[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola snorted.

But it pleased Harry for a long time, and during Umbridge's second confinement, he didn't say anything - mainly because Umbridge angrily forgot about it, and her short stature Rushing around the hall, pulling a bunch of Slytherins along with Filch, was bound to catch the troublemaker.

The funniest thing is that this troublemaker is hiding in Slytherin.

And it was running around in his mind.

"Professor Umbridge set up a special operations investigation team," Draco said happily, "he chose me as the team leader, and we must go all out to do this."

The servants flattered around him.

Ola put down the book, looked beyond the crowd, and looked directly into his eyes.

Draco glanced at each other.

He understood instantly.

"Of course," his tone suddenly sounded a bit bureaucratic, "Although the professor's instructions are very important, we are facing OWLs, so we still have to focus on learning. It doesn't matter if we don't find them."

Ola smiled secretly, and Draco glared at her amidst the thoughtful eyes of those people.

Of course, it wasn't this moment that made Harry most want to call Olla a little lunatic, but when she walked to the Hog's Head with Cedric and Cho, she piled herself in a pile of thick clothes, only showing a pair of Sly gray-blue eyes.

"Hermione," he turned his head, "is it too late to drive people out now?"

Hermione lowered her voice, "Are you crazy?"

She glanced at more than half of the Hufflepuff classmates brought by Cedric, nervously holding the speech she had prepared for a long time, and cleared her throat.

"Hey, Harry." Neville smiled broadly.

He turned his head quickly, and nodded to Neville.

The Hog's Head pub was immediately packed, except for the Hufflepuffs Harry couldn't name, the Weasley twins he was familiar with, Lee Jordan, the Creevey brothers, the team friends, Luna Lowe... Fugood, Sister Patil.

"Okay, let's start now, everyone," Hermione said bravely, "Well, Harry and Cedric had an idea, if anyone would like to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts - instead of that Nobody cares about the shit that Umbridge taught us, we might as well figure it out ourselves."

She paused, looked sideways at Harry, and continued: "I mean to learn how to protect yourself effectively, not only learning the theory, but also practicing real spells—"

"But I figured, you'd have to pass the OWLs in Defense Against the Dark Arts too?" Kerner said.

"Of course it is," said Hermione immediately, "but more than that, I want to get formal training in defense because—" she finished after taking a deep breath, "because Voldemort is back gone."

This sentence is immediate and immediate.

Teri Boot twitched involuntarily, one of Cho's girlfriends spilled water, Padma Patil shivered, Neville let out a strange cry, which turned into a cough in time, but Hey Chippaqi's group were calmer.

Harry was satisfied to see that Ola was not frightened.

"Well, that's the plan," said Hermione, "if you want to join, we need to decide what we're going to do going forward."

Cedric stood up as expected - everyone's eyes were attracted by him at this time, his girlfriend Qiu Zheng looked at him adoringly: "We have to learn useful defense against black arts to protect ourselves, we can't It is required to kill Voldemort, at least to defend myself, when Voldemort used two Cruciatus Curses on me, I was dying of pain."

Those people were surprised by his address.

"I hope you can protect yourselves," he said gently, "you'd better learn to protect your loved ones."

He looked down at Qiu.

Harry nodded calmly: "Of course, if I want to fight Voldemort, my requirements will be higher."

When he spoke, even the barkeeper listened, and he kept wiping the same glass with the dirty rag, making it even dirtier.Neville, George, and Fred, all puffing out their chests, trying to tell Harry they were the ones fighting Voldemort.

"So," said Hermione, her voice becoming high and thin again, "like I said, if you guys want to learn some defensive skills, we need to figure out what to do, how often we meet, Where will we meet—"

She lowered her head and began to write and draw on the parchment.

Cedric looked at Harry: "Harry is a teacher who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is very powerful. At the age of 13, he can cast a Patronus spell to repel hundreds of dementors. At the age of 14, he is the leader of the Triwizard Tournament. The champion who took back the Philosopher's Stone at the age of 11 and closed the Chamber of Secrets at the age of 12... no one is more suitable than him."

Aura looked at Harry in surprise, as if she had never looked at him like this before. Harry avoided her gaze, puffed out his chest, and tried to look like he didn't care, but the blush on his face gave it away. over him.

Hermione hurriedly said, "Come back to business, the key is, do we agree to let Harry teach us?"

Everyone murmured agreement.

Zacharias Smith snorted there, seemingly unconvinced.

"Wait," Angelina said, "make sure this doesn't conflict with our Quidditch practice."

"That's right," Qiu said, "it can't conflict with ours."

Aura nodded: "That time is quite short, after all, there are four colleges."

Hermione was slightly impatient, "But you know, this is very important, we're talking about learning how to protect ourselves against Voldemort's Death Eaters—"

"Well said!" exclaimed Ernie. "Personally, I think it's really, really important, probably more important than anything else we're going to do this year, even the upcoming OWLs!"

Hermione cleared her throat loudly, "Then, students who are willing to participate, please stay and sign."

They named the society Dumbledore's Army. Ola never expected that she would actually participate in this kind of base training activity. The world is really unexpected.

"Hello, Ola," Hermione handed over a pen in a friendly manner, "Use this one to write, the previous one is almost out of water."

She thanked her, and took a pen to fill in the parchment. As soon as she wrote an A, the paper was taken away by someone else.

"You don't have to write." He said with a straight face.

Aura raised her eyebrows, "Why?"

Harry glanced around, leaned in, and lowered his voice: "What will you do in Slytherin, have you thought about it?"

His expression was extremely serious, and Ola thought his reaction was happiness, joy, or something else. In short, it was not the dignified look of the year, as if Ola had been expelled from Hogwarts.

Ola waved her hands indifferently, "It's okay, our family is a famous pure-blood family with power and power, they don't have to bully me for this matter, at most they isolate me."

Her family in-laws are closely related to the Death Eaters, and she owns a stake in Dumbledore.

Bet on both sides.

"Little madman," Harry said through gritted teeth, "you should be in Gryffindor."

He was holding the piece of parchment, and Ola looked at him with burning eyes. When he was not paying attention, she immediately bent down with a pen, and when the piece of paper was pressed against his stomach, she quickly signed Ola Egil name.

"It's okay." She shrugged.

Harry looked at her helplessly.

Aura put down her pen, deliberately raised her head and smiled at him, full of arrogance.After she finished laughing, she returned to her usual iceberg beauty, with a hint of arrogance in her gray pupils.

The people behind looked at her a few more times, as if they felt that their relationship was too close.

At least, Ola felt that the ordinary-looking Ginny Weasley was looking at her, so she simply looked at her directly, and finally Miss Weasley looked back embarrassedly.

Ola waited for a while, they were all packing up the materials, and at the end, Harry called her: "Let's go."

They were at the back of the line, Harry holding her hand, Hermione and Ron a little ahead.

"When did Ginny fall in love with Michael?" Ron was so angry that his hair became redder.

"Ginny is already desperate for him," Hermione glanced at Ola quickly, "it might be sometime recently, I don't know."

Harry leaned closer to her ear: "How about going to Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House now?"

A sense of numbness when he spoke reached Ola's ears.

She asked in a low voice, "Did you wear an invisibility cloak?"

Harry was taken aback: "I thought you would wait for me there."

Aura was so angry that she couldn't directly hit him with her wand, so she had no choice but to put down her hand regretfully, looked around, thinking of going to any place, and then sneaked into Madame Puddiffe's teahouse. sound.

"I thought of a way," Harry said, "to get you to come with me."

Aura raised her head: "What?"

He hesitated for a moment, then took off his Gryffindor scarf while laughing. When Ola realized, her eyes were already piercing red, and the boy's cold hands kept lifting the scarf up. , trying to cover her hair and face.

"This, this..." He laughed uncontrollably, "Probably not, you are not suitable for this kind, you are still too dazzling."

Harry suppressed a laugh and folded the scarves. Before Olla had finished tidying up hers, he reached out and tried to wrap Olla's silver hair - just like Professor Quirrell in the first year.

He was wrapped but shapeless, unable to stand upright, and then the entire scarf fell to the ground, and Ola's silver hair broke away from the tissue one by one, floating in the air, like in Lake Alden, Norway Jellyfish tentacles.

She was angry and annoyed: "Potter!"

Harry laughed and ducked aside, his overcoat snowballed hard as expected.

He hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I just think it's a little funny, I'm telling the truth, I really have another way——"

"Barely trust you again." Aura glared at him.

Harry restrained his desire/desire to laugh again, he tried his best to put on a serious look, and waved to Ola, she walked over suspiciously, but was covered by her boyfriend in the coat, her face was opposite Looking at his chest, he smelled treacle pie and hormones.

"What the hell are you doing!" She tried to stretch out her limbs and hit him.

Harry suppressed a smile: "Let's go like this, I'll say that you grew out of my body."

"Your body can not only grow a person! It can also grow shoes?"

Hermione and Ron listened to the whole process, and they looked at each other with suppressed smiles. The closer they got to the front, she secretly hinted a few times that they were approaching a crowded place, so as to make them restrain themselves.

"My God," Ron laughed, "Harry has created a medical miracle."

Hermione reminded: "Stop making trouble, we are almost on the street, there will be a lot of people later."

Harry forced himself to cover the grin, and let Ola out, who was as disheveled as he was.Ora gave him a hard look, then pulled out her wand and cast an invisibility spell.

When Hermione looked back again, she found that the two of them were gone, and a breeze blew by gently, and the snowy footprints on the ground were short and short, and they had been on for a while.

"Love is really unexpected." Ron took a bite of the chocolate frog, "Ginny and Michael, Harry and Egil, I can only say that their relationship is amazing, I hope God will not give me such an unexpected love. "

Hermione smiled: "Actually, you don't have to have such a big opinion on Ola, at least Harry enjoys it. Maybe Ginny also likes Michael very much."

And the two of them ran to Madame Puddife's teahouse hand in hand. In the eyes of the wizard, it was just the wind blowing through the pink carved door.

"I really want to learn Transfiguration with you," said Harry, as they walked, "to turn you into a little ferret and put it in your pocket and take you with you to class."

Ola scolded him sincerely: "You are such a pervert."

They walked to the reserved box and poured some tea casually.

Harry's cheeks were still slightly flushed, and he didn't know if it was the cold wind blowing outside, or what happened.He took a sip of water, then propped his head up to think about something.

Ola snapped her fingers: "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking..." Harry rested his chin on his hands, "I was thinking about the first DA meeting, what should I teach you guys..."

Ola teased: "Professor Potter, I can't think of you being so dedicated to your job."

Harry stretched his hand forward, playing with her fingers.

Ola was also satisfied to see that his hands had now turned into pale white scars. He was engrossed in the game, and heard Ola help him think: "Teach some simple things, such as elementary spells, and give them some achievements first." Feeling, teach a little more difficult."

Harry hummed: "Then I'll write a course about DA teaching when I go back, ah, I have to do my homework when I go back..."

As he spoke, he leaned his head on Ola's shoulder, and she looked at the teapot lazily, indifferent to his touch.Harry became bold, and unscrupulously wrapped his hands around his back. He slowly approached her, spraying his warm breath on her face: "Actually, I have always wanted to ask you a question."

Ola: "Huh?"

"I wanted to ask when I hugged you for the first time." His voice was trembling, which made Ola feel numb. "Why does your back feel uneven, with a lump on your back?"

Ola actually thought about it seriously: "Maybe I wear too many clothes..."

As she was talking, she suddenly realized something, and Ola immediately turned her head to stare at him. Harry's green eyes were hidden under the black-rimmed glasses, but through the fog, he could see that his eyes were full of sincerity and questioning.

He didn't feel like trying to tease her.

Aura's face turned red immediately, and she thought carefully about her words: "Well, that is, you know that, the underwear that girls wear..."

"Can I touch it?" he asked.

She was so surprised that she could hardly speak, and even the tips of her ears felt hot after being blown by him.After a few seconds, Ola turned her head and could clearly see his eyes resting on her raised hill.

Ola was so angry that he took his glasses: "Why did you learn to break it?"

"I learned from you," Harry put his arms around her waist. "Why were you unhappy before? You were obviously unhappy. Being alone every day feels like being bored for a long time."

Aura asked back, "Aren't you too?"

Harry gave a low hum, then hugged her, nodding his head on her shoulder.

"Before I..." Ola recalled, "I just said, I was thinking, what should I do after the mysterious man comes back? In fact, Slytherin believes in two rules, one is to protect oneself wisely, and the other is to pursue honor. I Been with the centrists all the time, but it's uncomfortable being with them, you know all my old friends were..."

"...I don't care anymore, and I don't want the future anymore. I just want my own happiness now."

Ola thought about it for a long time. Since Alto ran all over the world for the first time and couldn't find her, if she really couldn't do it, she would just run away.

She was going so far away that even the Dark Lord didn't want to come, but if Olla really fell in love with him—

She wanted to be with him, and she wanted to die with him.

Before Aura finished speaking, Harry kissed her directly. Compared with the first time, his kissing skills were considered familiar. He kissed her gently, like a warm kiss blown by hot wind. Sea water, he had never been so gentle with her, it was all reckless rampage.

She pried open his teeth with the tip of her tongue, as if prying open his long-sealed heart.

This perennially closed door is slowly being opened to her as much as possible, and she is welcome to come in and change.

But Ola just thought vaguely that Harry seemed to be treating her better and better.

When I went back a few hours later, Hermione was watching Ron write his homework, while Harry walked into the lounge with a smile on his face. Feel schadenfreude.

But his heart hit rock bottom immediately, he was with his girlfriend.

Hermione folded her arms: "Glad our golden boy still remembers the five seven-inch papers he owes."

"You guys went to Madame Puddife's teahouse," Ron said impatiently, "how does it feel?"

Harry picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said without changing expression, "The tea is really delicious."

"Yeah," Hermione said meaningfully, "I've been drinking tea for almost two hours."