[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Draco had a notebook on Occlumency.

Ola wanted to get it and give it to Harry as a Valentine's Day gift.

But in the past few days, Ola is really busy, there is really too much homework to finish, and she has to practice Quidditch every minute, and her happy love time was defeated by OWLs.

She didn't think of it until a week later when she was copying homework.

This is a quiet history lesson in sleep magic.

"Merlin's beard," she complained, shaking her hands, "can you write your handwriting more clearly, I can't even read clearly."

Draco ate the green apple, "It would be nice to copy it for you."

She turned her gaze back to her homework, but unfortunately she really couldn't see what he wrote.Aura could only resign herself to her fate and didn't know what to copy, there was no way, it was for homework.

"How did Pansy and Ernie get together?" he asked vaguely. "Still so sad."

"It happened during the summer vacation of the fourth grade," Ola said impatiently, "We've been together for a long time, but she doesn't bother to tell you, why don't you pay attention to her?"

Draco raised his head, "I thought it was pure love, but I didn't expect her to be with a Hufflepuff..."

"What happened to Hufflepuff?" she said quickly.

Because this lesson is with Hufflepuff.

Draco restrained himself a bit, "I just didn't expect that the types you girls like are all like this..." His voice lowered a lot, "And you, what kind do you like?"

Ola looked at his homework helplessly. The L and I on it were indistinguishable, and the H was written like an A.

"I beg you, please write better."

Draco was irritable: "I see, you haven't replied to me yet."

"I like it..." Ola suddenly smiled sweetly, "I still prefer to have a good temper, but also very gentle. I also play Quidditch very well, and I must play well."

Draco stared at her, "No way?"

"Why can't I?" She looked at him.

He looked around and lowered his voice: "He has a girlfriend, it's not moral for you to do this."

Ola panicked: "Who has a girlfriend?"

"Cedric," he whispered, "he's in autumn, how sweet they are, they kiss each other after class, and they walk up and down the corridor arm in arm."

Ola said clearly, "It's not him."

"Who is that?" Draco narrowed his eyes for a moment.

She immediately felt chills all over her body, knowing that what she said was too ambiguous, her mind immediately turned, and finally Ola calmly said: "It is, um, a girl's secret."

Draco glanced at her angrily, "I can't hear your girlish secret yet?"

"Of course." Keola asked for something.

His face immediately collapsed, and the desk was offset by several meters from her, making harsh creaking noises in the silent classroom, and waking up a few sleeping Hufflepuff classmates.

Ola came to the rescue and said, "Oh, it's actually a very common one, and I like it a bit."

He continued to lean on the seat.

"Krum," she pleaded, crawling over, "it's Krum."

Draco looked a lot better, he snorted coldly, and moved the table over again.

"It's impossible," he pointed at Ola's desktop. "He announced his favorite person in the fan magazine. It's that Granger, Ola. Hurry up and copy your homework."

Ola snorted, "I remember you have a notebook that records Defense Against the Dark Arts, it's about Occlumency, can I borrow it?"

"What are you doing?" He asked a little annoyed.

"I want to catch up on Defense Against the Dark Arts," she said, "because Umbridge, you know."

Draco nodded, "I'll give it to you when I go back."

But after getting the notebook, misfortunes never come singly. Not only did she like to double her homework, but she was also locked up by the dean.

Originally, Ola was looking forward to meeting her lover in the cellar, but Snape viciously separated their time.

As she was working on one of the bulbous stems, a sullen voice sounded: "Egil, unfortunately, your roots have been treated so badly that you will have an enhancer done in my office by February 2th." .”

He bit his tone hard.

Ola's heart ached so badly that she said coquettishly, "Professor, I beg you, you don't want to see me on Valentine's Day, so let's let each other go."

Professor Snape turned a blind eye and continued to spray venom: "With all due respect, I think that for a student who is about to go to OWLs, exams are more important than stupid Valentine's Day."

"professor……"

"Is it possible, Miss Egil, do you have a lover?"

Ola endured the pain, "No."

Professor Snape sneered in satisfaction, "That's good, Miss Egil, for those of us who don't have lovers, learning about potions is the first priority on Valentine's Day compared to filling our heads with ridiculous pink bubbles." serious business."

Ola hates Alan so much, why are they also children of Egil's family? He got a total of nine O's in OWLs, which made the dean who had been studying with Alan since the first grade very satisfied, and then indirectly picked him up. Ola.

But Ola has no interest in potions at all.

Of course, what she didn't know was that her dean would recall her boyfriend's memory every time, and finally, when his memory was clear, he managed to get stuck on a head of silver hair that was shining in the sun.

The whole of Hogwarts is Ola, a silver-haired girl.

Professor Snape despises the students of his own college, and likes a savior with well-developed limbs but not a good mind.

After the confinement ended, Ola ran to the owl house in a depressed mood, preparing to pick up a package.

When she had just picked up a box of fine chocolates from Honeydukes' owl, Granger had also picked up a package from the owl.

"Ola?"

Then she greeted: "Hello, Hermione."

Hermione pointed at her package and smiled: "A gift for Harry?"

"No," Ola shook her hand, "I will give it to someone who lacks love."

So on Valentine's Day, she handed the box of chocolates to Professor Snape.

Snape's face was lifted from the parchment, and his unsmiling mouth had successfully concealed the complexity of his emotions all the year round, so much so that he couldn't think of words to spray the venom.

Ola smiled and said, "Be moved, this is a Valentine's Day gift from me, because we celebrate Valentine's Day together."

It's not difficult to imagine that Professor Snape's heart was greatly shocked. He finally made a strange expression, and the corner of his lips was about to show off. Finally, he waved his hand and sent Ola to do the potion homework. up.

She just watched Professor Snape's expression while making the bubble stem.

Finally, Professor Snape covered his face with a hill of wool paper.

I hope the dean will not eat it, because the whole box is bitter.

Olla snickered, fortunately he was not willing to deduct points from Slytherin.

Three brooms.

"So, Cedric and I went to the graveyard..." Harry repeated wearily.

Cedric saw this emotion, and he said empathetically: "Then Voldemort ordered someone to perform two Cruciatus on me, and then Harry was also forced by him, and even cast the Death Curse, but was killed by the wand. Flashback."

He nodded, and Qiu Zhang, who was holding Cedric's arm, looked at him with admiration.

Harry couldn't bear to look straight at it, turned his head and continued to add other details.

By the time he finished speaking, he was already exhausted. After all, when he closed his eyes during the summer vacation, he would see the dark and dark scene of the cemetery, as well as howling hungry crows.

"Okay," Rita Skeeter was a little dissatisfied, "After all, I haven't been paid, and I have already played my best level."

This article about the revelation of Voldemort's resurrection was published in The Quibbler.

Hermione nodded in satisfaction.

Cedric said with a sigh of relief, "Then Qiu and I will go out first."

"They're both sweet," said Hermione, before she added, "Of course you and Orla are sweet too."

Harry was a little frustrated: "What Valentine's Day gift do you think she would like?"

Ola had always told Harry what she wanted, but after all, she was a pure-blooded lady with plenty of money, and as long as she got pocket money, she would have the money to buy some miscellaneous things.

This time she asked for free rein, and Harry didn't know it at all.

Hermione sighed: "It's more thoughtful to give things to girls."

"I don't know what she lacks at all," Harry said. "Ola has always had everything, and you saw what her father did to her on the platform. I think Alto would give her everything."

Hermione nodded approvingly: "That's why she developed a haughty personality. I hate her in the first grade."

"Me too," Harry recalled, "I really annoyed her at first, Olla and Malfoy would show up at any time, and then they would be so mean and laugh at others."

He smiled reminiscently, "But she's pretty cute now, isn't she?"

"Maybe." Hermione thought, he might really fall into the trap of love.

Harry and her went to the Wenrenju quill shop, planning to pick something for Ola. Ola doesn't like boring books, and she probably has received a lot of jewelry. What kind of gift can he give to please? .

Hermione was also picking up a pen beside her, and said in a low voice: "Speaking of which, you are a strange couple. I probably guessed that you might have something in the fourth grade, but Ron never believed it."

"How did you find out?" he asked, bending down.

"Obviously," Hermione said, "you asked her to the prom, and you looked at her from time to time, even after breakfast. Do you want me to remind you, how many people are now spreading the love between you across colleges?"

Harry finds a limited edition pen with the Holyhead Harpies on it.

"Whatever," Harry said, "It's fine if we don't admit it anyway, otherwise she will definitely have a hard time in the academy."

Hermione said helplessly: "Then why don't you restrain yourself a bit. Do you dare to look at other places more during DA? Needless to say when eating, can you control it?"

Harry pursed his lips, "But I can't help it."

Hermione rolled her eyes angrily, and when she moved her lips to say something, Draco had already raised his head, walking proudly in front of the two mountains, waving his wand leisurely to pick things out.

"Okay," she suddenly lowered her voice, "let's pay the bill."

Draco drawled, "Granger."

Hermione took a deep breath and pulled Harry to turn his head aggressively.

"What's the matter?" She said coldly, "You don't want to be humiliated again, do you?"

Draco turned a blind eye. He nodded in her direction, and Crabbe took out a ticket. Hermione looked down vigilantly, but it was a top-level private room for watching the Bulgarian team.

"This is a generous gift from a fan," he lazily said, "I hope you and Mr. Krum can reunite with you."

Hermione didn't answer, and Harry was already clutching his holly wand in his pocket.

Draco didn't see her shy reaction, and was slightly surprised: "What's the matter, don't you like Mr. Krum?"

Hermione looked at him coldly.

"Is it possible," he asked, looking up, "you like Harry Potter?"

Hermione was expressionless.

Harry turned sideways, slightly blocking Hermione, with his wand pointing in front of him: "What the hell are you going to do? Fight?"

"No?" Draco sneered, "No way, could it be the skunk—Ronald Weasley?"

Harry stretched his wand forward angrily, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Hermione's flushed cheeks, pressing her lips hard, with a shy expression of being poked into a girl's mind.

He thumped in his heart, it's over, he won't be isolated by the two of them in the future.