer in despair.

"Drink first," he whispered, "Where shall we sit?"

In the end, they sat in the far corner.

Olla was sitting next to him, and Harry was about to shove a butterbeer in his hand without anyone noticing.

"Harry?"

His hand stopped.

Harry turned his head and saw Mr. Bagman and a group of goblins walking in, and the baby face sat up with a smile.

He hesitated and asked, "Mr. Bagman? Is there any question?"

"Harry, I'd like to congratulate you again on your excellent performance against that Horntail," said Bagman. "It was brilliant!"

Harry nodded, "Thank you."

Nobody would sit down for something like that.

Sure enough, Bagman glanced at the goblins and lowered his voice: "It's definitely a nightmare. They don't speak English well. It's like going back to the Quidditch World Cup again, entangled with those Bulgarians... ...but at least the Bulgarians can make gestures to make it understandable. These guys keep gurgling and speaking their Turkey dialect... and I only know one word of Turkey dialect. Bradva, It means 'knife, sword'. I don't want to use this word, lest they think I'm threatening them."

He gave a low, short laugh.

"What do they want?" Harry asked.

Bagman suddenly looked tense, "They...um...they're looking for Barty Crouch."

"Why come here for him?" Harry frowned. "He's in the Ministry of Magic in Lundon, isn't he?"

"Well... I don't know where he is, to be honest," Bagman said. "He...he stopped coming to work suddenly. It's been two weeks now. His assistant, young Perry Sy says he's sick. Seems like he keeps sending owls for instructions. Don't tell anyone about that, though, will you, Harry? Because Rita Skeeter asks everywhere, and I I bet she'd add to Barty's illness and make it a catastrophic event. She'd probably say he disappeared like Bertha Jorkins."

"Any news from Bertha Jorkins?" Harry asked.

Bagman shook his head, "No, but we have already sent someone to look for it. The thing is very strange, her whereabouts are very strange, and she doesn't seem like the kind of person who runs around."

He glanced at the people around him vigilantly, and lowered his voice extremely low: "How is your research on that golden egg going?"

"It's fine." Harry said dishonestly.

Ola sat alone in the corner, sweating from the invisibility cloak. The glass of butter beer that melted in her mouth was placed on the table, and she stared blankly at her.

Then Harry chatted with Bagman unconsciously, and took a sip of the butter beer.

After he finished drinking, Ola kicked him too.

Harry bent down and gave her calf a push too.

"Harry," Bagman looked at him, "it's nothing, you should still want to know what this word is?"

He shook his head.

"We're supposed to solve the mystery alone, aren't we?" said Harry, trying to sound casual so as not to sound like he was accusing the Head of the Department of Magical Sports of breaking the rules.

Bagman was impatient, "Don't be silly, Harry, don't we all want Hogwarts to win the championship in one fell swoop?"

"Did you help Cedric, too?" he asked pointedly.

Bagman frowned slightly on his smooth face: "No, as I said just now, I have a good impression of you. I just want to give you..."

"Thank you then," he said indifferently, "I think I have studied the golden egg almost well, and the truth will come to light in one day."

Bagman gave Harry one last disappointed look, and went out with the goblins.

Only then did Harry lower his head and grinned and asked, "Do you want any more drinks?"

"I'm about to be smothered to death," Ola's voice sounded, "I don't even know when you were so popular, but the director of the sports department actually revealed the information to you. Are you the beautiful Mrs. Zabini?"

Harry raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"She was married seven times."

He stared helplessly at the butter beer, "Stop talking about it, let me get you a new glass of beer, okay?"

"Forget it," a pair of white and slender hands emerged from under the table, "give me a drink first."

Harry glanced around and quickly stuffed the glass of beer into it. He sat so close to her that he could almost hear the sound of her gulping beer. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when she handed it out again, The beer in the glass was half off.

There is also a freshly baked red lip print on it.

He swallowed.

"What Mr. Bagman just said," Harry tried to accost her, "what do you think?"

Ola propped up his chin thoughtfully, thinking hard.

"Harry!" someone called him again.

He turned his head and found that it was George who was smiling.

Harry sighed, "Are you alone?"

"Fred was dating someone else," George said with a grin. "I was out with little Ronnie and Hermione."

His friends were sipping butterbeer and waving to him.

Harry picked up the cup on the table in a panic, took a few sips quickly pressing his lips, and waved after them.

Ola squeezed his hand nervously.

George patted his shoulder: "What's the matter, why don't you sit with them?"

"I-I think," said Harry quickly, "I want Ron and Hermione to be alone a little longer."

George's smile suddenly deepened.

He sympathized: "Then I understand how you feel."

He picked up his wand, and suddenly screamed at Bagman, who was talking to the goblins, thinking his ass was on fire.The goblins shouted cursing, and the whole tavern was in a panic. Harry took Ola and ran out.

It's all snow outside.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked her. "It's full of acquaintances."

Aura could get revenge now, she punched and kicked him in the invisibility cloak, pulled and pulled, and finally pressed on his back exhaustedly, Harry's face turned red in an instant.

"Go to Madame Puddife's teahouse," she smiled, "and drink some milk."

Harry snorted, and dragged her to the teahouse. Ola was dragged well by him, but her foot was touched by the steps passing the door.

She burst into tears from the pain.

Harry heard her cry, and then walked inside holding her hand again: "Two cups of hot milk, thank you."

Madame Puddife's teahouse is much better than the Three Broomsticks. Not only is the food served quickly, but there is even a private room in the innermost part.Harry admired the ghostly symbols drawn by the wizard for a while at the door, then slipped in.

Before she went in, she saw Roger Davis and a girl walking here too.

Is it Hibiscus?

Her heart leaped for joy.

Aura took off the invisibility cloak at this time, her hair was stained with sweat on her face, looking embarrassed and beautiful.She looked at Harry and smiled confidently: "Am I pretty?"

Harry looked straight at her, his brain twitching. "You're heavier than two Quaffles."

Her smile disappeared instantly.

"No, that's not what I meant," he tried desperately, "I mean, well, I mean, Ola, you're beautiful, you're more attractive than a Quaffle."

Aura looked at him coldly, "Are you a Chaser?"

"No," he sat down and looked at her with the most sincere eyes, "don't be angry, okay, Ola, it's so hard for us to meet, and the class is usually full, there is no place for us to meet, so we finally found a place and You're alone, and there's no way we're dating in the Gryffindor lounge."

She snorted coldly: "If you like, you can come to the Slytherin lounge."

"Does your friend know about us?" Harry asked.

He held her hand flatteringly.

Ola shook her head: "Even Pansy doesn't know."

"I didn't tell them either," he said, "because you don't want people to know, and to be honest, it's the first time I've kept anything from them."

He lowered his eyes, his green eyes gently staring at her hand.

Ola couldn't bear to scold him now.

She drank some of the milk on the table: "I know, it's hard to hide from friends, but people always have secrets. Oh, it's getting late, last time Pansy was a little later than the time on the clock. "

Ola stood up immediately.

Harry sighed, and had to crawl into the Invisibility Cloak to accompany her.

He held her hand: "Are you out on Valentine's Day?"

"Have you finished your golden egg?" Ola asked him first, "No, you will finish your second project in a few days after Valentine's Day, so don't let me delay you."

Harry's heart was heavy, he could not wait to turn his head and ask Bagman to solve the riddle.

He said bluntly: "Actually, I've almost done it."

"You can ask Sirius," Ola smiled without revealing, "he is a very interesting godfather."

The two of them wandered the streets and walked back when there were least people.Filch stood fiercely at the door, ready to search the students, but the two of them were wearing invisibility cloaks.

Ora blew all around the poor old man so that he thought there were mosquitoes in winter.

The two held hands, and didn't laugh together until they ran away.

They ran to Hogwarts together, Harry accompanied her on the way to the Slytherin lounge, when she was about to go in completely, he suddenly said: "Ola, you, did you forget something? "

Aura looked at him blankly: "What?"

Harry was a little disappointed, he whimpered and reminded her: "You forgot?"

His emerald eyes were illuminated by the lake outside the window, dark and charming.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ola said with innocent eyes, "it might be something unnecessary."

Harry pursed his lips in displeasure, and he looked at her resentfully: "That's, oh, that's..."

"Kissing?" She raised an eyebrow.

He bent down and looked at her carefully.Aura looked back boldly, and he tapped her lips in reassurance. Her arm was put on his shoulder, and the feeling of being quickly shocked by the electric shock swept her whole body again. She lay in his arms and let him touching.

"Sit back in the Divination class," he whispered, "There's a class with Slytherins on February [-]th."

Aura kissed his face all over her lips.

The two were scrambling in front of the Slytherin lounge, and Ola felt that the snake on the doorknob was watching them.

"Have you marked out all the classes?"

Harry's jaw twitched on her shoulder, "Yeah, I've got my whole class with Slytherin on my lap."

When he heard Millicent's voice, Ola sneaked out from the cloak.Harry hurried back to Gryffindor Tower wearing the Invisibility Cloak, closing the door behind him with a smirk.

"Harry!" A determined voice came from the sofa.

Hermione folded her hands, "Come out."

Harry touched his face, making sure that the lip prints hadn't been wiped off before they appeared: "What's wrong?"

Hermione's face was a little red, she took a deep breath, but said nothing.

Harry's heart sank to the bottom of the lake, Hermione has always been very smart, she has been No.1 from the first grade to now, and she contributed a lot to his first level, if she finds out about him and Ola... …

He's screwed.

But there is no way, Ola asked not to tell anyone...

Hermione made up her mind, and his heart skipped a beat: "Harry, did Ron tell you that he wanted to be alone with me?"

"what?"