[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Harry and Hermione went back in embarrassment.

"You won't tell Ron," she said after a long time, "Harry, you won't."

Harry nodded, "No."

He really felt so embarrassed. In fact, Harry sometimes felt that he was too selfish. He always hoped that others would love him more, but how could there be such a person in this world.

Hermione saw it, "I've always thought of you as my brother."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have always regarded you as my sister."

Hermione smiled: "Of course, my dear brother."

So the atmosphere became lively again, and Hermione curiously asked how he got together with Ola, this time Harry didn't think it was pure curiosity, he said it more in a speculative tone, by the way, help Hermione guessed what Ron liked.

While they were chatting, the silver-haired girl ran out of the cellar with a stack of books in her arms, and her silver-bell-like laughter became more and more presumptuous away from the dean's office.

She walked too hastily, and the books fell down naturally. Harry squatted on the ground to help her pick up the books slowly, clipped the Valentine's Day gift to her notebook, and said a few more words by the way.

"Sorry, no Fratzer Hawks," said Harry, "they're so popular."

Ola was still squatting and laughing non-stop, as if turning a blind eye to his words.

"What's so funny?" He took a copy of "Power Potion" and handed it to her.

"I just sent a box of chocolates to Professor Snape," Ola said with a suppressed smile, "I picked the bitterest ones. Just now the headmaster took a bite, and his face looked like he had eaten Flobber slime."

After she finished speaking, there was another burst of laughter.

Harry's mood was also much lighter: "Then next time you send it to class, I want to see it more clearly."

Hermione, who was standing next to her, let out a chuckle.

"But the dean is going to shut me down until the end of the term," Ola said, handing him a black notebook. "Here's your Valentine."

Harry glanced around, and quickly picked up the notebook on the floor, which was full of beautiful handwriting (duplicated and rewritten spells) that she had transcribed, but it was definitely Malfoy's.

His tone was quite cold, "I thought you would give me that box of chocolates."

"How is it possible," Aura said with a smile, "You don't lack love, how many people like you, you have many people who love you." Her voice softened a lot: "...I just like you very much."

Harry lowered his head to pick up the books, he curled up his lips, and was coaxed by her again.

His lake-like eyes are rippling softly, "I will study hard, happy Valentine's Day."

But Harry had some doubts in his heart. He completely lost confidence in learning this technique under Snape's teaching. He even felt that Dumbledore specially made him and Snape conflict in this class.

The only motivation to study was to keep Snape from finding out that he liked the students of their house.

Ola was still smiling: "Then I'll wait for your good news."

Hermione helped her finish the last book, and while the lovers on the way back from Hogsmeade looked at her, she slapped Harry on the back: "We're leaving."

Ola hastily put away all the books, raised her head, and walked past them indifferently.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Only he can hear it.

Hermione looked helplessly at the green-eyed boy eating while suppressing a smile. When he looked up at Ola, he saw Malfoy beside her who was joking with her.

Hermione subconsciously glanced at Ron who was eating chicken legs.

Ron was also stunned: "Brother, maybe the prefect and the female classmate said a few words..."

"Or a few words between friends," Hermione thought for a while, "She only has a few friends, and you saw how sad she looked when she only had Pansy."

Ron suddenly said: "Actually, with their family's situation, she should play well with families like ours."

Hermione glared at him: "But her family didn't teach anything good..."

"Enough," Harry said abruptly, startling them, "Let's eat."

And Ora was holding the plate, and she couldn't help laughing when she heard Draco say that the scholar's quill surprised him, and when he said that Granger blushed when he heard Weasley's name.

"Granger doesn't seem to have a good eye," he sneered, "but it's fitting, a pure-blood traitor and a Mudblood are a perfect match. Oh, I remembered you don't like the word Mudblood. "

Ola: "Did you really see Granger blushing?"

"There will be no fakes." He said firmly.

Draco watched her holding the book when he saw a team pen hanging from the page.

Ola thought about it, it made sense for Granger to like Ron, and Ron's personality was quite interesting, but if that was the case, wouldn't Granger, who had liked Percy before, like Weasley?

She suddenly took a closer look, and the prefect badge on Draco's chest was replaced with a capital I again.

"The badge of the Special Operations Investigation Team," Ola asked, "is it not as good as our Slytherin prefects?"

Draco smiled smugly, "You don't understand, now Professor Umbridge has a special right over us."

"What right?"

He suddenly raised his chin, as if he was picking out poor people on the long and lively table next door. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the Weasley twins who were fighting with their classmates, and said sarcastically: "George Weasley and Frey De Weasley, if you don't eat well, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

George and Fred paused, and then both burst out laughing in unison.

"Hi buddy, see his funny badge?"

"I know, that probably means Idiot."

"Or Insane."

Immediately, the whole auditorium burst into laughter, almost all the students except Slytherin sneered, as if mocking Draco's behavior.

Ola stared at the Gryffindor table angrily, and just as she was about to speak, Allen yelled, "Ola!"

Her brother was holding a knife and fork, his lips were drawn into a thin line, like the calm before the storm.Ola trembled subconsciously, and then ran towards Allen's seat.

When Draco saw the girl he liked running over, he immediately died down for the most part.

But he continued to taunt: "Okay, Weasley, Weasley doesn't respect Professor Umbridge, fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Ola was looking up depressed. Maybe five points can't be found, but fifty points can definitely tell that Gryffindor's hourglass storing gems is missing a large piece of dazzling red.

"He is really a lunatic." Allen sneered, "This brain can be compared with his father who is a Death Eater."

Maybe Allen was right.

Anyway, after a few days, this special operations investigation team became a thorn in everyone's side, and everyone was afraid of the person wearing this shiny badge, and at the same time, isolation began.

Especially after the magazine "The Quibbler" was banned by Umbridge, many Hogwarts students saw this report about the mysterious man's resurrection, and they couldn't bear to doubt those fake newspapers—" Pettigrew escaped from prison and the mysterious man revived, which the Daily Prophet refused to admit.

Ola's relationship with other academies was mediocre, and she didn't go to the DA training these days because of the confinement.

Professor Snape was also upset with her, but he couldn't deduct points from his own college, so he moved Ola to the farthest corner, making her stare at a group of Muttra rats soaked in jars.

One day, she finished processing a large piece of beetle eyeballs, and presented them to the dean tremblingly.

Professor Snape's face was ugly, "Egil, are you really going to change your surname to Potter? Look at the things you made, it's worse than Gryffindor's school robes..."

Olla shrank her head, thinking that the headmaster was going to curse again, but Snape just waved her impatiently to get out.

Fortunately, it didn't take long this time.

Maybe it was because her footsteps were too brisk, and Professor Snape wanted to scold her a few words, but Ola quickly trot out, stuck his words in his throat, and hesitated to speak.

Ola held the book with a snickering smile, thankful that she had escaped from the suffocating cellar again.

When she reached the familiar stairwell, she inexplicably stopped and looked inside, only to find a pair of emerald green eyes looking at her in the darkness.

"Harry?" Ora cast a spell, running to look at him.

The corridor was so dark that his fingers could not be seen, he just stood quietly on it, and he didn't know how long time had passed, so he stayed on the stairs in silence.

She ran over excitedly, threw herself into his arms, and let Harry hold him.

His arms are full of the smell of grass blowing in the wind.

"Why are you waiting for me today?" Ola raised her head and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Harry laughed dryly, "Yes."

But his voice was very low, and there was a feeling of forced laughter.Ola sharply raised his head, but his expression could not be seen clearly in the corridor, only his shining green eyes could be seen.

"Ola, let me ask you a question," he asked softly, "what do you like about me?"

Why are you asking this kind of question?

She thought about it seriously, "You play Quidditch quite well."

Harry questioned: "But Krum played well too."

"But I know you first, and I don't support the Bulgarian team, they got a red card in the Europa League," Ola said immediately, "so I like you."

He said displeased: "Well, let me ask you a question, Ola, if you are a Gryffindor student, but you grew up playing well with a boy in Slytherin, then there is a Gryffindor Fendo's people are chasing you, which boy will you be with?"

"Of course, that Gryffindor is handsome," Harry added quickly, "and he's good at Quidditch, too."

Ola didn't hesitate: "Of course I choose that Gryffindor."

She was a little puzzled, was this a choice to assume her into Gryffindor?

But Ola also chose him in Slytherin.

There is no need to assume.

Harry frowned slightly: "No, you and that Slytherin are very good friends. This is the background. At that time, Voldemort was about to rise. You were a beautiful bitch wizard, and that Slytherin was a half-breed, but you and He is a very good friend, and there is a handsome Gryffindor student from a pure blood family who pursues you..."

"...But he has a bad personality, and he bullied your friend in public and humiliated him. Do you still like that Gryffindor?" His voice suddenly became dry.

Ola was even more puzzled, "Are you trying to humiliate Draco?"

Harry laughed angrily at her.

"No," he smiled for a while, then said seriously. "I want you to answer seriously."

Ola thought carefully, "But I don't know the cause and effect. Could it be that Gryffindor is jealous of my relationship with my friend, but I don't like that Gryffindor very much, so he took it out on my friend?"

Harry reluctantly said: "Maybe."

"According to what you said, he might not be a very nice person," Ola thought for a while, "How is my friend?"

Harry pursed his lips: "After that Slytherin humiliated him, he became so annoyed that he called you Mudblood."

"What!" Aura exclaimed, "This name is too rude. I am obviously a bitch wizard, but he dared to call me that. I must put some curses on his face to vent his anger!"

"But you didn't."

Harry continued to hypothesize: "Who do you choose between Slytherin and Gryffindor?"

"I don't choose anyone," Ola said angrily, "that Gryffindor is being rude and bullying my friends, and that Slytherin is insulting me, I'm going to find someone we respect and like. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go to Norway to find my dad.”

"No," he said stubbornly, "you can only choose from here, and you will treat all other men as dead."

Harry hugged her and whispered: "Let me add that that Slytherin Potion and Dark Arts are very good, and may have something to do with Voldemort, but that Gryffindor is on the side of justice. Have been friends with many different kinds of people, and never looked down on Muggles."

"Then I'll choose Gryffindor," Ola said. "If I were with that Slytherin, I would have died not long after. Death Eaters sacrificed to the Dark Lord."

Harry grinned lowly on her shoulder.

He didn't want to end the subject yet: "But it's annoying when you see that Gryffindor, because he probably humiliates your friends a lot, and you're not happy to see him, and you seem to hate him."

Ola suddenly understood.

Her face was flushed, and her voice was shy: "Then I, I may have always liked him."

Harry raised his head in bewilderment, trying to see her expression clearly, but he forgot that there was not even a window in this corridor, and a mouse would die tragically in the corridor without anyone noticing for weeks.

"Can you make it clear?" He asked eagerly, "Why do you like him?"

Ola moved her lips, and it took a few seconds to make it clear: "Because, um, because, I think he noticed me, and I don't want to become a cliché like other girls."

Harry froze holding her hand, "Say it again?"

"Because I like him, I want to get his attention!" Ola exclaimed angrily.

When she finished speaking, her face was very rosy, and she stomped her feet annoyed at what she said.

Harry thought for a few seconds, then looked at her in disbelief, lowered his head and kissed her hard, Ola responded shyly.

"Have you always liked me," he teased, "right, you have always liked me, so you have been bullying me to get my attention, you want to get my attention, don't you?"

Aura buried herself in his arms in embarrassment (as if it wasn't the one holding her back that day), and she dared not raise her head to speak.

Harry raised the corner of his mouth and asked her again, "Really, you have always liked me, haven't you? You told me that girls only hate him when they like someone to attract attention. Have you liked me since you stepped into this school?" I?"

"You are so narcissistic." Ola scolded him.

He withdrew his hand on his waist and started to tickle her. Ola was scratched and raised her small face, unnaturally shrunk into his arms, and said helplessly, "Stop scratching, okay, I'm I have always liked you."

Harry happily kissed her a few times, and Ola hid in his arms, but she was kissed in the end.

He raised his head and couldn't help it: "So, my mother has always liked my father, but she refused to admit it. My father also likes her, and Snape may also like my mother. My father took action to teach him, but the method is useless. ,Yes or no?"

Aura looked at him in surprise, as if suspecting that her ears were wrong.

"Yes, it must be so."

Harry seemed to hypnotize himself again: "He's just not doing it right."

Aura nodded: "That's right."

What is he talking about?

But Harry was relieved. After seeing this memory, he felt burning in his heart, even cold and sad. The statue of his noble father in his heart seemed to have collapsed. He actually began to sympathize with Snape...sympathy for what happened to him in public ...

He even began to suspect that his father had forced his mother back then.

But maybe, the way of pursuing girls is useless, he accidentally taught his friend the girl he likes, but the method is wrong...

Ola asked again, "Harry, can you repeat what you just said?"

"What?" He turned his head, "It seems to be, oh, I said this is the story of my mother back then."

"So, Snape likes your mother?" Ola felt as if her three views had collapsed.

She thought Professor Snape was a bachelor who hadn't had a heart for 35 years.