[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola felt that getting along with Gryffindor was a mistake, and she learned more and more knowledge that she should not know, from all aspects.

When she was once again kissed to death by her boyfriend in the dark corridor (he was too happy), Ola helplessly packed up her clothes and tie, and finally Harry gave her another kiss on the forehead.

"I went to speak to Sirius," Harry said, "I want to ask more about my dad."

He's more paternal than Draco is.

And she doesn't like to speak her mind to others. If it was Aura, she would be suffocated to death.

Ola nodded, and couldn't wait to go back to the dormitory. Pansy was continuing to finish her scarf. Ola lay on the bed and said in a ghostly and wolf-howling tone, "The dean actually has someone he likes!"

Daphne Greengrass pulls back the curtains: "Who!"

Ola said nothing.

Pan Xi smiled, and led the topic out: "Actually, it's not normal for someone he doesn't like, but I'm also curious, because I thought his lover was a crucible."

"So who is it?" Daphne climbed out of bed.

"I don't know," Ola said, "I guess."

Daphne made a cut, and then Pan Xi exchanged a look with her, and the two understood with a tacit understanding.When she was going to bed at night, Pansy got in immediately, but Ola's thoughts had returned and she didn't dare to speak again.

"Student days anyway," Ola thought about the words, "unrequited love."

Dean, I really didn't expect you to be such a storyteller.

It's too miserable, liking a woman, being humiliated by her husband in public, and being a widow for her for 35 years, no wonder I don't like Harry all the time.

Ola sighed, the dean was miserable.

On the second day, Pansy, who was wearing a prefect badge, told her that the headmaster had canceled Ola's confinement, and she only needed to do potion homework three inches longer than others.

Great, Ola won't have to sleep at night.

Once again, she turned a blind eye to DA's hot gold Galleon, and sat in the Slytherin lounge doing homework, where there was a lot of homework about her.

Gore panted hurriedly: "Ola!"

"What's the matter?" she asked, "It's nothing serious."

"Ola," he hesitated, "Pansy asked me to tell you, she said you were paying attention to the small group that Professor Umbridge flagged..."

Ola was impatient: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Professor Umbridge is going to arrest that organization today," he said in a breath, "I've been watching for you."

Goyle looked at her with wet round eyes.

Ola stood up suddenly: "Thank you."

"No," Gal said, "you've always taken care of me like that."

She was spinning in no time, scrambling like an ant on a hot pan in the Slytherin common room.How should she tell Harry about this, they have already gone in, is Ola going to drag them out in front of Umbridge?

Ola thought for a while, then dropped her homework and ran into the kitchen.

"Very well, Neville," said Harry, standing beside him, "much better, your Patronus can see shapes now."

Neville scratched his head in embarrassment, "Really?"

Harry was thinking about words of encouragement, when suddenly Dobby appeared out of nowhere, with the eight croissants on his head crooked, and he said nervously, "Mr. Potter!"

A bad premonition gradually rose in his heart.

"Mr. Potter—" the house-elf yelled sadly, "the house-elf has been warned not to speak, and she, she—Miss Egil is calling you to go."

This sentence undoubtedly brought panic to these people. The little patron saints that were originally lit in the room gradually dimmed, replaced by people's exclamations. Their eyes were all on Harry for help, and Hermione also panicked. Harry could only force himself to calm down.

"What are you waiting for?" he roared, "Run!"

Those people hurried towards the gate, and Hermione and Ron shouted to him to go away amidst the crowd struggling to squeeze out.

"Dobby, here's an order - go back down to the kitchen and stay with the other elves, and if she asks if you've reported me, lie and say no!" Harry said hastily, "And, I won't allow you to hurt yourself!"

Ola rubbed her somewhat messy silver hair, thinking about how to stop Umbridge from going to the eighth floor, she could only rack her brains to think about these issues while walking.

When she reached the eighth floor, she was sweating profusely, and finally saw a group of people circling anxiously in front of the dung.

But when she was about to walk over, those people had already cleaned it up, and her friends were all wearing shiny gold badges, with an I on it so dazzling that Goyle had already mixed in.And Umbridge's chunky figure was at the front, smiling proudly and arrogantly.

Draco was the first to look back, and he saw her with coldness in his gray-blue eyes.

Ola took a deep breath, stepped forward and secretly took Pansy's hand, and followed behind them.

Umbridge felt it, and glanced back: "Oh, Miss Egil, I remember that your mother is the Minister of International Magical Law of the German Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, my father is in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge smiled kindly, "Why didn't you come to our place before?"

"Prisoned by Professor Snape, has been busy with OWLs." Ola immediately found an excuse.

Umbridge laughed all over his face, "Stupid boy, children from families like yours don't need these things, Ola, why are you so stupid?"

Her tone was very kind and gentle, like a sweet teenage girl, but it made Ola shudder.

There were no people on the eighth floor, only a few Gryffindor students. They panickedly avoided the group of people, but Umbridge smiled even bigger, and she couldn't wait to walk towards them.

Draco suddenly became excited, "Leg Lock Curse."

Neville, who was about to hide in the Gryffindor dormitory, collapsed at the door.

"Great, Draco, fifty points for Slythering—you hurry up and send a few people to the library," Umbridge said with a beaming smile, "see if anyone is out of breath, And the owl house, and as for you, Miss Parkinson, you check the girls' bathroom."

She lifted Neville up and said viciously, "As for you, open the Gryffindor dormitory for me now, Longbottom."

"Draco," Umbridge said, turning his head and smiling again, "you go find Potter elsewhere."

Draco glanced back, "Ola, follow me."

Olla's anxious lips trembled as she eagerly followed the trio of Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe.

The library was quite near here, she breathed a sigh of relief, and Draco walked around casually, and finally found Cho and Seid, and a large number of Hufflepuffs.

"It's all suspicious." Draco sneered.

"Why is it suspicious?" She said lightly, "Maybe it's because the young lovers are out of breath."

Draco snorted coldly, nodded his fingers forward, and then walked out the door.

Ola quickly followed him. In fact, the physique of a witch is not as strong as that of a wizard, at least when it comes to running.After trotting a few steps behind him, she could keep up with Draco's brisk pace.

"Draco, Draco, I beg you to go slowly!" Ola called from behind.

But he was still walking forward, and the exquisite black robe was rolling rapidly in front of him.

She must give them a little delay.

But it may not be useful, because if you hide in the dormitory, it will be over.Ola comforted herself, and didn't have to think so much. There was an invisibility cloak in Harry's dormitory, and it might be that there was a problem with the agreement paper.

I don't know if they hid it well.

Draco stood straight at the door of the boys' bathroom.

She wobbled on the spot uneasily, like a crawling ant panicking when it suddenly realizes that the food has been taken away.

"Come on, Draco!" Crabbe yelled from inside, and he almost pulled Harry out of the way. "Here he is, he's in it!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Excellent."

Ola grabbed his hand, "Draco, please don't be nice, our friendship for so many years..."

His big palm pulled her hand, Ola staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Gore helped her up.

"Great," Draco's hawthorn wand slapped happily in his palm, "Potter, you've always been very proud, walking around the campus with this ugly scar every day, wishing everyone could Turning around you, Ola is also tempted, isn't she?"

She raised her head in surprise, as if she felt that she had hidden well before.

Draco took out a Harpies limited edition pen from his pocket, and threw it on the ground full of sewage, splashing thousands of layers of water in an instant.

"You never noticed that you like to put your unfinished homework in the lounge," he said indifferently, "and you don't like the Holyhead Harpies, you have always supported the Fratcha Eagles."

Ola's heart was more than half cold, she glanced at Harry full of guilt, he was half-bending his knees, staring up at Draco, his face was stern, and he was not at all afraid of what would happen next.

Draco sneered, "Look, Ola, how miserable he is now, what do you like about him, is it his stupid scars, or his tattered clothes?"

"Of course, Ola was just pushed a little bit by Alan," he kicked Harry hard in the direction, "You're just pushed, you just want to try the feeling of being in love, so you find With such a thing, what good is Scarhead?"

The corner of Harry's jaw bulged instantly.

Draco continued to mock, "I don't even know what's so good about him. In terms of grades, he can't compare to Granger, and in terms of appearance, he can't compare to Cedric. Heh, he's still an orphan without parents!"

Harry was furious instantly, "Say it again!"

"I said, you're an orphan without a father or a mother," Draco leaned forward and emphasized loudly, "You're a pure-blood traitor and a mudblood bastard! It's worth playing with a pure-blood traitor, I Next time should write a 'Potter is our king...'"

Suddenly, with a bang, Crabbe, who was clutching Harry's shoulders, was thrown to the ground. Goyle hurriedly dragged his heavy body out of the puddle, but failed.

And Harry's veins were bulging, and he punched Draco's face with a fist, blood slowly oozing from the dripping ground.

Aura was so frightened that she couldn't take her eyes off the scene in front of her. She could see Harry's green eyes were full of angry red threads, and he swung his fist holding the snitch, hitting Draco with his stomach covered with stars.

Draco was still lying on the ground howling.

"Gregory!!" she yelled helplessly.

However, Goyle over there was completely stunned, but what made Ola's heart cold was that Crabbe was sitting on the puddle, but there was a malicious light in his eyes, as if Harry had vented his anger on him.

"Gregory, pull them up," Ola begged, "I'm sure I can't..."

Draco's screams became more and more miserable. She took out her wand tremblingly, but couldn't remember a single spell.

"Harry, I beg you not to hit..."

"You guys stop..."

Harry didn't stop beating Draco until Aura kept throwing obstacles at him. His lips were trembling with excitement, and he was sweating profusely, but his green eyes were like a lion stained with gold at this moment, vicious and cruel Protect everything on the grassland.

And Draco, clutching his belly and howling pitifully, his face was bloody.

Ola's wand trembled and fell to the ground. She looked around for help, but saw members of the Special Operations Investigation Team and Umbridge, several arrested DA members, and even McGregor with green eyes. Professor Greg, the Headmaster, and Minister Fudge, they all stood in the stairwell and watched for a long time.

As her spell wore off, Harry leaned over Draco's horrified gaze, raising an eyebrow happily.

"Even if I'm not pureblood, but—" he said, "you can only kiss her in her sleep, can't you?"

Draco's pupils narrowed for a moment.

Ola stood by the corridor, she looked at Harry annoyed and annoyed, but he kissed her quickly, his face was wet, and he threw a wet object into her arms.

It's a Holyhead Harpies limited edition pen with blood on it.