[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola's hair was messed up by him. She tidied it up for a long time, and finally put the silver-green scarf around her neck and prepared to go back.

Potter was really going crazy.

She went out on the road to Hogsmeade alone, with thick snow under her feet, and endless golden mountains in the distance.She huddled herself in the scarf and exhaled. The warm woolen material wrapped her cold face, but the air she blown turned into cold wind after passing through the scarf.

"Ola?" a voice behind her stopped her.

Ola looked back, and Goyle and Crabbe were eating the Pepper Naughty Boy, and Draco was standing in the middle with his arms folded. When he looked at her, the mouths of the two behind him still had flames.

"Could you stop eating such weird things," she said, "just have a small cake."

Draco glanced at them. "Obviously they like it."

Gore also showed a smile to Ola, with some small residue on his mouth: "Let's go back together, Ola, you are alone, you are so lonely."

"Here." Aura pointed to her mouth.

Gore gave a dumbfounded oh, then took out his veil and flicked it on his face.

"Come back with us," Draco said unnaturally, of course, he was confident in the last second. "Who are you not with us? With Gryffindor?"

Aura rolled her eyes: "I didn't say no to you."

She took a few steps and kept a position not too far from them, and then the four of them walked into the castle as before.Snowflakes were flying overhead, and all around were the bustling noises of students.

Draco came over, "Hair is so messy, what did you do?"

"I fell down." She said vaguely.

He stretched out his hand to help her smooth it out, and finally the little prince of hairspray used a hairdressing spell to restore her hairstyle easily.

"Ola," Draco thought for a while, "Actually, I kind of miss the feeling of the six of us being together before, but you and Pansy broke away from the organization, in fact, our relationship is not so irreconcilable. "

He wanted to say more or less the same.

She suddenly froze for a moment.

Originally, her mind was also filled with the lively scene of six people together, but suddenly it became a lonely and desolate chessboard, with the black and white chess pieces on it clearly opposing each other.

Ola finally said nothing.

When she acquiesced, Draco continued: "...and don't get so close to Granger, I saw her come over and smile at you just now, do you know what that means?"

"I'm very attractive," she said proudly.

"No, it means you look funny."

The corners of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.

"It's okay," she covered her lips and smiled, "Thank you for calling me the most beautiful witch in Hogwarts. In order to thank you, I will give you an award for the most brainless in the whole of Britain."

"Then I'll give you the award for best mandrake player."

The two of them bickered all the way back to the castle, and Goyle and Crabbe were talking about the newly bought book - "Wizard Recipe", which seemed to be a 1000-year food score of the whole wizarding world.

When he entered the castle and went around to the third floor, Filch was nailing a new law of Umbridge into the wall——

The Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor has ordered the dissolution of all student organisations, associations, teams and clubs.

If a student is found to have formed or joined any organization, association, team or club without the approval of the Senior Investigating Officer.Immediate dismissal.

The above regulations are in line with "No.20 No. [-] Education Order".

Aura frowned slightly: "Has she been cheated by members of the Gobstone Club before?"

Otherwise, why are you targeting Gaobushi so much?

Wait, she slowly remembered who it was targeting. It couldn't be such a coincidence. They were discussing the establishment of DA in the Pig's Head Bar, and then Umbridge announced a new regulation.

There are ghosts.

"The Gobstone Club is so boring," Draco snorted coldly, "There is no loss if you close it."

Several second graders looked at him indignantly, and he stretched out his hand like a threat, and those second graders fled away in fright.

She hummed perfunctorily, wondering when she was going to take this opportunity to tell Granger.

Ola said, "I went to the library."

She didn't wait for Draco to stop her, and walked quickly to the library. When she reached the familiar place, she cast a spell to merge into Granger's expulsion spell, and the people around Granger All prefects, except the Slytherin ones.

"Hermione," Ola said as she sat down, "someone has informed you, so be careful."

Hermione waved her hand: "It's okay, I cast a spell on the parchment, and the informer will get pimples on his face."

Ola thought for a moment.

"It's just acne?" She questioned, and she would have died if she were in Slytherin. "To what extent is it a whistleblower, even if it mentions words, is it still a different way of expressing it? Telling her voluntarily counts, and telling her by force counts." Doesn't count?"

Hermione looked up, "Forcing?"

She probably didn't expect this.

"Such as using Veritaserum." Ora recalled the behavior of the Ministry of Magic. "Of course it is against the rules, or in a suggestive tone, so that Umbridge had an epiphany, maybe she—"

"All in all, she may slowly inquire about this, and then she will show her feet, and I will try my best to disrupt the time." Hermione kept writing with a wool pen, "I understand your Interesting, but I really can't believe that someone is so despicable."

She propped her hand on her forehead with a headache, her eyes were bruised, obviously she blamed herself a little.

"The most important thing now is to make up for it." Ola comforted with some rigidity, "It's also the first time for you to do this, some shortcomings are normal, I hope you don't have any other ideas."

She stood up, "Okay, I'm leaving, so I won't delay your meeting."

Hermione hummed, and handed her a Galleon: "You can come when you see it glow."

Ora has to rush back to complete a piece of herbal homework "Thirteen Ways to Heal Wizards in an Emergency", fecal stones, a small amount of silver powder... wait a minute, why not send it directly to St. Mungo?

Giving it to her would be faster than him dying directly.

While muttering, she walked towards the Slytherin lounge, where it was more eerie and colder than before, probably because it was approaching winter.

In the lounge, there were already two camps. She walked up to Allen and sat down familiarly. Except for Blaise, who was opposite, and blinked at her, everyone else sat idly by and looked at the book—they had already written Make up your mind not to get involved in anything.

It is their creed to be wise and protect their lives.

Ola tried, but now she wants to follow her heart and be happy.

When it was Saturday, when Ola finished the heavy homework and was about to fly in the air for a while, Jin Gallon, who had been in his pocket all the time, suddenly became hot.

Almost without thinking, she ran to the room on the eighth floor.

Sure enough, there were a lot of people here, only Hufflepuffs came in in twos and threes (Cedric said helplessly: "You can't let half of the academy go to the eighth floor, can you go to the bathroom together?"), and the rest were all in groups.

Ola came in alone, those people looked at her in surprise, and Qiu waved at her.

"Qiu," she sat beside her gratefully, "it's lucky to have you."

Qiu smiled and hugged her.

She touched Aura like a hand of a clear spring, "You must study hard, and don't let Harry teach you down."

"You too." Ola nodded.

"I will," Cho said. "I will become a warrior and fight alongside Cedric against Voldemort."

There was a loving smile on her face.

Cedric stared at her intently.

Ola didn't speak. She felt that she had said it, and the couple probably wouldn't listen to it.

"Okay," Hermione stood beside them, "It seems that you have all received the news that we are going to gather, thank you very much for coming, this is the place where we will meet in the future, and the way of communication is this fake gold plus Long, it’s getting hot, which means you’re coming to the party.”

She then took a deep breath: "I think we should choose a leader."

"Harry is the leader," said Cedric.

"True, but I think we should have formal elections," said Hermione calmly, "to formally empower him. So - who thinks Harry should be our leader?"

Harry looked nervously into the crowd, but the result surprised him: not only the silver-haired girl raised her hand, but everyone present raised it high, telling him clearly who they supported.

He felt a fever on his face and murmured, "Thank you."

"I also think we should have a name," said Hermione clearly, her hand still in the air. "It promotes unity and strengthens the collective spirit, doesn't it?"

"Is it okay to call it the 'Anti-Umbridge League'?" Angelina asked expectantly.

"Or the 'Ministry of Magic' group?" Fred suggested.

Hermione frowned: "No, it's best that others don't see what we do is the best."

"Defense Association?" Cho said. "DA for short. No one knows what we're talking about."

"Hey, DA isn't bad," Ginny said. "It can also mean 'Dumbledore's Army,' which is what the Ministry of Magic fears the most, isn't it?"

Hermione turned her head, "So most people agree to call it 'Dumbledore's Army'?"

She stood tall, looking down at the outstretched hands of the sitting people.

"It can't be called 'Dumbledore's Army.'"

A clear and silky voice came, and Aura stood up directly from the ground, her silver hair fluttering behind her like a waterfall, and the silver-green Slytherin robes were light and incompatible with them.

"You can call DA," she said, "The Ministry of Magic is having trouble with Dumbledore. If they call Dumbledore's Army directly, they will definitely point the finger at Dumbledore. We will do bad things with good intentions. If it is DA, we will just violate the law." Dumbledore will not have any influence on students who violate the school rules."

She also joked: "After all, the Weasley twins have been expelled for violating school rules and laws."

But no one laughed.

They watched Ola's clothes vigilantly, communicated unscrupulously, with mistrust in their eyes, and shot her without any taboo, as did the Weasley twins.

After all, the number of descendants of Death Eaters in Slytherin is too large, and distrust is normal.

Ola stood awkwardly, like a student who was called by Snape in Potions class, listening to their rustling voices.

She pursed her lower lip.

"Ola is right," Harry stood up too, "I agree to be called DA, what about you?"

Qiu grabbed her hand and stood up: "Yeah, I was shocked by her words just now. Ola is really careful. Although she is Norwegian, she also knows the British Ministry of Magic very well."

Cedric also smiled at her encouragingly, and the atmosphere became active in an instant. Hufflepuff's classmates chattered about her suggestion, George and Fred also smiled at her, and Hermione just Count the number of people and fill in the name of the party.

"Then let's fight two by two now," Harry said, "Let's practice the most basic weapons to kill you."

Ola pursed her lips, feeling unconfident for the first time in the crowd.

Harry made a small demonstration for Neville, hurried over, and said softly, "I'll accompany you."

She let out a breath of relief.

Harry stood not far from her, holding his wand, counting down to three seconds, a burst of red light flashed by his side, and by the time he regained consciousness, his holly wand had already flown out.

"Nice job," he muttered. "You don't need a wand jerk this time."

Maybe, Harry thought, he should hold his wand a little tighter next time and not look at her, maybe to test his true skills.

But gradually he discovered that Aura's level was much better than others. Her shattering spell turned the table full of looking glasses into dust, and the blocking spell could block several people from coming through. Finally Someone begged her to team up with them.

This is the educational achievement of Egil's family every summer vacation.

But compared to the Aurors he had seen during the summer vacation, and the Death Eaters he had seen in between, this level was far from enough.

Harry sighed, and turned his attention to Neville, who could now bring down Ron. He watched him, and couldn't help but smile in relief.

He nodded: "Then let's practice the Patronus Charm first, I know that I may not be able to master it for a while, so try it first, and chant it after me, calling out to protect you—"

Thinking of happy things, Harry tried to think of something that would impress his girlfriend.

A silvery creature emerged from the holly wand, and a sturdy stag appeared in front of everyone. It ran happily around the house, and then ran back into his wand.

He took it back with satisfaction, "Try it."

Aura silently remembered his wrist movements, and shouted forward: "Call God to protect you."

She failed.

But there were more people worse than her. Some people's wands were not moving. At least hers was smoking a little.

They are all trying to connect, and the Room of Requirement is in full swing.

"Hey, Harry," Hermione called from across the room, "have you checked the time?"

He looked down at his watch, startled—it was already ten past nine, and they had to go back to the common room immediately, or they might be caught and severely punished by Filch.As soon as he whistled, the chanting of "Expelliarmus" ceased, and the last few wands fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Next time at the same time, same place," Harry announced, "Contact Jin Gallon if there is anything to do, let's go back first."

Those people muttered good comments on this class, and then walked out of the door one after another, as if it was too late.And Harry stood there without worry, waiting for his two friends to go out as well.

"Hey, Hermione," Ron teased, "guess how long they can stay?"

Hermione glanced at him: "Let's put it this way, I just hope he doesn't get caught by Filch and deduct points from Gryffindor when he comes back."

"Now that this is the case, are you still afraid of deducting points?" Ron fussed.

Aura stood where she was, chanting spells irritably.When waiting for Harry to go up, she complained slightly coquettishly: "Why can't I do it?"

"Don't worry," he comforted, "there will be a long time to come."

Aura sighed, and took back her wand: "I'll go back and look at the content about this."

"How is my teaching?" Harry blinked excitedly.

"Very good," she smiled, "My professor, you are really too responsible, and the spell you teach is not difficult, I observed it, almost everyone can use this spell, by the way, teach you Is your hand feeling better..."

He looked down at her, slid his palms on her soft hair, and barely heard a word.

Suddenly, Harry noticed the mistletoe sprouting above her head, and he patted her on the shoulder.

"Do you know what mistletoe means?" he asked.

The emerald green pupils stared at her, with expectant eyes rippling like sparkling lake water, Harry faintly hoped that she would know, and then take the initiative to kiss him once.

Ola rested her chin on her fingers and thought, "I see."

"This is the mistletoe. In our country," she draws, "every couple who kisses under the mistletoe breaks up."

Harry's hands froze.

Aura turned her head, looked at his expression with satisfaction, and slowly leaned forward to kiss him.

He held her down almost without thinking.

"It suddenly occurred to me that I have something urgent to do," said Harry. "I'm sorry, Ola, but hurry up, before Filch catches you."

Obviously the Gryffindor lounge is next door.

Ola raised her head, "You really don't want to kiss me?"

He rolled his eyes, nodded hastily, and then hurriedly walked out the door.

"Fool," Ola wanted to laugh, "how can we get married without breaking up."

Couples who kiss under the mistletoe will be married, happily ever after, and have many children.

The Gryffindor lounge was warm, Ron was playing chess with Seamus, and Hermione was knitting sweaters and socks next to them for the house-elf.

Harry walked into the lounge and greeted them hastily.

Ron was surprised, "Harry, so fast?"