[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola swears she's been studying hard at home.

Especially thinking of Granger's smug face, oh, she's definitely going to surpass her.

Except for Christmas presents.

Does this take time?

Ora knew them so well that she gave Draco a book she had memorized, Curses and Anti-Curses, and wrote a letter threatening his death if he used it on her.

I gave Pancilo Hart shampoo, and gave Theodore a random book.

correct!

And Goyle and Crabbe, they just give each other sweets and maintain superficial politeness.

As for the candy, they hadn't finished the last time they gave her.

A chocolate frog that Ola opened the box casually——she didn't like candy since she was a child, but her house was full of unopened candy boxes.

Um?It was Dumbledore that Weasley had mentioned on the train.

etc!Nick LeMay! !

Give Potter a gift too, because if the previous Heartworm Honey was, it would seem that she is too unreasonable.

She pulled out a piece of parchment, wished Potter a Merry Christmas, and attached this small card.

It doesn't look so thin this way.

After delivering Potter, she suddenly thought, why not give her brother a karaoke player.

Well, that's it.

Waiting for a reply soon.

Ola couldn't wait to count and found that there were still the same number of envelopes as usual. She suddenly felt disappointed and opened all the gift boxes.

First it was Pansy's. She complained that school was not as interesting at home, and then accused Ola of not following the principle of balanced nutrition at home. Finally, Pansy gave a book.

Ola carefully put the friend's letter in a small box, and Pansy's letter smelled good as usual.

Theodore sent a tattered History of Magic.

Goyle and Crabbe, unsurprisingly, delivered candy.

As for Draco, oh, he actually sent the feathers of the peacocks raised at Malfoy Manor.

I can't stand it, why is he so narcissistic?

And Allen is just that old.

She looked around, but couldn't find Potter's letter.

Ola kicked her legs in the air aggrievedly, Potter was so annoying that she didn't reply to the girl's letter.

The rest of her vacation was spent by Draco playing Quidditch.

Draco said that according to her training, it would be a matter of time before she entered the school team.

Fortunately, it is so short, otherwise her arms would be so thick.

As much as she enjoyed flying, Ola disliked the aftereffects of such training.

She got on the train happily, said goodbye to Ellen, and ran to sit with her friends.

Draco was absent-minded all the time. He went to Gryffindor as soon as he got off the train. He was eager to test the knowledge he had learned in "Curses and Counter-Curses". That Gryffindor Longbottom became A test product for him to test his proficiency in the Leg Locking Curse.

Potter worried: "Neville, what's the matter with you?"

"I just met Malfoy in the auditorium...he said he was looking for someone to practice a spell!" Longbottom stood staggeringly.

Amidst the laughter, only Granger broke the spell for him.

Weasley clenched his hands tightly: "You have to learn to resist him, he's nothing special!"

"Oh, stop talking." Longbottom said sadly, turning his head away. "Malfoy said I'm too timid to stay in Gryffindor, and Egil also said before that I'm a squib."

"You're not a Squib, and a Squib can't use magic," Granger reassured him.

Potter obviously thought of some bad memories, and said displeasedly: "Squibs are also better than the dark wizards in Slytherin."

Weasley muttered something to him, and the three of them came towards the auditorium aggressively for Neville.

"Malfoy," Weasley interrupted Orla and Draco's discussion, "you better apologize to Neville!"

Granger added: "Otherwise we'll tell the professor, you cast spells on your classmates."

Potter stood at the front, puffed out his chest and said, "Egil, you also have to apologize for saying that Neville is a squib."

"And your ignorance," Granger continued, "because Squibs don't get into Hogwarts."

Ola rolled her eyes, of course she knew.

Can't Miss Know-It-All see that this is a wonderful metaphor?

Draco raised his head: "Go ahead, I can also tell Professor Snape to see who deducts more points."

"Potter," Ola taunted without hesitation, "before I reward each of your friends with a dumb tongue, you'd better take them as far as you can."

"It's illegal," Granger emphasized.

Pan Xi sneered: "You have time to meddle in other people's business, why don't you go back and comb your hair well."

Theodore came over: "Need I remind you? There are a lot of people watching us now."

In fact, Theodore is the strongest among them. He can drive the other party away indignantly with a single sentence.

Potter and they suppressed the anger in their hearts, stared at them and walked away.

Ola looked at them and suddenly remembered that Potter had been rude not to answer her letter.

"You guys go back first." She said to Pan Xi in a hurry.

Potter walked ahead like the wind.

"Hi, Potter," she called to him from behind.

He looked back at her impatiently.

"What the hell did you get from me for Christmas?" Ola asked.

If Potter didn't receive it, she would strangle Ellen's owl when she went back.

If he didn't get it back, she'd have to strangle him.

Potter pursed his lips before speaking, but Weasley said first: "Are you ashamed to say that you think we are stupid? In this life—in this life, it is impossible for us to ask for what you give."

"And you only sent a card for the Chocolate Frog," Potter added.

Weasley: "It's still Dumbledore's."

"What's wrong with Dumbledore?" Aura frowned, "I thought you Gryffindors all liked Dumbledore?"

"Oh, at least not cards," she remembered that he seemed to have seven, "you don't know that Dumbledore's cards—"

Judging from his tone, could it be that he intends to have a long talk with her?

"Ron," Granger warned.

Weasley reacted, and said viciously: "No matter what conspiracy you have, we will not accept it!"

The three of them walked away glaringly.

Ola called him pitifully: "Potter, don't you accept my gift?"

"Stop talking about presents to me," Potter suddenly became angry. "It's not good every time. What's the point this time? Do you still want to see my jokes?"

Damn Potter, you're so stupid!You deserve to never find Nicolas in your life.

Ola also left angrily.

But Potter may have realized something when he went back, and glanced at her from time to time.

Ola would never meet his eyes.

She was angry, and no one would vent her anger, but Professor Snape could.

"Potter," Snape's deep voice began to be poisonous again, "I bet you didn't open your potions textbook during your vacation, did you?"

Potter tensed suddenly.

"Look, this ignorant student——" Professor Snape sneered, "has been in need of his poor professor's instructions until now. To make a sleeping potion, you need to mix the three powders and add them to the cauldron instead of adding them to the crucible. Post-mix. Didn't your ugly sleeping pill mix with your troll brain? Or why didn't you write it down?"

Ora had always admired Professor Snape's subtle sarcasm.

Otherwise, her notebook would have read "Three powders are mixed to make a sleeping potion" instead of "an ornament from the neck up", "If wisdom is wealth, and you will be famous for being penniless ".

It seems that only Theodore has learned this method of not spitting dirty words, but also killing people's popularity.

And every time she took Potions class, she was very serious, hoping to learn the essence and make Potter half dead.

After class, she saw Potter staggering out of the classroom door.

"Hey, Potter," Ola said, "do you like Potions?"

The Weasley next to him showed a hint of desperation, as if to say 'Why is she here again? '

"Merlin's beard, why are you here again?" he also said.

Aura pretended to be understanding: "Why are you so worried, Potter? Could it be that you are worried that your mouth is not big enough to swallow the Snitch?"

"Why do you know we're looking for Nicolome again?" Potter asked puzzled.

It seemed he finally got it.

"If you could speak in a lower voice." Ola also imitated Professor Snape and said slowly, "I wouldn't know."

Weasley exclaimed, "You overheard us."

Potter was nervous: "You didn't tell anyone about this, did you?"

Hmph, don't thank her for what she has done!

"Why should I tell others?" Ola suddenly raised her tone. "Does the great savior think that the whole world wants to know what you and your idiot friends are going to do?"

"Don't talk nonsense with her, let's go." Granger pulled the two of them rationally.

Ola emphasized: "I don't have the time to listen to your nonsense, I'm busy."

"What are you and Potter talking about?" Draco suddenly came over.

Aura said viciously: "I scolded them."

Soon to the game.

The brightly colored sunset outside is divided into fragments of different sizes through the complex patterns on the windows, scattered scattered on the road made of stone bricks.

She and her friends went to the stands excitedly.

It was obviously a game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but the whole school came.

Isn't it Professor Snape presiding over the competition?

Could it be that they thought the dean could ride a broom?

She suddenly stayed where she was, oh, it turned out that Headmaster Dumbledore had also come.

"Even Dumbledore is here." Weasley said in surprise.

Ola took a closer look and saw Granger and Weasley walking towards this side.

Don't they see that all the Slytherins are sitting here?

Before she could react, Draco punched Weasley in the back of the head.

"What are you doing?" Weasley said angrily.

He glared over his shoulder, but didn't dare to rush forward because Alan was sitting next to us.

"Oh, sorry." There was no sincerity in Draco's tone. "I didn't see you here."

Everyone knew he did it on purpose, not to mention Draco's phony tone, but Weasley's red hair and Granger's lion head were too conspicuous.

Granger gave the flushed Weasley a hand, as if to stop him from being silly.

"Do you think Potter will fall off the broom this time?" Draco said maliciously. "If he's going to use this kind of little trick to get attention, I hope he falls for real."

Weasley blushed and clenched his fists: "Malfoy, don't think that everyone is as boring as you, Harry doesn't like to show off."

"Then we'll wait and see." Ola cried strangely.

Weasley didn't speak, because Granger's elbow hit him hard.

With a whistle, Ola's attention was also put on the ball.

Professor Snape announced the start of the game with a gloomy face. He threw the Quaffle high, his eyes were sharp like eagles, and he watched every movement of the Gryffindor players closely——

Their dean and Quidditch really don't match.

"Get down!" Allen suddenly pressed their heads hard.

An out-of-control Quaffle flew overhead.

Olla's eyes sneaked up and caught a glimpse of the Weasley brothers laughing maniacally.

It's too much, it's murder!

Even though Snape gave Hufflepuff points for this, it didn't eliminate her hatred!

Ora swears, she will go to Quidditch!

Even if Draco didn't remind her!

If she can't fight, can't she vent her anger on the little one?

Ola's eyes locked on Ron Weasley of Gryffindor.

She kicked her foot hard.

Weasley's expression was incredulous.

"Why did you kick me?" Weasley exclaimed.

Aura proudly: "Sorry, I forgot you were here. Maybe, you can change to a position a little farther away from my feet."

"Then can you be reasonable?" Weasley said angrily.

Draco turned around and supported her: "We are the truth."

"That's right, do you have any dissatisfaction?" Aura asked arrogantly.

Draco pretended to sigh: "Look, what kind of players did Gryffindor find? Potter, no parents, Weasley, no money, maybe they should call Longbottom too, because they have no brains."

Seeing that Potter didn't fall off the broom, he had no choice but to condescend to mock Weasley.

Longbottom plucked up his courage: "I'm stronger than 12 of you put together, Malfoy."

But his body was still shaking like a louse, and his eyes were avoiding to look at them.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of them laughed strangely.

This made Longbottom even more nervous.

Granger suddenly shouted: "Stop arguing, look at Harry!"

She took the opportunity to pull them back to their original positions.

Porter on the field suddenly rushed towards the ground.

Aura became excited, did he find the golden snitch?

Draco taunted Granger's gang before they had time to squeeze through the crowd: "Oh, Weasley, you should be with him, he definitely found the money."

"Shut up!" Weasley blushed as if drunk.

Before he could react, Weasley suddenly grabbed Draco's collar and rushed forward.

The two of them started punching each other.

Unbelievably, Longbottom scuffled Goyle and Crabbe.

Could it be that he thought he could beat these two big men?

Draco stretched out his hand anxiously: "Ola, come help me!!"

Ola let out a gasp, seeing Weasley punch him hard in the face.

"Look, Harry has caught the Snitch!" Granger said excitedly.

But few people present paid attention to her.

Because everyone she knew had joined the fight, Weasley sat on top of Draco, and in order to save Draco, she greeted Weasley with her fist in the face.

Granger hurriedly said, "You are not allowed to hit Ron again!"

She yanked at Ola's hair with a scream, and Ola felt as if her scalp would be ripped off.

Weasley saw her restrained and punched her hard in the stomach.

But before she could scream, Allen kicked Weasley to the ground.

A faint blush appeared on Alan's face: "Do you really want to be beaten, kid?"

Just when she thought that Allen's participation had brought the fierce battle to an end, the Weasley brothers who had just finished Quidditch noticed and ran over.

They arrived on broomsticks.

"How can you bully our little brother?" One of the Weasley twins put away his previous hippie smile.

The other shouted who couldn't tell who it was: "What are you planning with Little Ronnie? If you have the ability, come with us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, they rushed over and threw the broom aside, pinning Allen to the ground and wrestling.

How could Allen be able to beat four hands? Ola was trying to help his brother, but Weasley, who was thrown on the ground, found the opportunity. He stretched out his legs and made Ola fall to the ground.

"Ola!" Pansy yelled in panic.

At the same time, there was Granger's painful sound.

"Let go of my hair!"

"Let go of mine first."

"Stop!" Professor McGonagall came at some time, "What are you doing?"

Her eyes were rounded, her nostrils were gasping like a fan, she looked very angry.

Pansy and Draco, who were evenly matched, stopped instantly, and so did Alan, who was fighting with them—everyone stopped, and they all froze in place as if under a petrification spell .

"I can't think of it, Miss Granger, I thought you were a more reliable person." Her words were undoubtedly like a knife.

Granger wasn't caught in tears by Pansy, but was provoked by this sentence.

"Sorry Professor." She muttered softly, but she still refused to let go of Pansy's hair.Of course Pansy had her hair in her hands too.

Even with Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall said sharply: "Stop talking, and go to the empty classroom on the second floor to copy sentences for punishment."

Oh, she hated Gryffindor, hated Potter! !