[hp] Pride and Prejudice

A hangover feels pretty bad.

When Ola was conscious, she only felt like there were countless buzzing bees in her head, and it felt like achnatherum splendens growing in a pile.She was so tired that she wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't wake up.

Yesterday she dreamed that she was the Chaser for the Tornados and jumped up and down the field, only to score twenty goals instead and win the International League Championship.

When Ola struggled to remember again, she heard a voice.

"Are you awake?" His voice was hoarse.

Ola gave a vague hum, and the boy's strong and bony hands came down from her waist, and the chin that was close to her was also far away from her. She turned the left face that was flattened to discomfort, but the right The temples are more uncomfortable.

"How much did I drink?" Her throat was also hurting. "A bottle of vodka?"

Ola pinched her temples with a headache, she struggled to stand up, repeated several times, and was finally lifted from the bed by the blind Harry.

His voice was hoarse as if he had been smoking since he was born: "You can't drink very well."

"Maybe." Aura coughed twice before she could barely speak.

She staggered to the bathroom, got some water and began to brush her teeth and face. After brushing her teeth with the guest's toothbrush, she couldn't keep her eyes open, so Harry used his handkerchief to dip some water into her face to wash her face.

"Why can't you keep your eyes open?" he asked, "How much did you drink?"

Aura raised her head, and he still gently wiped her face. Her voice gave a low voice of approval. After he washed her face with water twice, Aura put her head down in relief.

She leaned on the wall and walked to the stairwell, and then walked all the way down.

"Ola?" Hermione hesitated, "You, are you okay?"

Ola sat on the chair, squinted and rubbed her temples: "Is there anyone sober?"

Hermione approached, and hummed suspiciously, as if she felt that Ola's voice was too low.

She had no choice but to say, "sober up."

Ola would be hoarse at the word.

Hermione snorted, got up and asked Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen for some hangover soup, Harry also scratched his messy hair, walked down the stairwell decadently, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "All my life I have I don't want to touch alcohol."

Mrs. Weasley came over with soup: "You didn't do anything too extreme yesterday, did you?"

She looked at the two of them, but actually gave Ola a few unkind eyes. Ola picked up the soup and drank it down in displeasure, with a thank you mouth.

After drinking the soup, a warm feeling filled her whole body, and Ola immediately felt refreshed.

"It's great," she said presumptuously, "I'm going to try the British wine next time, Fire Whiskey."

He asked coldly, "So you didn't drink enough yesterday?"

"How about it, vodka?" Ola grinned.

Harry told her: "You drank brandy yesterday, not vodka."

Ola let out a little disappointment, and suddenly her eyes lit up: her brother's owl Errol flew over, she yelled Errol, then ran over to get the package and went upstairs to change it.

"How come her brother's owl has the same name as the previous Weasleys' owl?" Hermione wondered.

But she just said that, and Hermione continued to read the paragraphs she just read in the book, and continued her morning reading.

Harry took the soup and drank it slowly. Sirius walked down the stairwell slowly, approached his godson all of a sudden, lowered his head and asked with a smirk, "How was last night?"

Harry sighed.

"Too bad," he said, tilting his head. "You know that feeling when your head is going to explode? But it's really happy when you're on top of it."

Sirius frowned suspiciously, "Drink? Head? What were you doing yesterday?"

"Drink." Harry said rightly.

Sirius approached him, and uttered a few words ambiguously: "I thought..."

When he finished speaking, Harry blushed and pushed him: "Sirius!"

Ron also came down the stairs. He looked around blankly, then smiled again and ran over to hook Harry's shoulders.

"Yesterday you..."

"Drink, don't ask!"

By the time Ola came down from the stairs, the long table was already full of people: Mad-Eye Moody with his magic eyes turning around, Tonks with changing hair, the handsome Sirius, the embarrassed Lupine the werewolf, the redheaded Weasleys (minus Percy the prefect?), and the Gryffindor trio.

She was wearing a dress and sat next to Harry's vacant seat.

"Ah, the elf of the Black family," Ola said, "do you have Firewhiskey?"

Harry gave Kreacher a hard look, "No."

Holding a worn sock, Kreacher babbled, "Finally, there was a decent pure-blooded lady to take the order, but the half-blooded little master's mind has been imitated by that traitor, and his mind is confused. Don't let Kreacher work..."

"What is he upsetting?" Ron exclaimed.

Ola tilted her head and smiled.

"Speaking of which, why did Aalto leave me here alone?" she wondered, "Doesn't he need someone to feed him a dragon at home? He doesn't love his daughter anymore."

"You have a dragon in your house?" Ron called out, "Isn't it against the law?"

Ola shook his head: "It's not illegal in Norway, and this is a new dragon he has created in recent years."

Anyway, it was he who joined forces with others to create a legal loophole.

"I probably invited you," Sirius said, "I don't know what your father thinks, but you came here anyway, and my goal has been achieved. Look, Harry is much happier now."

He pointed to Harry, who was drinking eggnog.

Harry put down the eggnog suspiciously, the milk stains stained the skin on his lips, and he showed his white teeth to them, innocent and cute, just like the cute little milk cat raised by Theodore.

But his character and skin are really not what they appear to be.

Aura pulled some paper: "My Merlin, I have lived for almost 16 years and have never seen you eat like this."

She took the paper and tapped Harry's lips lightly with her hand, and there was a crispy touch on the edge of his skin.Harry remembered the shameful things they did, and looked at the teasing eyes of those elders with a blushing face, so he had to pretend that he was looking at Ola's hand.

When he left his hand, he muttered: "Why is it almost sixteen? Aren't you going to be sixteen tomorrow?"

Her birthday is the day after Christmas.

"Yes."

With his elbows on the table, Harry said generously, "What do you want?"

As soon as the voice fell, a few Weasleys began to scream strangely, and Hermione covered her face and looked like she couldn't bear to look directly ("Why do you ask girls what they want directly!" Hermione yelled.)

Ola didn't think it was funny: "Perfume, but I'm afraid you bought the wrong brand, so you just remember that it's the perfume on page 192 of the first edition of the magazine "Witch Weekly". Remember it."

Great, she wouldn't have to ask Artaud for money.

Harry hummed, there were only a few sips of eggnog and some moving eggs on his table, and within a few seconds, he went up with the eggnog by himself.

When Ola turned her head back, everyone on the table looked at everything about her curiously—she had bright silver hair, a high-nose and narrow-eyed appearance of Caucasian descent, and her bones were smaller than those of the English.

She had a calm attitude, and she felt strange that no one paid attention to her that day.

Hermione looked at her: "Is this how you and Harry get along?"

Aura nodded: "What do we say?"

Otherwise, it would be annoying to guess.

The eyes of those people have improved a lot, but she just doesn't care.

"Are these all made by Kreacher?" Ola admired, "The craftsmanship is really good."

Mrs. Weasley smiled at her, with a better attitude: "I did it all."

"Why didn't Kreacher cook it?" She wondered, "Of course I don't have any other intentions. The food you cook is also delicious. I've never eaten a meal made by a witch. Our family can't live without Sparks."

Fred: "Doesn't your mother cook?"

George: "You should know."

"Yes, she is very busy with work, and I haven't eaten since I was a child." Aura said. "Maybe Ellen has."

Ron looked at her in surprise, as if he couldn't think of such a mother in the world.

Hermione was very angry: "But it's not for house elves to do housework. Why do you always have a house elf in charge of everything in the house? No one is born to be a slave!"

She finished speaking with righteous indignation.

Ola felt that it was a mistake for Alto to leave her, because she was greatly impacted by the Three Views immediately——

Hermione Granger created a SPEW (same pronunciation as vomiting, which she already knew), but Ola didn't expect that this was an organization that wanted house-elves to be free, and they actually wanted house-elves and wizards to have the same The status of a wizard - not even a Muggle who looks like a wizard is not eligible!

They've been bickering over Muggle views for centuries!

Ola thought about it: "Hermione, in fact, you have found the wrong person. You should believe this with someone who is qualified to make house elves receive good treatment, because as far as I can see, elves are already very servile."

Hermione put down the spoon and looked at her seriously.

"For example, Professor Dumbledore, or the Minister of Magic," Aura said seriously, "you have to convince them of this."

Mad-Eye Moody sneers: "A fool's dream."

Aura said: "It's actually very simple. For example, you go to the principal Dumbledore's office to persuade him, or you bring the members of the SPEW organization to make a scene at Hogwarts. If you don't improve the treatment of the house elves, you will strike. Intruding into the principal's office to cause sabotage, the principal reluctantly agreed."

Ron froze his eating hand, "Hermione, you should recruit one less member."

Hermione took a deep breath: "Well, I think there are merits."

Ola didn't want to join this organization, so she quickly grabbed some eggnog and said she wanted to find Harry.

Harry just stayed in the stairwell, holding a big unopened package, grinning at her: "Errol sent you a big package."

She oh, took the package and opened it.

"Why does your owl have the same name as the Weasleys?" Harry asked.

"Maybe there are too few British names."

Ola muttered, "Are you still hungry? I brought you some drinks."

She handed him the eggnog and took the package from him.Ola was not surprised to see that Allen gave her a new album of the weird sisters, and Theodore was "Thirteen Variations of the Witch's Appearance".

She continued to open it, and Harry suddenly said, "Do you still have contact with Malfoy?"

"After all, we have been friends for so many years," Ola shrugged. "We have been together since we were very young, and my mother is also a good friend. It is impossible for us to separate all at once."

Harry smiled, "You two have a very good relationship. I always feel that you don't have as deep a relationship with Alan as he does. It seems that you are not afraid of your father, but your whole family is more afraid of your brother."

Ola sighed.

He continued to be persuasive: "Do you think Draco is more like your brother than Alan?"

Ola froze for a moment as she unwrapped the gift, and then she nodded: "Yes, our hair color is also very similar. When I was a child, I lived in Malfoy Manor for a lot of time, and I always thought he was my brother."

He was so nice to her that Ola often forgot that she was older than him.

At this time, Draco's gift was opened, and it was a cat's eye-shaped blue gemstone ring, shining blue light in the sun.

—It matches your complexion very well.

love you DM

Written on 12.25

"You think of him as your brother," Harry woke up. "What about him, does he think of you as his sister?"

Aura looked up at him, her brain went blank after being hit by this sentence, and the cat eyes on her fingertips seemed not as dazzling as before. She never thought about it, and refused to think about it.

Draco had always been nice to her...

She said angrily, "Maybe he just wants a younger sister."

Harry let out a sneer.

His green eyes rolled for a moment, as if he was thinking about some arguments to convince Ola, and Ola was frightened by his expression—he had a stubbornness engraved in his bones, and others must agree with this point of view, If you really can't agree with him, you will give up this person.

Fortunately, Ola is used to the Egil family who are more stubborn than him.

"Okay," she stepped forward to hold his arm, "what happened to you yesterday?"

Harry's jealousy faded a lot, and became full of distress.He began to fall back into the previous thought that he should hide from anyone, otherwise Voldemort would control him at any time.

He wrote lightly: "I can feel Voldemort's thoughts."

Ola didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

"A few days ago I dreamed that I was a snake," he said slowly, "and then bit Mr. Weasley, and Voldemort seemed to be able to control my behavior."

She comforted: "No, I read "Advanced Black Magic". It said that there will be a large blank in the memory of being possessed. Your memory is so clear. Maybe it's because the death curse failed, which made the inexplicable relationship between you two. There's a connection, you can see his memory, maybe you should learn Occlumency."

Draco was a master at learning Occlumency.

But Ola didn't expect that in a few hours, Harry would learn Occlumency with the dean.

"Why are you still reading about the Dark Arts?" Harry asked.

"Our family has a lot," Ola said. "Alto won't let me see, but I will."

She laughed, showing her pointed canine teeth again, with a sly look.

Harry felt a lot more relieved, and he swore that he would make it easier to say what he wouldn't let her do. Some people naturally like to do things that are contrary to others' wishes and irritating.

It's rare for two people to be together all day, and other people seem to give them time. Mrs. Weasley said that she wanted to dress up Grimmauld Place in a Christmas atmosphere, so she gave the task of cleaning up the foxes to the two of them. After seeing Harry and Ola (and glaring at Ola), Ola ran to the third floor with Harry indifferently.

They were chatting while cleaning Humeizi. Fortunately, this place had been cleaned before, so they stood close to each other and chatted.

Ola actually talked a lot, and the two chatted and talked about their childhood. Harry talked a little about being locked up in a cupboard ("What is a cupboard?" she asked), and most of the time he listened to Ola talking.

"...When I was a child, my mother put me in Malfoy Manor every day," she complained, "every time I go back from there, Ellen mocks me for not having any rules, but Alto says it's okay, he says I'm His little princess, I can do anything."

Harry played with the wand in his hand and hummed.

Ola continued: "Every time I go back to my home, it's annoying. Cousin Albert always pulls my hair, and treats me worse than my cousin. But when I go back and lose my temper and say that I don't want to go, Arto just sticks to me. , I won’t go if I don’t go, but Alan is always forced to go.”

She said a few words, and saw the green-eyed young man looking at her intently and disappointedly.

"Of course," Ola's voice changed, "You've seen it before, I'm spoiled by them, and I don't have a good temper at all."

She looked up at Harry, his slender eyelashes blinked, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

Ola spoke briskly: "I think Harry will be a good father in the future, but don't spoil your daughter too much."

"You are fine," Harry chuckled, "I will definitely be a good father in the future..." His voice suddenly dropped: "...and a good husband."

Ola's heart was like a calm lake suddenly hit by a stone, and the water rippled. She pursed her lips, trying not to bend them.

She shyly changed the subject: "Actually, you don't have to focus on those who don't trust you. We all trust you. You should focus on those who love you..."

Body.

Isn't that her?

Aura blushed more and more as she spoke, and finally hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Harry looked at her embarrassment with a smile, seeing her silver hair gleaming in the sun, he admired it wickedly.

Aura shifted her gaze, "Why is there an ear in the crack of the door?"

Harry knew what it was almost instantly. He said aloud and waved his wand forward. A group of redheads and a brown hair fled, while Sirius followed calmly. , with a mockery of the lovers on his face.

"Sirius!" he said angrily, "how can you not respect my privacy."

In the end, Ola spent Christmas downstairs with a group of Gryffindors. She gave Harry a copy of "The Darkest Magic", and Sirius and his two friends received a gift from Slytherin. She didn't Give it to someone else - mostly by accident.

But to her surprise, they all gave her presents.

When it was time to go to bed - thankfully she was alone in the room, Ola didn't want to have an awkward chat with Granger, and the two didn't seem to have much in common.

Ola even felt that they were not the same people.

It was late at night when Errol gave Pansy her gift——"Twenty Tips for Seducing a Wizard"