[hp] Pride and Prejudice

[One: Try to have more physical contact with your boyfriend. 】

[Two: Learn to praise. 】

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[Twenty: Learn to say no when he wants you the most. 】

Ola read with a half-knowledge, and finally she hugged the book and let the comfortable mattress take away her sleepy eyelids and drowsiness.When she woke up the next day, it was already homecoming day - her birthday was always required by Hogwarts to send students back to school.

Aura put on a silver-green robe, spread her silver hair on her shoulders, and walked down the stairs with ease.

"Good morning," she murmured.

Harry was sitting among his friends, and he was messing with Ron, just like Ola had seen Sirius messing with Lupine yesterday.She stood there and watched for a few moments, and Hermione saw her cough heavily, and finally the two of them gasped heavily, with rosy faces, and ended the war.

When Ola walked to the sofa, Harry picked it up and sat beside him.

She lowered her head and tapped lightly on the side of his face.

Harry's face flushed instantly - he couldn't stand the teasing looks at him.Harry pursed his lips and calmed down after a short while. He took out a small gift box from his arms: "Your perfume."

He took a quick look at them, and tapped her face lightly with his lips stained with eggnog: "Happy birthday."

Ola suddenly hugged him.

Harry looked at her in surprise, "What are you doing?"

There was still a little blush on his face.

"Are you shy?" she asked looking at him.

Harry suppressed a smile and nodded, "Well, shy."

He cooperated to make a shy expression, but in fact his face was already very red.

Ola let him go in satisfaction, and she didn't care about the eyes of the people around her—Hermione snickered behind the stunned Ron, and Sirius patted his godson on the shoulder in admiration.

Harry held "Advanced Dark Arts", "You were right about one thing yesterday."

"What?" she asked.

He said helplessly, "Snape taught me Occlumency."

Ola smiled gloatingly.

She said: "Come on, I heard that Professor Snape likes to lock up disobedient students, and then cut off their heads for potion ingredients."

Harry stared at her blankly.

Sirius frowned in disgust, "That snot-nosed man is the same as our family's tradition of house elves."

"Brilliant," said Ron, "I don't know who copied who for a while, maybe it's a Slytherin tradition."

Ola couldn't hold back her laughter, and it took a few seconds for Harry to realize that he was being played.He looked at her sullenly, and Ola had already run upstairs to pack her luggage.

After she finished packing, everyone started to get busy. Sirius hugged his godson, and then led a large group of people on the Knights bus to King's Cross Railway Station.

Ola stared at the scenery outside the window curiously, but it was a pity that she drove too hastily.

When she got out of the car, she was holding the luggage, and Harry, who was talking to Ron, quickly pecked her on the face, and then talked to them as usual.

"Follow the principal to learn Occlumency," she said softly. "The dean likes serious kids."

He was a little distressed: "Maybe he didn't want me to learn it."

Aura raised her head and stood there gracefully.

Alto and Alan were waiting for her at the door. They were both wearing wizard robes, their silver hair shining in the crowd, proud and old-fashioned.

"Ola!" Alto strode over, "Are you all right, haven't you been bullied by others?"

He glanced warily at the Weasleys and Sirius.

Ola's small face was rubbed back and forth by his big rough palm, there was still a smell of vodka in his mouth, and a smell of grass after staying in the forest for a long time on his body, anyway, he was an authentic The reckless Maozi.

"I'm fine," she shouted, "let go."

Alto let go of his hand immediately, and handed her the dragon core wand that Allen was holding, "Your wand."

"Let's go," Allen's gray eyes shot coldly, "This place smells like Muggles."

He lifted the box in Ola's hand, "He didn't lift it for you either?"

Allen took a hard look at the group of people.

Ola held Artau by the hand, and Artau kept rambling: "Are you okay, Sirius is so cruel, I am already like this, they still need you to come to the door to rest assured, you are not wronged."

"No," she said in a pampered tone, "I'm fine, no one dares to bully me."

They sent her to platform nine and three-quarters in a subtle manner. Ola raised her head and kicked her little leather shoes casually. Before boarding the train, Gore picked up her bag.

The platinum boy raised his head: "Ola, I haven't seen you for a few days, I'm getting taller."

Ola smiled triumphantly, and saw Alan not far away looking at her indifferently, as if reminding her of something, she immediately snatched Gore's handbag, lowered her head and said thank you, and then went into the In Pansy's box.

Pansy was somewhat sullen when she didn't tell her parents about her relationship with Ernie.

Seeing Ola, her eyes lit up: "Ola!"

"Pansy," Ola sat down, "you didn't look happy at all just now."

Pansy's eyes were blue and purple: "It's not because of Ernie's matter. It's so annoying. Their family supports Dumbledore, and our family supports the Dark Lord. I dare not tell my mother now."

"What about you?"

"What else can I do?" Pansy sighed wearily, "My mother probably knows, she also said a few days ago that if I marry someone who is not in the same way as my family, I might as well go to Delian, who is poor. .”

Her family's grandfather was the Minister for Magic.

Pansy changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this, Ola, you and..."

The door of the box was opened, and Theodore came in with a lot of luggage, and his eyebrows and eyes were still covered with moisture from the outside.

"Keep talking," he flipped open a book, "keep talking about your girls' concerns, I'm going on a date with a Potions Scholar, of course, keep your voice down."

His kitten lay on Theodore's lap, yawning lazily.

Ola just shut up with Pansy.

Potions class is undeniably frustrating, especially with the lethal pairing of Pansy and Orla, who can only make sure that the potions in the cauldron don't look so much like mud.

But neither of them was serious, they were working on materials while chatting quietly.

"Actually, I think you two should talk first," Ola said in a low voice, "Maybe when..."

Suddenly, a narcissus root was thrown on their table.

Professor Snape folded his arms and looked at her sullenly.

"Miss Egil, with all due respect, your potion is as bad as Potter," he sneered, "what's the matter, you plan to change your surname to Potter after graduation, right?"

Ola's heart felt as if it had been exploded.

The corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably, but reason told her not to, so Ola's face twisted strangely.

"Then I'll call you Mrs. Potter in advance."

The classroom suddenly felt like boiling water, and there was an uproar.

They exchanged glances excitedly between Harry and Orla, Draco stared angrily at Orla who was shyly trying to dive into the boiling cauldron, while Harry froze the hand cutting the daffodil root, black His disheveled hair was shaking restlessly, and his face was as familiar as a red apple.

Both of his friends snickered, and Millicent yelled strangely with her friend in the back row, "Mrs. Potter, when will you..."

"To shut up!"

It wasn't Snape who said that.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, and Draco pursed his lips uncomfortably, "What's the fuss, the enhancer won't be able to turn orange after a while, let's make potions well."

"Maintain order in the classroom, five points for Slytherin," Snape said finally.

Those Gryffindors who had just made a fuss were suddenly angry. They all stared at Snape angrily, thinking that he was too partial.

When class was over, she hid behind Pansy uneasily, and then Professor Snape gave an A without raising his eyes.

"What do you want to do in the future?" He rarely asked calmly.

Ola was stunned for a while before realizing that he was asking himself: "I, I plan to be a chaser for the Vraca Eagles in the future."

Professor Snape snorted coldly: "Did you give up potions for a muscular exercise? I hope you think about it, and don't just give up a subject."

Ola let out an oh, and she and Pansy were about to leave. When she lowered her head, she could still see Harry being hit with a P again.

"Mrs. Potter," Pansy teased, "what shall we have for lunch?"

Aura pushed her shyly: "Stop talking, don't call me that."

Pan Xi smiled: "Then I will secretly shout."

Some people teased her like this when she went to eat at the long table, and then Alan plunged the knife and fork into his steak fiercely, and the man stopped laughing.Ola took several deep breaths before the blush floating on her snowflake-like face subsided.

Draco was irritable, and she threw the plate away when he saw him take a few bites.

Ola waited for him in the break room for a while, but Blaise said he didn't really want to come out. DA's party also disappeared because of Professor Potter's confinement. She was so bored in the dormitory reading the potion book that she almost fell asleep.

Pansy sat on a chair knitting a sweater: "Forget it, he must know something about it, but he doesn't want to believe it."

"Don't think too much about it," Ola said anxiously, "Maybe he's brewing potions in the dormitory."

Pansy looked up at her, her fingertips were still flying on the sweater, the yellow and black wool was knitting quickly, and a yellow and black scarf representing Hufflepuff slowly came out.

Ola watched curiously, and then remembered the golden-red scarf under the pillow.

"Do you want to knit?" Pansy asked.

She thought for a while, then shook her head: "Forget it, I used to make chocolates that were terrible, and I can't do potions either. I don't seem to be born to do manual work."

Ola imagined the scarf she put on. It must be limp and out of shape, as bad as the snails in Hagrid's class. She didn't want to leave a stain in her life.

"I'll continue to read the potions book," she said, "Maybe Professor Snape thinks I'm a genius in potions and asks me to study hard."

Pansy wanted to laugh, but she held back.

And Ola seems to have underestimated the comfort of the bed. Her pillows and quilts are soft, and the Slytherin dormitory living under the lake is like a tall building on a rainy day.

When she subconsciously told herself to get up, the bed was already a mess, and Ola quickly got up from the potion book that had been deformed from sleeping.

She hurried to the next stairwell. Harry hadn't come out of Snape's cellar yet. Coincidentally, as soon as she arrived, Harry slammed the door angrily and kicked the door over. stone pier.

Seeing her, his angry face was filled with astonishment, and the corner of his jaw that had bulged had also subsided, and his attitude softened a lot.

Ola smiled at him: "What's the matter?"

"What is the Department of Mysteries?" His tone was still not very good.

"It contains mysterious powers that many wizards cannot understand," Aura explained to him, "so they are put together. Every wizard working in it is called the Silent Man, and their work is top secret."

Harry hummed muffledly.

"Is the class bad?" she asked.

"It's terrible," Harry said sullenly. "I just want to punch Snape."

Ola answered: "Then can you beat me up in class? I want to see clearly."

She was not surprised at all. Ola had watched too many episodes of Harry's slander against Professor Snape in his class. Once the dean mocked Harry for nothing but rubbish in his cauldron, and Harry immediately sarcastically said that it was rubbish It's all taught by you.

If Harry and the Dean really fought, she guessed that wizard duels would not work, but hand-to-hand combat could be tried.

Aura took his hand and walked up, suddenly she heard a suppressed laughter behind her, Harry smiled and went to hug her into his arms.

"Is that what you think of me?" He pressed his chin on her shoulder, "How is it possible, I still have to study potions and enter the intensive class, otherwise how can I be an Auror."

Ola's hand was on his.

She sighed: "Actually, the potion is quite difficult, please work harder."

He sighed irritably, Ola suddenly thought of some content in that book, she stretched her hand forward tentatively, then touched his palm, and slowly scratched his palm with her fingertips.

Like an ant crawling in the palm, itchy.

Harry's breathing became heavy immediately.

He held her tighter and tighter, and Ora could feel something pressing against her—probably a muscle he'd worked out on the court.

She couldn't bear to think about it, she didn't know what Harry's muscles looked like, Ola had never seen a boy's chest, only in the Slytherin changing room of the stadium, she could see a group of shirtless boys Scurrying around inside.

Then, Allen would scold them, or let Ola and Natasha go out first.

Harry slowly brought his face closer, she turned her face away, and he leaned towards her, and after a few back and forth, her blouse was already rolled up to her white navel, her knees were bent so her head was almost in his stomach up.

The boy's laughter was presumptuous and proud.

"Wait a minute!" She shouted not to be outdone, "Wait a moment, wait a moment, I remember that I have something to do."

Harry lifted her up, and with some difficulty she managed to hold herself on the steps.

Ola turned her head, her face flushed slightly: "My brother has been learning Occlumency since he was a child, he should have something like a notebook, maybe it can help you."

Harry looked at her: "Did you learn it when you were young?"

"It's the kind of heir of a big family," Ola told him, "like me, I don't need to learn it. Our family doesn't have such high expectations of me. But the famous pure-blood families basically learn it, Draco Just learn well."

The smile on Harry's lips suddenly disappeared.

"You remember it clearly." He said softly.

Aura looked into his eyes, his lightning scar and indifferent eyes, in the dark corridor, looked inexplicably cold.

She wondered: "What's wrong with me?"

Harry looked at her, knowing she probably wasn't thinking that much, but he couldn't help being angry.He hugged Aura tightly into his arms, and when she reached the point where she could barely breathe, he blew into her ear: "Don't mention him with me in the future, is that okay?"

Ola raised her eyebrows, "Why? I have to mention it."

"I'll just mention, Draco Draco Draco..."

Harry's reaction to her was predictable.

So he imitated Ola's usual coquettish voice, and rubbed his face against her like a kitten: "Well, Ola is the best, Ola won't mention him~"

After a while, the blushing girl covered her mouth and smiled.

"Ok."