[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola entered the dormitory with a flushed face and disheveled clothes. Just as she was lying on the bed, the invisibility spell disappeared.

With a premonition, Pansy put down the "Witch Weekly" in her hand, and threw the magazine over tentatively, just right on Ola's calf. Hearing her scream, she proudly ran over in her nightgown and sat on Ola's lap. Pull the bed.

"Did you fall in love?" She pointed at Ola, "Did you just come back from kissing your boyfriend?"

Aura glanced vigilantly, "Be quiet."

"Okay," Pansy said, "now who it is."

Ola moved her lips, she really wanted to say, but she didn't dare: "Can you guess it yourself?"

Pansy thought for a moment, then nodded, and the magic clips that held her hair firmly moved.She said seriously: "Then, what I say next, you just nod and shake your head."

"First, is he a Slytherin?"

Shaking his head.

Pan Xi hummed: "Then, he should be from another academy."

Ola just nodded at her.

"What color hair?" Pansy thought for a while with a distressed look, "is it blond, um, red, or black?"

Aura looked at her nervously, "You have to think for yourself."

"Is it black?" She suddenly had a very accurate intuition.

Ola nodded hesitantly. She couldn't go on. Slytherin has a lot of black hair, but there are not many other houses, and there are only a few outstanding ones.

Ola quickly buried her head in the pillow, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

"Don't try to run away from me!" Pansy also lay on her stomach. "I'm sure he's at least a Gryffindor with black hair."

Just as Ola was about to ask her why she was so sure, she realized it belatedly—a golden-red scarf of Gryffindor's exclusive color was still hanging around her neck, and it was wrapping around her neck, exuding The warm touch and a warm current flowed into her heart.

Her scented silver-green scarf is in the towering Gryffindor tower, perhaps on the bedside of an adolescent boy, missed by his master who lives in the cellar.

"Is it Potter?" Pansy asked pretending to be relaxed.

Ola was embarrassed and said nothing.

Pansy sighed, "Draco is so kind to you, Theo is so talkative and warm, Wallins has also liked you for a long time, there are many boys who like you in Hogwarts, and there are many pure-blood families— —I know that your family doesn't like it."

"But you fell in love with a boy your family would never look down on," she murmured, "Our college is hostile, and many ideas are different. His friends are hemp seedlings, pure-blood betrayers, magical animals, and a giant. Ola, there are so many roads, why do you have to take the hardest road?"

Ola glanced at the end of the curtain hanging on the ground, trying to think about Niu Niu and the unicorn in Fantastic Beasts Defense class today, and then she found it impossible not to answer Pansy.

She considered, "Pansy, I don't know if I like him or not."

"A lot of girls don't know," Pansy reassured her, "whether you like him out of vanity or because he's too good for you. But Ola, love yourself a little more in every relationship, No one will love you more than anyone else."

Ola lay restlessly on the pillow, "I really don't know..."

She was just in love.

Those who join DA, make friends with his friends, just do what they want.

But Ola actually knows that her kind of family grew up soaked in politics-when other children were fighting with their brothers and sisters at home, she had already seen in her mother's office about dealing with werewolves fleeing to other places. report on transnational criminal cases in China.

They should be more sensitive to current events than other children.

"I think he likes you a little more," Pansy said, "You haven't seen the way he looks at you, have you? He always looks at you all the time, very gentle, as if he wants to give you the whole world."

Ola sighed softly, "How do you know it's his?"

She didn't like it at all.

Pansy smiled: "Are you blind or something? I can tell, okay, every time he eats in the auditorium, he stares at your back, takes two bites to look at you, and subconsciously looks at you in class, even Gore and Crabbe You can see all the thick lines, and now the whole of Hogwarts is spreading rumors about your relationship, and Draco asked me..."

She closed her mouth consciously, but Ola suddenly became proud: "I am worthy of everyone's love."

"Oh, I didn't mean something else," she hurriedly leaned over to make amends, "I'm asking, is it true that all of Hogwarts is passing it on? What should I do?"

Ola suddenly thought that when she first entered the door, several people were talking about her, and Alan was still talking about her request for a mate.

Pansy lazily played with the ends of her curly hair, "But isn't this normal? The wizard Lun said that beautiful witches are like Galleons. Most people just want them. We're just too attractive. gone."

Ola smiled, "Yes, we deserve it."

The next day, Ola sat next to her brother, whose owl, Errol, had flown up to his seat with a new issue of the Daily Prophet.

She was a little apprehensive about the paper - the last time she saw it was "Fudge's Great New Decision: Umbridge as Senior Inquisitor"

This time, she breathed a sigh of relief before watching——"A Large Number of Death Eaters Escape from Prison in Azkaban"

There are some fangs and claws, unkempt people holding a prison board with a serial number written on it, and they laugh wildly at the camera, their names are scary like fangs.

But just like that, their reporter remembers the mouse shot out of nowhere, saying Peter Pettigrew didn't.

There are also daily scolding Dumbledore as an old lunatic, and Potter is his little lunatic.

Ola suddenly lost her temper, and looked back, not to mention Harry, even the red heads of the Weasley family were gone.

"Why are the Weasleys gone?" she muttered.

Harry and the Weasleys were on good terms.

"Because Mr. Weasley is in St. Mungo," Allen said lightly, "he doesn't know what happened, it seems that the kid from the Potter family dreamed that he was injured, and left last night, and he didn't know What's wrong with Mr Weasley?"

Ola narrowed her eyes sharply, "How do you know?"

Why are the seniors so well informed?

Allen froze for a second, then suddenly became irritable, "Little devil, do you think I am you? I don't do anything except practice Quidditch every day, and I have plenty of news."

Ola let out an aggrieved voice, really, she was just saying something, why is she always being yelled at by him.

She also felt helpless, people in Egil's family were like this - irritable and irritable.Their cousin Albert is even more irritable than Allen, and I don't know how Cousin Anita will stand it in the future.

Perhaps Harry was right that close relatives were prone to illness.

She was holding the World Quidditch Newsletter for a change of mood when she saw Draco looking at her with a glass of pumpkin juice in his hand, and Olla smiled at him.

In the past, she didn't like to be with her brother, so she was with Draco every day, and the two of them ran amok in Malfoy Manor, including going to the back garden to pluck the feathers of white peacocks together.

But now that they are grown up, how can they still do such childish things?

Olla shrugged, went back to her omelette, and got ready for class.

In the afternoon, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Umbridge was walking around the classroom swaggeringly, and the aroma of coffee and five spoonfuls of sugar was still wafting in front of the podium, but since it was a holiday this afternoon, many people were thinking Not in the textbook.

She didn't see the trio, and she was not used to it for a while.

Pansy was pretending to be looking at Defense of Magic Theory when he was actually looking at the pamphlet about magical jobs.

She suddenly nudged Ola with her elbow: "Advanced magic cosmetics are recruiting, you need NEWT potion and herbal medicine to get O, and the rest only need A."

Ola glanced, "Can you get O for the potion?"

"That's right." She continued to look at the brochure.

At this moment, suddenly, a big dung egg broke into the door, it precisely hit Umbridge's small pink cup, and the burst of excrement sprayed all over Umbridge's body, and Umbridge Qi screamed, but what overwhelmed her was the uncontrollable laughter from the entire classroom. ("It's a good thing we're in the back," Pansy said timidly.)

"Enough! Enough!" Umbridge roared angrily.

For the first time, she didn't maintain the so-called ladylike style when she was angry, but walked out angrily. The man outside the door had handsome long hair, but still couldn't hide his handsome face.

Seeing her appearance, Sirius pushed back and covered his nose in disgust.

This appearance angered Umbridge even more, and she took out the short wand: "Okay, Sirius, don't think that you can leave Azkaban for the rest of your life after 12 years in prison..."

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "Disarm you."

A red light flashed, and those who didn't attend class just to watch Umbridge's jokes were satisfied to see that she was in a panic and screaming, not only her face was stained, but her wand was out of her hand.

"Why can parents like you come?" She pointed at Harry, who had just arrived in the crowd. "No parent can come to Hogwarts to watch their children during the school day, no one! And you didn't have any class today!"

It's funny how she looks with that hideous look on her face.

"I don't think you have the right to care about me," Sirius said coldly, "I'm the school director."

The Gryffindors screamed for him at these words, George and Fred applauded vigorously in the crowd, even Harry was laughing, talking to his friend with sparkling eyes.

Other colleges also cheered for them in the crowd.

Umbridge pointed at him angrily, unable to say a word, he could only say thinly: "You, you..."

Sirius bent down and said jokingly, "Say it quickly, I am willing to serve the lady."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Ola looked back strangely, and saw the old man with the white beard approaching majestically with a wand. He walked between the crowd and gave Umbridge a 'clean up' on his pus-filled face.

"Sirius," Dumbledore said helplessly, "you are Harry's godfather, can you set a good example?"

He put away his smiling face and nodded seriously at the principal.

Headmaster Dumbledore turned his head, "Children, don't you go home? Merry Christmas."

When the crowd dissipated, Umbridge was still on the spot trying to catch someone and deduct some points, but unfortunately everyone walked too fast. Sirius smiled and ran away with his arms around his godson's shoulders. Ola thought about it and was going to ask look.

When entering the narrow staircase, it was Sirius instead.

"Sirius?" Ola called out.

Sirius winked at her: "Will you write more letters to comfort Harry? He's already much happier than before, but obviously, it's better for a stupid shit to not have a girlfriend."

"Why is he unhappy?" she asked.

Sirius smiled mysteriously: "Go ask him yourself, he will tell you."

Ola nodded dubiously, and then walked a little further, Harry was leaning against the wall, holding the Marauder's Map in his hand, and saw the names of Ola Egil and Harry Potter with his drooping eyelashes near.

She didn't ask directly.

Ora stood beside him watching, slowly watching the moving tracks of the Marauder's Map.

Finally, Harry nodded her face, took the map and left with a lot of thoughts.He looked really bad, but he was a little happier when he saw Sirius throwing shit.

"Hey," Sirius put his shoulder on his shoulder in wonder, "Why didn't you say it, it's a waste of my time taking you back to Hogwarts."

Harry forced a laugh and said nothing.

"You tell her it's okay..."

Their voices disappeared on the steps, and Ola sighed in her heart. She knew the importance of the savior in this war, and he carried a lot, but in Ola's natural position, this was not enough for them to fully confide.

Perhaps, they will part ways in the next second.

She sends him a book of jokes, hoping he will be happy.

Ola also seemed affected by the gloomy weather in Norway, as she sat at her uncle's house in a lavender gown.

Because their family is neutral and they have few friends, only a few people participated with their relatives and friends.

Both Anita and Albert are dressed in black - this is the tradition of pure-blood families. In the Middle Ages thousands of years ago, when wizards and Muggles were opposed, wizards entered into marriage in this posture and received Merlin's blessing.

Aura just felt ugly.

Their silver hair was shining in the sun, and Ola sat on the seat, but looked at Alto frequently.She hadn't seen him much during the last summer vacation, Ola had fed his Norwegian Ridgeback, but she still had a lot of things to ask Aalto.

When they finished exchanging rings, Ola came and sat beside Artor.

"Alto," Ora pointed at him with her wand, "I finally got you, and I have a question for you."

Aalto glanced at her vigilantly, and said in a rough voice, "What are you doing?"

"You have to tell me about our family's situation 11 years ago," Ola said, "I've always wondered, you said you escaped in that battle, but you obviously like black magic, why would you do it because of mere elders? Why don’t you add black magic to the story? Besides, Karkaroff and you haven’t seen each other for so long, why did you look so flustered and insisted that Vasily is my fiancé?”

Aura said sharply: "You must be hiding something from me."

Aalto is sullen, muscular and has a goat-like moustache.

"Also," she said, "how did you know the mysterious man was resurrected in advance?"

Ola looked at him stubbornly.

Aalto crossed his arms and made up his mind not to tell her, but after staring at her for a long time, he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay," he yelled, even Albert, who was holding a drink, looked at him. "I know I'll tell you, who told old Aalto to have such a bad daughter?"

Aalto pulled off his sleeve directly, revealing a black and green mark - just like what he saw in the night sky above the European Cup during the summer vacation of the fourth grade.

Dark Mark.