[hp] Pride and Prejudice

She shook her head, wishing she wasn't being silly, Draco definitely didn't want to see her.

Maybe he still hated Ola.

Ora's legs are filled with lead when she thinks back to that night, she refuses to think about the night when she lost her best friend, and friendship is like a broken vase with only shards all over the floor.

Love is also fake.

After returning to her room, she developed a high fever.

In a vague way, she was lying on the bed and whispering. Alan seemed to have taken care of her once when he came back, but Ola still felt uncomfortable sniffing her nose. Mrs. Weasley gave her a lot of medicine to treat colds, and Hermione still Thoughtfully gave some sour pop candies (all bought by Sirius), but she just didn't get better.

Ola had a dream.

She dreamed that she was walking around Malfoy Manor, and Draco was flying arrogantly, and then the two hit it off, and decided to go naughty and pull the white peacock's fur together, or go to the nearby Muggles The village bullies the children in the neighbourhood.

But Ola liked being with Pansy the most at that time, and only with Pansy did she feel like a girl.

Now she wants to have a sixsome together.

She burned uncomfortably, and remembered her brother's disgusted expression when she was a child who didn't want to touch her, Alto used his wand to make her fly to the ceiling, the six warm pictures of them, and finally the expression of Harry kissing her under the moon...

A pair of dry and thin hands stretched out, as if holding a spring of clear water in their palms, which inexplicably reassured her a lot.

The familiar voice sighed softly and said softly, "Go to sleep."

After Ola slept for several nights, she finally regained her senses.But Ola didn't want people to see her in a mess, especially when there was a veela underneath, so she knocked on her brother's door and called him to go down and serve her dinner.

She dragged her seriously ill body to knock on Alan's door, exhausting all her strength every time, but the door didn't open for a long time.

Ola knocked more and more desperately, and finally her heavy body fell on the door, without any strength left.She suddenly felt that the whole world had abandoned her, and she fell down at the door and cried.

"There must be a lot of sugar on the second floor of the Weasley joke shop. I keep my previous idea and put a large pot of special love potion in the lobby." Allen said while drawing the blueprint.

Fred shook his head: "A pot of love potion will definitely attract many people's footsteps, and I definitely don't want to see other things..."

George eats kumquats beside them.

Harry put down the large plate of steak that Mrs. Weasley had just given him, and pretended to mention it casually: "Did you hear the crying?"

Sirius tried to walk upstairs on crutches.

They froze for a few seconds, and the violent discussion suddenly stopped. Allen pushed the chair away vigorously, making a harsh creaking sound on the floor.Immediately afterwards he trotted upstairs and saw his sister lying at his door, crying bitterly.

"What's wrong?" He immediately hugged Ola up.

Ola couldn't stop crying, "You, why did you come here..."

"I'm sorry," Allen patted her on the back carefully, "Oh, I'm sorry Ola, my brother is eating downstairs, and my brother didn't mean to..."

Ola burst into his arms and cried, "You've been ignoring me..."

"I'm sorry," Allen coaxed her, "My brother has been busy making jokes about the store. I really want to have a store. Don't cry, Ola. Are you hungry? My brother will bring you something to eat right away."

Liar, you are always busy.

Ola hummed, with tears still on her cheeks. When Allen got up, she happened to catch a glimpse of a crowd of people watching her bustling outside the door. Ola immediately turned cold and turned her back to them.

"Ola," Sirius was leaning against the door, "shall I close the door?"

She was furious: "Sirius! Don't you want my brother to come in?"

Sirius shrugged, "I kind of forgot."

Ellen took the oatmeal specially cooked by Mrs. Weasley and brought it up slowly, and Sirius closed the door thoughtfully, keeping those who deliberately came to see her jokes out of the door.

Allen took a sip of the porridge and slowly stretched it out: "Why are you losing your temper? You never lost your temper before."

"I don't know either," Ola cried, "I just feel wronged. It stands to reason that only the two of us know each other in this room. You should focus on me. In the end, you said you wanted to Go to open a shop, get so close to the Weasleys every day, you said before that I can't be with the Weasleys..."

Allen sighed: "But you are at Weasley's house now."

"And the Weasleys are nice too," he considered, "don't you think George and Fred are very interesting? I think you and George just have a good time, and don't you like being with your brother?" ?”

Ola acted like a baby: "But I want my brother to accompany me today."

Allen hummed, and fed her porridge softly (although she had never eaten cereal), but Ola inexplicably found the warm happiness when she was a child, and she fell asleep peacefully after drinking the porridge.

In the dream, she is also happy.

The next morning, Ola was still looking sick, but she was much better—she was naturally white, her lips were naturally light pink, her silver hair was as thick as seaweed, her indifferent The gray-blue eyes revealed a natural laziness.

She is beautiful even when she is sick.

She thought happily.

At the same time, Allen was yelling her name downstairs, and Ola ran down straight away.

... She wanted to run back as soon as she got down.

On Allen's shoulder was a strange owl, and in his hand were two letters bearing the Hogwarts school emblem.

Ola's heart skipped a beat, "Do you have my OWLs report card?"

In fact, she didn't need to ask, because the Gryffindor classmates next to her in the same level were holding the same letter. Their hands were shaking, and Harry took off the envelope with his uncontrollable fingers.Ron was also frantically unpacking his test results, and Hermione's hands were shaking so much that her owl was shaking too.

"It's okay," Allen reassured her, "Our family doesn't expect you to have good grades, just pass all-around. My NEWTs are eight Os, and Debbie won't blame you for your poor grades."

I'm afraid I won't pass.

Ola immediately snatched the letter in his hand and carefully pressed it on his chest: "Let's open it together."

"I think so too." Hermione took a few breaths: "Let's go together."

Ola exhaled, and then firmly opened the report card.

Ola Astrid Egil's grades are as follows (pass grade: excellent (O), good (E), pass (A), fail grade: poor (P), very poor (D) very poor (T)):

Astronomy: P

Protect magical creatures: A

Charms: O

Defense Against the Dark Arts: E

Divination: P

Herbalism: E

History of Magic: T

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

"My potion has an O!" Ola yelled, "I want to marry the dean!"

Harry's smile disappeared in an instant.

Allen took the opportunity to ask her: "Well, it's okay, how many OWLs have you passed?"

Aura immediately said: "Six doors."

But her potion has an O, and she's had an A for five full years.

Ron on the other side exclaimed: "That's right, I knew your defense against the dark arts would be top-notch... I've passed seven gates!"

Harry gave a nonchalant hum, and listened to the situation on the other side with his ears pricked up.

Allen frowned, as if wanting to reprimand her, Ola raised her eyebrows immediately: "But I'm already great, aren't I?"

She looked at the report card with vivid eyes, feeling that she couldn't get enough of it.

"Not bad!" said Mrs. Weasley proudly, ruffling Ron's hair. "Seven OWLs, more than Fred and George combined!"

Ola was so happy that she almost jumped up. When she was happy, her eyebrows and eyes were particularly vivid and charming.

Sirius also moved over with great effort, and patted the shoulder of his godson who was looking at her, and then the two black-haired men began to discuss in a low voice.

Ola pulled Allen excitedly and said, "You know what? I always felt that the dean liked me very much. As soon as I reached OWLs, he found a reason to put me in confinement. He must be for my own good. He must be love. mine!"

"Well," Harry sneered from afar, "I think Filch's caning is more interesting than his cellar."

Ola turned a deaf ear: "When I first entered the cellar, he praised me and said that I was very beautiful."

—I wish that when Mrs. Egil gave birth to you, she would give your poor head a little more of this face.

Ola continued: "Also called me cute."

—Compared to your useless potion, I think even trolls look cute.

Ola thought for a while, "I also said that if I am smart, I can go to the Ministry of Magic as soon as I graduate."

— Tsk, look at how thick your bubble stems are cut, and your clumsy movements are comparable to those of the Ministry of Magic.

Allen looked at her suspiciously, full of doubts in his mind; Hermione on the side was very angry, as if he couldn't believe that even Snape was so biased, even a beautiful Slytherin female student who didn't do well in class. nice words.And Ron was stunned.

Sirius sneered: "Merlin, if the slug can say such a thing, I guess he won't have to be single for 35 years."

"I've beautified a little bit," Ola stretched out his fingers and gestured, blushing with joy. "Actually, he probably meant that. It's just that he can't say a word well, and the listener needs to understand the meaning."

Maybe no one taught the dean to speak normally.

Only Ola, who has been taken by the dean for almost six years, can hear the voice-over.

Harry sarcastically: "Maybe it's more than a little bit. He probably spends cursing people except for the time he holds the cauldron and talks about love."

"Hey," Sirius lowered his head, "I didn't know my godson had such a side. Your eloquence is much better than your father, just like your mother."

Harry froze for a moment, and the sneer on his lips instantly became incongruous, and he stood there shyly alone.

"I want to write a letter to Honeydukes and pick the most delicious chocolate for the dean." Ola continued happily, "I also want to write a letter to him, you are black-haired, I am silver-haired, I was born to be yours Student; you are smart, I am stupid, you are the god sent by Merlin to save me..."

Ron said: "If I were Professor Snape, I would throw away this nasty letter."

"No," Ola turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "No, I'm a beauty, how could a man reject me?"

The silver-haired girl smiled gracefully, and turned back quickly, her waterfall-like hair flashed behind her, and her graceful back disappeared from everyone's sight within a few seconds.

Since the OWLs and NEWTs did well, everyone unanimously decided to celebrate in the form of Quidditch (Hermione was not happy with this decision), but there was a little doubt when dividing into teams.

"Whether it's by college or surname," Allen frowned, "Ola and I are always a pair of chasers. We don't even have a goalkeeper or a seeker."

There were seven Weasleys on the opposite side.

Gryffindor was almost full.

Ginny suddenly said, "It's okay, I can be your team's Seeker."

Ola looked at her suspiciously, Ginny Weasley too?Never heard of her doing anything amazing, she probably never even rode a broom.Could it be that this beautiful upstart also became a Quidditch upstart?

Ginny looked at her a little angrily, "You don't believe me?"

"Do you have any results?" Ola said bluntly, "Shut up if you don't, don't believe me, I only believe in the results on the field, if you have the ability, show me some strength."

Allen patted her on the shoulder, "Forget it, we might as well play with a new technology."

"Why don't we," he said, "what if we're going to keep the keeper and the Chaser? Just a few more Quaffles in the game, because the best Seeker is right in front of us, and we can see him." Technology."

Harry scratched his hair uneasily, his disheveled haircut and tall, thin frame were as impressive as his Seeker skills.

"So be it," said Fred first, "Harry and I will be the Chasers, and George the Keeper."

"I haven't been one." George exclaimed strangely.

Ola looked around, and finally locked on Ron: "Ron, I think your goalkeeping skills are not bad. Come to our team and give us a win. You can do it."

Ron raised his eyes in surprise, and finally nodded vigorously: "I swear by the courage of Gryffindor and the dignity of a man."

"A bunch of fans," Hermione complained angrily.

So the war broke out, and they all flew into the sky on the broom that the Weasley family had eliminated for many years. Sirius stared at the sky with great interest, and sat on the commentary platform to explain.

Six people flew directly to the sky.

"Harry headed for the kumquat tree first, ah, a Bludger hit, oh, no batter, this Bludger hit Fred directly on the head - luckily he didn't fall dead -"

Fred hung on the tree and struggled for a while, then summoned the broom with the Flying Charm and rode on again.

Sirius continued: "Harry flew over with the Quaffle in his hands-he is worthy of being a Seeker for six years, and he is fast in finding the ball. Oh, Ola and her brother Alan chased him in his direction, why? , are they going to knock Harry off? Harry, hurry up and knock Olla off first—"

Aura glared at the seat angrily, "I'll knock you down."

Sirius turned a blind eye, "Ola just praised me for being handsome."

She was so angry that she didn't even want to chase the ball anymore, but she continued according to the principle of respecting every Quidditch match. She immediately flew to the kumquat tree to pick some kumquats, and gave Harry a hard blow on the back. hit.

But Harry sensed the danger, and immediately dodged cleverly, and the kumquat hit the dazed Ron.

"Ah! Ola Egil!!!" he snarled, "Your accuracy in the game!"

Ola said mischievously, "I'm sorry."

She continued to fly, trying to grab the ball from Harry, but he had already passed Alan's defense and scored.

"Beautiful!" Sirius boasted sincerely, "How much like James, he can always score good goals-oh, why did George suddenly fly into the bushes, isn't he a goalkeeper?"

Ola made a sloth and rolled around the tree, skillfully dodging the Bludger, but suddenly her eyes dimmed, and a strange liquid and pain hit her face.

"My face!" Olla screamed, "I'm going to kill George Weasley!"

She immediately opened her eyes angrily, no matter how embarrassed she was, she threw the kumquats high, and threw her elbows hard at George's face.

George is unrecognizable: "Ola Egil!"

Allen immediately flew to her side, and the two Slytherin Chasers started their old habit again. Allen directly picked up a wooden stick, and forcibly changed their kumquats. Her anger started the Chaser's endless ball throwing mode, and she and George hammered each other more than eleven balls.

Harry also stuffed a lot of kumquats in his arms, but he only dared to throw them in Alan's face.

By the end, everyone's faces were covered in orange juice, but a ball changed course - Ron actually threw a kumquat in Hermione's hair.

"Ronald!" Hermione raised her head from a tree angrily.