[hp] Pride and Prejudice

This time the game brought an intuitive effect to the Slytherins. They all had a much more friendly attitude towards Ola, and changed the behavior of booing the opponent - because their own players couldn't hear the broadcast clearly.

Gore was also always happy, he didn't even eat snacks, instead he flew around the field every day.

His brother and sister, Crabbe, were not with him.

Draco said he might as well spend his time on the OWLs, where passing was a little more likely than making a difference every game.

"Don't hit him," Ola said with a smile, "I have to face every game well. As for the exam, let me die first."

She has been reviewing with Qiu and Seide recently. Seide happened to be reviewing NEWT, and Qiu accompanied him to study. Others can't stand their sweetness and greasy, but Ola is studying with a strong immunity.

...Maybe she also has a boyfriend.

After the game, Ola also went to Ron, and she asked, "Are you okay, are you in such a bad state?"

"It's okay," he said without expression, "thanks to you, otherwise they would keep singing."

Aura nodded, "It's okay, it's all my fault, I should have stopped them earlier, but unfortunately I watched the games on the fifth floor a few times before and didn't hear the song, I should have stopped them earlier."

Hermione wanted to say something, but Ron vomited in pain.

She panicked: "Ron!"

Hermione turned her head and said quickly: "You go first, Ron doesn't want to see you yet."

When they saw them again, Ola's review speed soared, and she had already reviewed the content of the third grade-because of the joy of winning the championship, although the slowest review of others was only in the middle of the third grade course.

When she went to DA, some people greeted her - after all, her strength is obvious to all.

Ola came to Qiu's side, ready to find someone to practice with her (Qiu was only with Seid), and Angelina came directly aggressively.

"Hello," Ola looked at her hesitantly, "Johnson, do you want to practice with me?"

Angelina nodded: "Call Angelina, I know you play well, but I don't know if your spells are equally good."

Ola hummed, clutching his wand tightly, those Gryffindors who were losing the game all put down their practice for the time being and turned their heads here, even Harry watched expectantly: Immediately afterwards, a red light In a flash, Angelina's wand was slammed to the ground by her.

"I'll come," Ron walked over with his chest out, "I'm going to fight Egil to the death."

He was completely different from what he was a few days ago. He was full of fighting spirit, but he still shivered a little when he looked at her.

Ola sneered: "I appreciate your courage, come on, Weasley."

He gritted his teeth and held his wand tightly, a voice resounded throughout the classroom: "Disarm—"

After a flash, Ron was hit to the ground, several Gryffindor students hurriedly surrounded him, and Ola also walked up a few steps, looking at him with some pity.

Harry rushed into the crowd quickly and pulled Ron up from the ground. He almost slipped and couldn't stand still.

"Ronald Weasley," Ola said, "didn't your Charms professor, Flitwick, ever teach you never to speak spells too loudly during a duel? Don't be so scared, if you If you really want to win, you have to overcome the fear of the audience and the influence of your opponent, and I can help you with this."

Angelina's eyes lit up: "Can you play a game with us privately?"

"can."

Ron felt a little uncomfortable: "Thank you."

"Can I have a fight with you?" Little Creevey looked at Ola.

"No," Harry looked at him lovingly, "You're only in the second grade."

He cleared his throat immediately, "Hey, then everyone has no doubts, let's deepen the content and practice the Patronus Charm, which is quite effective in expeling dementors."

Immediately afterwards, the shouts that sounded in the entire classroom changed from "there are many obstacles" to "calling for the protection of God".

Harry coached several people - he tried hard not to look at Ola, this wasn't a date.

But after teaching a few people, he realized that Ola had a big problem, so he should go, public or private.Harry stepped lightly, slid over slowly like Mrs. Norris catching someone, and hugged her waist, making the girl scream out in fright.

People around them are not surprised by their intimate behavior.

Ola was angry, "What are you doing?"

At the same time, her heart was sweet, she thought Harry would be angry because of the game.

"What happened?" He let go, and asked.

"I don't know if it's because I've been too happy recently," Ola said distressedly, "I really can't do it at all, the more I think about it, the more I can't do it, it's so annoying..."

Harry looked down at her, "Don't worry, calm down and try again."

He stared at Aura absentmindedly, her face was glowing with fascination, and with a wave of her thin white fingers, only some silver smoke came out of the wand again.

"It's okay." He coaxed, "Everyone has seen your patron saint, it's very pretty..."

Harry suddenly saw the silver-green scarf around her neck, and thought of the king cobra coming out of her wand, and his heart was not very happy.He had thought Orla's Patronus was a stag like his, or she was a doe, and it turned out to be the symbol of Slytherin.

It wasn't that Slytherins were bad (well, Harry didn't think this class was great), it was just that he wanted to be like Ola.

When Ola held the wand and continued to cast a spell, she felt someone move around her neck. She looked carefully, and the original silver-green scarf around her neck was replaced by a red and yellow one.

"What are you doing?" Ola frowned.

Harry smiled and said, "It's so pretty."

After he finished tying it, he stopped laughing and went to instruct others, while Ola pursed her mouth, disliked that he didn't look good enough, so she lowered her head with her wand and was fiddling with the scarf.

But she is all in light colors, wouldn't it look better in cool colors?

Ola looked up, he was wearing a warm yellow sweater, and he was telling others the precautions with a cold face, but he was wearing a green scarf around his neck, which was draped over his shoulders softly.

Wrapped around him like a little snake.

Ugly.

She curled her lips.

Ginny Weasley was looking at her again, and when Olla looked away, she pretended she hadn't done anything.Ola felt contemptuous in her heart. She vaguely heard Hermione mention her a few words. She likes Harry, but she still wants to compare with her in terms of Miss Weasley's various qualifications?

Among the wizards of the right age in the wizarding world, the only one she could think highly of was Fleur Delacour.

Olla felt that Hermione was more likely than Ginny.

When it was over, she put away her wand, and young Creevey tugged at her sleeve again.

"I've said it before, Dennis," Ola said in a coaxing tone, "You're a child, I won't fight you, you should drink more milk from your father."

His father was a milkman, and Ola didn't know why Muggles were so fond of competing with house-elves for jobs.

Little Creevey padded his feet a little bit unconvinced, Ola just stood there and stared at him, and finally Colin took his brother away.

Harry was watching them from a distance.

Little Creevey shouted: "Don't take me away... I want to fight with Harry Potter's girlfriend..."

Colin warns: "Don't say that."

He couldn't believe that Harry would ask her to be his girlfriend!

Ola thought it was amused.

"Let's go," Harry said after waiting for a few seconds. "I'll take you back."

Ola hummed and saw him take out the invisibility cloak. The two of them held hands and walked downstairs together. As they went down, it was as if the sun was covered by clouds and the sun was invisible.

"I saw you talking to Dennis just now," Harry said with a smile, "I think you will become a good mother, maybe your child is mischievous, but you just look at him so helplessly..."

His smile was very sweet, as if he had foreseen that life.

Ola twitched the corner of her lips, oh my god, she didn't want to answer this topic at all.

She has no children.

Ola stopped suddenly: "Harry, are you using such an important thing to send me back?"

Harry frowned, "It's also very important to send you back."

Ola pointed to Umbridge's office on the fifth floor.

"She's definitely not there," Ola said with a sly smile. "She's in Professor McGonagall's classroom at this time, and she's cut off all the fireplaces and communications. If we go in..."

Harry thought almost immediately of the ball she had scored into Umbridge's office a few days earlier.

The effect of the ball was remarkable, and Umbridge led her Special Operations investigation team up and down, focusing almost without thinking on Gryffindor - especially George and Fred.

His dormitory was also randomly searched by Malfoy. He was critical, but he didn't say anything about the clothes Ola bought him.

Luckily, Harry kept most of her presents at the bottom of the cupboard.

All in all, the final outcome is that the furious Umbridge directly saved Gryffindor from occupying the game time, otherwise Ron would have had more opportunities to practice.

He held her hand tightly, "Don't go, let's go back quickly."

"But I want to see..."

Harry had no choice but to experience for the first time the earnestness of the members of the Order of the Phoenix persuading him: "Ola, don't go, there is nothing to see."

"But I think..."

Without saying a word, he picked her up horizontally, walked quickly to the third floor, and then put her down.Ola's face was blushing, and she held his hand humbly.

"You're not a Gryffindor," Harry grumbled. "Just don't do things like that, please, and calm down, please? Like Hermione."

Ola stopped laughing immediately.

Before he realized the seriousness of the matter, Ola had already turned cold and shook off his hand.

She pulled off the invisibility cloak and left.

Harry reacted immediately, and ran down to look for her, but she couldn't be found up and down the stairs-almost soon, he realized that she must have cast an invisibility spell, so he took his wand and used the spell to stop him. .

Finally, a suppressed cry stopped him.

His girl sat on the steps and cried.

Harry took out his wand and closed his eyes to listen, then ran up to cover her with the cloak, and said softly, "Don't be angry, I just said you should calm down..."

"Then why do you say Hermione?" Aura asked directly with tears in her eyes, "Do you like her?"

She raised her face with an angry face, tears dripped on the hem of her skirt, and clear tear stains could be seen on her face.

"I don't like it," Harry said quickly.

It turned out that the problem was here.

Aura sneered: "Why?"

Harry tried his best to think about the chapter "How to Cope an Angry Witch" in "Twelve Ways to Bewitch a Witch". When he complained countless times why he knew what girls think and didn't replace the useless divination class, he suddenly thought of ——

"because I like you."

Ola smiled with tears in her eyes, but she refused to let go: "But you have written to you many times, the last time I wrote to you, half the time you were discussing your cousin Dudley, but you sent the news of the injury Put it last..."

"I thought," he said dryly, "that you'd want to know more about the interesting stuff."

Ola wiped her tears with her hands, "I don't want you to hide it from me."

He lowered his head, and seeing her hair hanging limply in his palm, he picked it up and shook it gently, remembering the things that happened before, and then turned it into this sigh.

"I brought Cedric in," he said with difficulty, because he had never told anyone else. "He obviously vomited and felt very uncomfortable. I insisted on carrying him in, and then we saw Voldemort. Fortunately, Seid slipped as soon as he entered. He asked his men to give Cedric a few Cruciatus Curses Test life and death..."

"I didn't say that."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and it went much smoother: "When I was sentenced in court during the summer vacation, Principal Dumbledore came, and then I went back to Sirius' home, lived with them, and learned a lot..."

"I'm not talking about that either."

Ola lamented that Gryffindor's understanding was not very good: "I just don't want to be concealed by you, my Merlin, I'm not asking you about the before, I'm talking about the after."

"My Merlin," Harry joked, "do you want me to be so unlucky in the future?"

He thought that Ola would also be joking, but in the end she just supported his hand in distress.Harry's heart softened suddenly, he didn't speak, just stared at her.

"We're going to separate," Ola said, a little dejected, "Pansy is waiting for me, and she asked me to talk at this time."

She paused, "Is your hand feeling better?"

Harry shook his head, then nodded, and finally he sighed, "That's it."

Ola's eyes became sharp all of a sudden, and then she stared at his hand with the faint scar that Umbridge killed, as if she was about to stare at a hole.Harry was somewhat satisfied to see her eyes, as if she was concentrating on a ladybug scurrying around in Transfiguration class.

He pursed his lips, hoping that she would divert her attention, although the time he bought was not enough for him to kiss her.

"Actually, it's nothing," he said in a normal tone, "I'm used to it, it's just a small injury."

Aura raised her eyebrows, "What other injuries have you suffered?"

"It's too much." He said indifferently, "Anyway, this is a minor injury."

It also feels like my bones are being shattered when I write it.

Ola felt even more distressed by what he said, and Harry realized that it was beneficial to talk like this. He concealed it childishly and let her guess, and she felt more serious by the content of his brain, and in the end Ola would be provoked again. tears.

"Oh, it's really all right," Harry coaxed, "My hands are soaked in Mortella's antennae juice every day, and it's almost fine."

No wonder he saw Roger Davis, the captain of Ravenclaw, mentioning his scars with his girlfriend in the medical wing. He didn't take it seriously at the time, why did he say it so seriously, but now he thinks he did a great job.

Ola was angry, "I don't believe it."

She took his hand and walked towards the lounge, and when Harry came back to his senses, he had already entered the Slytherin lounge.

It’s still the same as when they came here three years ago, their lounge is under the lake, squids are moving outside the window, rippling water patterns are slapping on the window, the dark and gloomy lounge relies on the light from the wall fire .

It was the second grade, and she kissed him here.

Draco sat on the sofa with his legs crossed handsomely, talking to Theodore.

"Lies, it's all lies..." Draco lazily said, "How could she fall in love with...that one with a brain problem...her family won't allow it..."

Ola took his hand, passed Draco and went straight to the innermost place, and their neutral atmosphere also seemed very restless.

"...I will take my sister to our home for Christmas," Allen said in a long tone. "Our cousin Anita is with my cousin, and they are going to get married."

Harry widened his eyes and leaned closer to her ear: "Really, don't you feel a little disgusted?"

"For the purity of the bloodline," Blaise raised his glass, "it is worthy of being the purest family in Norway."

Harry felt a chill, and felt that his three views had been refreshed.

After closing her eyes and listening, Ola tilted her head, and the tip of her nose almost touched his skin: "Yes, our family is like this. In order to keep the bloodline absolutely pure, either the cousins ​​get married, or the cousins ​​get married. Or just mix it up and get married when you really can't find someone. But it's only like this in my family, we won't be like this."

Harry also tilted his head, the distance between his lips was very close.

"why?"

"My father escaped from Norway because he didn't want to marry his sister," Ola said. "He married my mother. My mother's blood is not very pure. My grandfather is a half-blood wizard."

Harry made a nasal sound, "Ola, you better not, children born to close relatives are always problematic."

"We will also marry prominent people." She whispered, "For the prosperity of the family."

Ola stared at his lips.

Harry felt it, their lips were very close now, his long eyelashes fluttered, his breath was fast and hot, and the two of them intertwined, he waited for Ola's reaction, but somehow he didn't want to take the initiative.

Ola smiled.

She exhaled, and the hot air sprayed on his neck, causing his Adam's apple to roll up and down.

Ola put her arms around his neck, pecked his lips lightly, and then she was about to turn around and leave.

But Harry had already taken her hand.

"No more?" he asked.

Ola's almond eyes were innocent, "Yes, you can go back."

Harry gritted his teeth and looked at her, then put his hands on her waist again, and turned her around directly, facing him, Harry could clearly see Aura's silvery and shiny eyelashes, and her below. Undulating curves.

"I'll teach you again, don't forget," he said.

He leaned down and kissed her slowly and deeply.Olla was among the Slytherin students (especially behind her brother), she didn't dare to tremble, and let him hold her.

Harry kissed her, could hear her brother's words now and then, and he caught Olla's fear of her brother, so he was even bolder than usual.

"I..." His voice was close to her ear, his voice suppressed. "Can I touch it now?"

Ola hummed inaudibly, he trembling hands, and then pressed the ball of softness.Harry blushed and gasped secretly, unable to relieve the breath.

As the temperature rose, she also felt a strange emotion surging in her body.

"...I definitely want a good grade, after all, I will take care of Egil's family in the future."

Millicent suddenly ran towards them, and Ola was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled Harry back, but the two of them lost their balance and fell onto the sofa where Allen was sitting—

The sofa moved forward immediately, and Allen, who was talking, immediately turned his head in surprise, and saw Millicent holding a kettle.

The two stood up quickly, and Harry held her hand, ready to run elsewhere.

"The spell stops!" Allen said, pointing at the air.

Their hands were tightly clasped, their breaths were suddenly held, they didn't even dare to breathe, their hearts were beating violently.Two pairs of panicked eyes stared at Alan with some doubts.

This is Flitwick's favorite student.

Harry couldn't help thinking that maybe he wouldn't die at the hands of Voldemort, but maybe at the hands of her brother Ellen.

Finally, Allen smiled sarcastically and turned back.

"I will definitely take care of Egil's family in the future." He added, "My sister is different. She used to be ignorant, but now she is better. She is either reviewing or practicing every day. She is very cute."

Thanks Merlin.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he'd never seen Olla behave.