[hp] Pride and Prejudice

When Ola woke up, it was dusk, and her mind was befuddled.

The setting sun in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun.

She packed up the book and walked out the door.

The blue-eyed boy looked at her quietly outside, his eyes were like a pool of water, very complicated.

Ola looked left and right, "Harry, have you found a way to be underwater?"

"Well," he said indifferently, as if he didn't want to say more, "you don't need to get involved in this matter, goodbye."

Harry left without saying a word, leaving only his tall and thin back in the huge corridor.

He is always like this, he doesn't want to say anything while talking, and wants others to understand what he means.

But Aura can't guess out of thin air?

She was somewhat resentful.

So, in the next few days, Aura squatted in the kitchen making chocolates except for training. Unfortunately, she really didn't have any talent. When she was approaching the second project, she made a barely edible chocolate hastily.

Of course, she also added a little seasoning.

On the day of the second project, Pansy yawned and rushed to the cold black lake with her.

Draco frowned and cast a warming spell on them, "I don't know how Sai Fang did it to bring us here."

She opened her hand, about to yawn too, when Draco grabbed her fingers.

"What's going on?" Draco asked, "Why have your fingers been bruised lately?"

Ola hesitated and said: "It may be that I have played too much ball recently."

It's really just a small scar from a burn.

"I've already taken the medicine, but the effect is slower." She remedied. "Can you stop holding my hand?"

He let out an oh, and belatedly let go of his hand, the tips of his ears were still a little hot.

Ola returned his gaze to the stands.

The weather is getting colder, but the three warriors are standing on the diving platform in swimsuits.

She looked at her watch worriedly, and realized that it was almost 10 minutes before the game.

When the countdown started, her warrior was long overdue, her eyes flashed with bewildered determination, a few friends blessed him, and then Mr. Bagman's voice sounded: "Listen everyone, our warrior has passed away. On your marks!"

Harry's eyes met hers, and he pursed his lips in displeasure for a moment, his green eyes staring at the lake.

"...I counted to three. One-two-three!"

With a bang, all the warriors jumped into the water, and there was a huge wave rippling on the lake.

This Triwizard Tournament, except for the casting and the ball, completely lost sight of Ola.Because they didn't participate in these projects, and they couldn't see the status of the competition.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Ola finally felt bored.

"I don't want to watch games anymore," she complained. "It's so boring."

Draco hummed.

Crabbe's huge body suddenly came over: "Draco, here, the ointment."

"Ola," he held the ointment and tilted his head, "Take it here, you really are, usually such a precious hand, this time you are careless."

Ola smiled mischievously.

Draco lowered his eyes, held her delicate hand, and began to rub her the medicine slowly.

He whispered: "Malfoy's product is definitely a hundred times better than other potions, and you'll be fine soon after you apply it."

Ola just stared at the lake.

Draco was not angry either, he was actually very careful, and he would concentrate on everything he did, otherwise his Potions class performance would not have been among the top in the whole year.

His fingers were very slender, and he patiently applied the medicine to her.

"Draco," she told him without turning her face, "I think you are very suitable to be a healer at St. Mungo's."

Draco pursed his lips.

"Fleur Delacour is out!"

Ola sat up straight, stretched her neck as far as she could to look down, and felt a little secretly happy when she saw that the big beauty had nothing to gain.She didn't laugh at her, but was a little happy for others.

... Well, just glad that she has no strength.

Cho and Cedric also went ashore.

Bagman's voice hangs overhead: "Very well, the hour is over."

After a long time, Krum also came up.

Did not bring others.

But what about Harry?

When he finished speaking, a black head appeared on the surface of the lake. He also brought a little silver girl and a red-haired boy with him. They woke up as soon as they landed, and Harry carried the little girl ashore tiredly.

Ola was a little disappointed, but she also felt very lucky, because Harry was only 14 years old, and now this level is already very high.

People safe is good.

Everyone around him cheered for him, and many girls screamed for him.

Mr. Bagman was conferring with some of the referees, and Harry had just sent the silver-haired girl up.

When he landed, the two friends rushed to cover him with a blanket, while Fleur ran over with her wavy silver hair, gave Harry a French-style veneer kiss on Harry's fair and clean face.

Ola's smile froze, and she looked at Harry nervously.

Harry came to his senses quickly, quickly kissed Fleur twice on the cheek, and gave her a kiss-to-cheek gift.

There were still a few drops of water stuck to her face.

Fu Rong looked at him with some surprise, then covered her lips and smiled coquettishly.

The diving platform is too far from the stands.

Ola's face was so anxious that she couldn't see Harry's expression clearly.

"Draco," Ola let go, "I suddenly remembered that I had a bet with Gryffindor."

She's going to be pissed.

She didn't wait for Draco to ask what she was, and ran straight into the Gryffindor crowd, and accurately caught Colin who was about to run to the diving platform, and he was about to charge into the crowd with a camera.

"Harry's stuff." She threw the box into his arms.

Before Colin turned his head, she had disappeared into the sea of ​​people. Colin shook his head and had no choice but to take this thing with him.

"Harry!" He ran over excitedly.

The voice resounded loudly: "Although Fleur Delacour showed excellent use of the Bubble Curse, she was attacked by Green Lody when approaching the target and failed to rescue the hostages. We will give her 25 points."

"I should get zero points." Fu Rong shook her graceful neck.

Harry was wiping his head with a cloth, searching distractedly among the crowd, but found nothing.He turned his head and saw Colin, who was a little disgusted with himself, holding a camera.

He nodded as a greeting.

"Can I take a picture of you?" Colin asked expectantly. "Oh, yes, someone gave you something."

The voice was still shouting: "Cedric Diggory also used the Bubble Curse. He was the first to return with the hostages, but he exceeded the one-hour time limit by 1 minute. Therefore, we give him 47 point."

He's screwed, Harry thought, must have timed out.

But his eyes were still fixed on the gift.

The gift bag is very delicate, but the color matching is wonderful, the dazzling collision of red and green, glowing in the sun.

Colin took the opportunity to take pictures quickly.

Harry took the box, his heart jumped for joy, although he was still angry with her yesterday, he thanked her and quickly took it over, those people were busy with their own affairs, Ron was looking at Hermione, Hermione Min looked at him suspiciously.

"Sent by fans." He explained hastily.

Ron looked envious. He had just kissed Veela, and now a little fan gave him a gift.

Harry tried hard to control the smile on his lips, and opened this strange gift. The chocolate inside was already in shape, and it was also a small brown ball in the sun.

"Tsk tsk," Ron said, "it's actually chocolates, not bad, Harry, can I have one after eating?"

Harry smiled, "I'll eat one first."

The next second, he spat it out.

As soon as he took a bite, all kinds of strange smells filled his mouth. He looked down and saw that the inside of the chocolate ball was actually Bibi strange flavored beans. Not to mention the normal flavors, the earwax smell and the red pepper smell were impressive.

too disgusting.

Ron looked at Harry and gasped, "How much that girl hates you."

"Harry Potter used gill grass." Bagman continued, "...the mermaid leader told us that Mr. Potter was the first to find the hostages, and he didn't return in time because he wanted to make sure All the hostages returned safely, not just his own hostages."

"Most of the referees felt this was a good example of good morals. However...Mr Porter's score was 45."

Ron and Hermione stared blankly at Harry in amazement, then laughed happily, and everyone around them applauded desperately.

And Harry felt sick.

It's really thanks to her.

Everyone around screamed for him, but the screaming protagonist only felt disgusted.He looked angrily at the auditorium, but found nothing. In the process, he saw Ola standing in the crowd, showing a smirk at his eyes, with sharp teeth.

His emerald eyes were filled with anger.

Ola wasn't afraid either, she smiled mischievously and shook her head, as if Harry couldn't hit her.

It's all Harry's fault, eating by himself, and losing his temper with her yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Ron, Hermione," he looked up. "There must be a lot of people celebrating later. You all know that I don't like excitement, so I'll hide for now."

Hermione yelled, "No, but Mr. Bagman hasn't announced—"

"The third and last project will be carried out on the evening of June 6," Bagman's voice sounded as he wished. "The warriors will learn the details of the project one month in advance. Thank you for your support to the warriors."

Harry saw that Madam Pomfrey was already feeding the warriors the potion to keep them warm. He was the first to go over and take a few sips, feeling his energy restored instantly, he cast a drying spell on his clothes .

Seeing that the situation was not good, Aura quickly ran to the castle.

"Ola Egil!"

Because most people went to watch the game, the castle was almost empty.She got into the Quidditch pitch smoothly all the way, and Harry was chasing after her. She was always questioning, why is this boy so energetic?

Better physical strength than her watching the game.

Ola was absent-minded for a moment, and he ran over, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry!" She immediately apologized with a good attitude, "I didn't mean it!"

He snorted and dragged her into Gryffindor's Quidditch changing room. Ola screamed, and she pulled the Gryffindor sign tightly, and ended up entering Gryffindor with the sign Lots of changing rooms.

There are large areas of red inside, like a lounge, but there are more boys in the Gryffindor team, so the boys' smelly clothes and socks are thrown everywhere, full of sweat and hormones.

There may also be the woody fragrance of the broom of the sweeping series.

Harry had a stern face, with anger in his eyes, and the contrast between his usual gentle appearance was so great that Ola was a little scared.

She hugged her head in fear, and he threw her on the sofa, where a hole was exposed in the cushion.

"I'm going to be mad at you," Harry said, trying to cast a spell, but couldn't do it. "A few days ago I saw you in the library and wanted to get angry, and today I ate your strange chocolate. You want to murder me more than the person who put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

Aura was afraid that he would hit her, and she didn't bring her wand with her.

She was often beaten by Alan when she was naughty when she was a child.

But seeing Harry trying to use his wand at her, she knew he didn't want to hit her.

Ola smiled: "I'm sorry, don't be angry, you can't be angry because I sleep in the library, and my chocolate is very serious, is it delicious?"

She showed her small canine teeth, and reached out her hand desperately to pull the corner of his mouth, trying to pull out a smile.

Instead, Harry laughed angrily.

He raised his eyebrows, "You really don't know?"

Aura shook her head blankly.

Before she could speak, the young man had already moved close to kiss her, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck. The young man had just come out from the bottom of the lake, with a smell of grass, he kissed very hard, and then held her waist, letting her There is nowhere to hide.

After a few minutes of kissing, Ola felt like throwing up too.

"What's the smell?" She pushed him away forcefully, "Merlin's briefs..."

There was a burst of bitter taste from the tongue coating.

Harry showed a row of white teeth: "Understood?"

"I really didn't expect it to be so unpalatable," Ola bent over, wanting to vomit on the ground. "I just dumped a whole bag of flavored beans in."

Seeing her expression of wanting to vomit, Harry wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to make Ola angry, so he threw his head up and laughed on the sofa.

Ola fumbled in her pocket, and finally took out a candy: "I'm here to save you."

The girl put it into her mouth, and her lips touched his.

She kissed him, and the surroundings were quiet. In the end, the world turned pale, and he was the only one who could see clearly with his pupils.

By the time Ola came to her senses again, she was already lying limp in his arms, sitting on Harry's body.

She loves kissing so much.

Harry's chin was on her head: "Can you promise me one thing?"

"Ok?"

"Don't get too close to Malfoy," his displeased voice rang above her head, "I have nothing against you being friends, but he likes you a little..."

Ola is narcissistic, "Who doesn't like me?"

Harry was angry: "Everyone likes you, but Malfoy is too close to you. When I was in the library, I saw him kiss you."

When he saw Malfoy in the corridor these days, he hoped that he would be slipped to the ground by Filch's mopping water.

Ola chuckled low on his chest.

"It's either kissing or liking me," she lazily said, "I saw Furong kissing you today, does she like you?"

Besides, they used to exchange goodnight kisses when they were kids.

Allen stopped him very angrily.

Harry was so angry that he was helpless, he stretched out his big palm, ready to pat her lightly.

"No way," he lowered his voice, "I don't allow..."

Every time he saw Malfoy, Nott and Wallins, and that little Karkaroff, he got angry.

Ola suddenly laughed again: "God, look at your Gryffindor locker room, there is not even a sweeper, it is so dirty, and your steps are covered with moss."

She nearly died laughing.

"My Sweeping Seven Stars hasn't been maintained for a long time!" The girl outside the door suddenly raised her voice on purpose, "I will be going in for maintenance soon."

It's Angelina.

Ola hurriedly shut up, and hid in his arms with a panicked face, while Harry's ears were burning, and he quickly found a refuge in this small dressing room, and finally locked on the curtain by the window.

After a while, Angelina came in, her healthy dark skin was shining under the light, she picked up her Sweeping Seven Stars, and began to maintain it.

Harry hugged her and hid behind the window.

"Oh, it's Harry?" The girl held back a smile, "What are you doing in the locker room?"

Harry smelled the orange blossom on the girl's downcast hair and tried to pretend it was a broom, "Same as you!"

Angelina nodded and continued wiping the broom.

"Then what are you doing behind the curtain?" she said, "I'm going out in 2 minutes."

Harry hugged her, Ola suddenly regained courage, raised her face fearlessly, the sun outlined her smooth outline, and smiled at his worried eyes.

He tried his best to put on a stern expression, and she lay back on her stomach again.

There was a sound of closing the door soberly.

Aura lay on his shoulder, making a low laugh, shaking like a little hamster on his shoulder.

Harry put her down and reminded, "Be quieter next time."

"Okay." She deliberately spoke in a very low voice.

Aura looked around vigilantly, and ran out directly.

Harry thought he was angry, but he didn't do much in the end. To be honest, he thought Ola's appearance was cute, and it was the first time he met someone who could affect his emotions so much.

She's always like that, mischievous, almost a Gryffindor.

He was about to question whether the Sorting Hat Academy was a mad hatter.

When he returned to the lounge, everyone cheered him. They prepared a lot of delicious drinks, and colorful ribbons were flying in the sky.

He was tired of telling others about his adventures, so Ron spoke for him. At first, what he said was true, roughly the same as Hermione's, but then it became more and more bizarre.

Hermione went back early, annoyed that she was Krum's baby.

Harry ate something, and finally prepared to go back to rest sleepily, just as the double-way mirror in his pocket was heating up, but at this moment Angelina leaned over curiously.

"Harry," she said with gossip in her eyes, "who is your girlfriend?"

Harry put down the spoon and said flatly, "Firebolt/Arrow."