[hp] Pride and Prejudice

The author has something to say: Mrs. Malfoy gave me so many bottles of nutrient solution, what's wrong, do you like your husband being beaten so much?

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Let’s put on a post-war extravaganza, a sudden inspiration

The setting is still the original and the patch

This was the second time Sarah had seen the man.

He always stands quietly by the railing, staring at the stands with eyes as calm as lake water—there is a paradise for hip-hop skateboard lovers.Sarah couldn't bear to be suspicious, and stared suspiciously at his messy hair. Could it be that a man who looks so steady likes this kind of exercise?

When she decided to prolong the time and continued to stare at the man, a silver-haired girl rode over on a skateboard, showed off a difficult skill in the air, and finally landed beside him lightly.

The black-haired man turned his head, bad, they knew each other.

Sara hated her own inaction. Good things were stolen, and she shouldn't just look at them here.

But after having this idea, almost the next second, the silver-haired girl glared at her fiercely, her gray-blue eyes shimmering with anger.

She kissed him resoundingly on the face as if claiming everything.

"Another Muggle peeking at you," Ola said complacently, "but well, you're already mine."

Harry couldn't help laughing.

In a November report by Rita Skeeter - "I don't think Ola Egil Porter has the sparkle to make it to the Fratzer Eagles. Well, the wizarding world is happy to give the surname Porter's people keep doors open from all walks of life."

She tore up the "Daily Prophet" angrily.

In the international league match in December, Ola tried his best to compete, but in the end, he used too much force, fell from a height of more than ten feet, and drank two large cans of raw bone water.

After cleaning up the Death Eaters, Harry finally had an excuse to take a break, and took half a year's vacation, so they went to the United States—a place where they don't have to worry about being troubled by the savior's false name.

The two also agreed not to go as wizards, but to pretend to be two harmless Muggles.

For them, it is a strange thing.

At least he doesn't have to see Aura anymore, he always sits quietly on the sofa, his eyes focus on a certain object, seems to be caught in a certain memory, and there is a calm and non-negligible aura floating around him.

He's been caught up in that one war that's already been fought.

For Aura, she seemed to be less affected by the war and was not affected at all.

Harry teased, "Because your perception of emotions is relatively poor, relatively slow."

Cut, after reading a few books, I will show off.

He also began to read psychology books to perceive himself.

But being away from England is a good thing. No one goes to Godric's Hollow to lay flowers, no one mentions the Savior in reverence, away from the haze, heavy rain and cloudy weather.

Only the bright blue skies of California now.

"Today, I went to see some members of the skateboarding club dancing hip-hop," Aolahui reported, "One danced popping, and the other danced hip-hop, which is more popular now. As a result, the hip-hop dancer just came out and fell. One fall and the battle is over, I almost died laughing."

Harry hummed, clicked on the machine, and two cans of Coke came down.

She picked up a can: "What do we eat today, do we still go to KFC or Starbucks?"

"Cooking today."

Ola opened the tab, and a stream of boiling liquid bubbled from the compression jar.There happened to be a black child of a few years old on the street, with big curious eyes open, Ola frowned on purpose, and shook the Coca-Cola in his hand like a threat, as if to throw a grenade at him Play the same.

The child was frightened and cried.

Harry turned his head with a feeling, and Ola immediately changed from the posture of looking up and laughing, and looked at him with a pitiful look.

"I'm sorry," she apologized first, "but it's not my fault, it's the bottle of Coke that scared him."

He sighed helplessly, "You."

Harry didn't know how many times he had seen this scene.

In the end, he didn't speak, just walked slowly down the street holding her hand, and then turned into a supermarket.When she entered the Muggle supermarket for the first time, Ola was taken aback. She had never seen such a complete place with everything, but now she felt that she should learn something in Diagon Alley.

"What would you like to eat?" Harry asked lightly.

Ola put her foot on the steel rod behind the supermarket trolley, "Whatever, isn't there so much to eat?"

"And then," he drawled, "you'll tell me when I check out that you want pizza or something."

Ola covered her mouth and smiled in embarrassment, and she wanted to shrink back into the cart.

Harry slapped her ass, and said with a sullen face, "Stop laughing, and talk quickly, okay?"

"Salad?" Ola thought for a while, "I heard from a dancing girl that she often ate salad to lose weight, but ended up getting fatter after eating salad dressing for half a month."

She was a little proud, "I want to eat salad too, I want to experience it."

Harry nodded, then randomly picked up a few salad dressings from the shelf, and finally decided to check out.

He pushed the cart, and Ola took advantage of the opportunity to sit in the cart, holding a lot of vegetables and salad dressing in his hand.The cashier aunt looked at her with a surprised look, and Ola met her eyes and smiled.

After scanning them, the cashier asked Harry strangely, "Why is she sitting in the cart?"

"Because I'm pregnant." Aura lied without changing her expression.

"Because she can't take care of herself." Harry didn't change his face either.

The two looked at each other, and said tacitly: "Because of pregnancy, I can't take care of myself."

The cashier satisfies their curiosity and puts their things into plastic bags, and Ola walks out of the cart in a logical manner, grabbing a bottle of drink, and Harry takes the plastic bag.

The block where the two live is not far from here.

In fact, Ola is a bit used to this kind of life, except that she was not used to these Muggles at first, but later she also found the Muggle world quite interesting, and it has a different beauty from the wizarding world.

She got into the skateboard club every day, learning to skate while watching them sing rap and play hip-hop.

As for Harry, he is quite busy. Sometimes he wants to learn a driver's license, sometimes he takes classes at a nearby university, and sometimes he learns to learn an instrument-because once he is free, the memories of those old stories will flood in in mind.

Other than that, the two are like an ordinary Muggle couple.

Aura turned her head and watched him walking on the road with a dazed expression.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

Harry froze for a moment before replying, "Well, I'm thinking, if we have a child, what should we name it."

"What's your name?" Ola exhaled slightly.

Fortunately, I didn't feel guilty for those people again.

"Well," he said softly, "James Sirius Potter for boys, and Lily Potter for girls, how about it?"

Harry's eyes seemed to be filled with the stillness of a lake.

Ola was silent for a moment, she looked towards the graffitied wall, and after a while, he heard——

"Harry, have you been engaging in advertising and investment recently?"

So it became a waste wood.

Harry slapped her lightly angrily.

Back at that home, this became even more proficient. Ola took off her shoes and jumped towards the sofa with a cheer, then found a remote control to adjust a station that had nothing to do with the war, while Harry put on an apron skillfully, lowered his eyes and went to the kitchen Washing vegetables inside, the slanting sunshade in the evening draws a layer of warm sunshine on his side face.

He is cracking eggs now.

In fact, Ola felt a little guilty. She didn't know anything, and she couldn't take care of herself without the house elves.

In the Muggle world too, without house-elves, she was dependent on machines, or else to buy things.Harry didn't dislike her, it must be because she was too rich.

Ola lay lazily on the sofa, and when he was almost finished, she ran over with a smile and untied his apron.

"Today is half a minute." She said joyfully, "It's a few seconds less than last time, yeah!"

He hummed in a low voice, as if to give her an encouragement.

"I didn't cook salad at the Dursleys' house," Harry said distressedly, "I don't know if that's what you want, it's a pity, my cooking skills don't seem to have improved much in these few short months."

Ola hurriedly said: "But it's much better than mine, it must be delicious."

Of course you have to praise him more, otherwise what if he doesn't do it in the future?

Ola hooked a small piece of carrot with a fork, and the smell of salad dressing burst into the taste buds, and a novel taste rose into the mouth.

"It's really good." She praised.

Harry smiled.

Ola walked on the floor barefoot, like an ant that can't find its way.Occasionally, she could still hear a few gunshots in the neighborhood. She didn't know what it was for when she first came here.

When she figured it out later, she had a new hobby of intentionally pissing off people with guns and running away when they shot them—like those medieval people who were deliberately arrested in exchange for burning and escaping. witch-like.

But that's actually cruel to Muggles.

Ola did it once or twice and quit.

She could almost see the innocent bodies, but that was Harry's idea of ​​moving in.

One day, Ola was about to go out with the skateboard, and saw the expression on his face when he saw the corpses-numb, kind, but reminded himself of cruelty.

What has he sacrificed for the hard-won peace of today.