[hp] Pride and Prejudice

This is simply challenging Ola's dignity.

The pride that Egil developed is deeply engraved in her bones. Not only was she born into a wealthy family, but she also has a superior pedigree and impeccable appearance. So far, she has only had occasional minor troubles.

But someone turned her down twice!

Aura curled up angrily and cried in the room, and the two experiences that humiliated her were playing in turn, and they repeated like nightmares.What made her even more angry was what Harry had said to her.

What do you mean you want to talk to her right after you arrive?

Is her temper that bad?They can't stand her can they?

Apart from wanting to sleep with her, it is estimated that he has no other feelings for her, because hormonal feelings are like this.

As night fell, the moonlight replaced the sun, and she lay on the bed decadently thinking about life.

Boys are lower body animals, and they only see girls as beautiful, but in fact they are, she used to bully Potter so much, what does Potter like about her?Isn't it this face?

Olla washed her face and decided to forget about the relationship tomorrow, as if he were Deliancep to Pansy.

At the beginning, she just thought that his first love was very face-saving, and she felt very good when he beat her with Quidditch.Ola thinks that she should learn from Pansy. If someone doesn't love her, she won't love her, and the next one will be better.

It's a pity that the order here is not allowed to send letters to the manor related to the Death Eaters.

Her estate was surrounded by Death Eaters, and the family was still a traitor to Death Eaters, and Karkaroff was also fleeing with his family.

Luckily Dumbledore was at school and no one dared to break into Hogwarts.

Ola was there thinking wildly, as long as she could think of one interesting thing, she could forget about the others.

On the second day, Ola went straight down wearing a wizard outfit. She rolled her cat eyes and showed the same smile as usual.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Aura, and asked casually, "Why are you wearing wizard robes?"

"Because there's no need to hide," Allen answered for her, as if he knew she didn't want to talk. "Just apply the transformation technique directly before entering the station. It must not be difficult to transform for two hours."

Hermione stopped her hands, which were arranging the jeans.

Sirius looked at the silent godson, and then looked back at Ola who deliberately avoided him: "Ola, why didn't you hug me when you left? You don't miss me anymore?"

Aura raised her head, stared at him for a few seconds, and then threw herself into his arms.

"I'll miss you." She mumbled.

Sirius hummed, his obsidian eyes flickered, Ola suddenly realized that he looked handsome from this angle, and then he slapped her on the top of the head, ruffling her hair.

"Have you hugged enough?" he said impatiently, "don't try to take advantage of me."

Aura glared at him, "I'm still taking advantage of you? Is your face stung by the stinging curse? It's so big."

However, after such an interruption, Ola's mood improved a lot.

She even had a little banter with Sirius, and when he was talking to the others (his godson), Ola pushed her silver hair to the front and watched carefully for split ends.

After Ellen said a few words of thanks to Mrs. Weasley, he carried her luggage and left.

Until entering King's Cross Station, Allen said: "I'm going to work as a clerk in the Weasley joke store later."

Aura looked at him in surprise, "You are really crazy, good Egil is not the owner of the house, but an employee of a joke shop?"

"How can I go back to Egil's house now?" Allen sneered, "Our family is in danger now, there is no situation for us to be neutral, or we will be killed by those lunatics..."

Their family turned their backs on the moody Dark Lord, and it was only a matter of time before they returned home that they would be dead.

Ola was almost forced to tears by what he said. Allen's tone was so bad, he must have wanted to scold her.She stood there aggrieved, kicking her little leather shoes around.

"Why are you so fierce to me!" She shouted uncontrollably, "Put down my luggage, I don't need you to take it!"

Allen also held back his anger and looked at her.

"Ola!" Hermione called after her. "Want to share a box with me? I mean, the girls are in a box!"

She specifically emphasized the latter sentence.

Ola didn't look back: "Thank you, I have my own friends."

After entering platform nine and three-quarters, Allen put her luggage directly on the ground.

Ola just watched him leave immediately, holding back tears and bent down, and when she was about to lift the box up, a polished leather shoe stepped on her wooden box.

The blond boy had grown almost two feet taller, his head thrown back proudly, his nostrils turned toward hers.

"Oh," Ola scolded with red eyes, "Draco, are you sick?"

Draco put down his shoes, and glanced indifferently at the Gryffindor pile, "Why are you carrying the box by yourself, and there is no knight to help you?"

"We broke up." Ola wrote lightly.

Draco sneered, "It deserves it."

He meant to help her, but Ola didn't want to ask him, she wasn't interested.Narcissa in the distance nodded slightly at her, and her son, who was taller than her, still had some traces of childhood, but there were some faint blue beards on his chin, which made him look a lot more mature.

Draco had grown up and was on the verge of becoming a mature man, though not in a smooth way.

——Because of the prophecy, his father was rejected by the mysterious person, so he is now in Azkaban.

Ola didn't want to look at him, she was about to take out her wand to cast a spell and lift it up, when suddenly someone helped her move it.

He was a blond boy with Hufflepuff's badge on his chest: "Let me help you carry the box, can't you carry it?"

"Men are so popular." Draco sarcastically said.

Ola looked at the Hufflepuff suspiciously, "Who are you?"

He smiled, "John Jones, we met last time on September [-]st. I'm in Bidder's junior class, and I'm in Qiu's class. Do you still remember?"

"Maybe." Ola said politely, "Thank you for helping me move, are you going to sit with your classmates?"

Hurry up, she's going to find Pansy too.

John shook his head shyly. Under her disappointed gaze, he opened a box door by the way, and the girls inside were chattering and discussing, with a few phrases of savior mixed in from time to time.

Because of the sudden opening of the door, they turned their heads to look at Ola, and then laughed again.

"Sorry it's full," a girl said, "A boy will come later."

The black-haired one laughed loudly: "We want to invite the savior."

"Let's go," Ola tugged at John's sleeve, and he blushed. "If Potter can come, I guess his vision is not very good. I wish you success."

Her sarcasm is as surprising as her beauty.

They left the box in complete silence. John was obviously a little embarrassed. He wanted to talk to Ola several times, but Ola had no desire/desire to speak at all.

He tentatively asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"It's okay," she said lazily, "I just don't know what to say to you."

Ola wanted to find an excuse to find Pansy.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Blaise opened the door directly when he saw her: "Ola, the new Potions Professor Slughorn invited you to the box."

Ola snorted and apologized to John.

"What's up," Blaise asked her after they were out, "your boyfriend?"

Aura said weakly, "I might as well have my eye on you."

"Looking like a lost love." Blaise went to scratch her nose, and Ola dodged subconsciously. "Don't hide, this nose is so good, my mother spent a lot of disguise potions but it didn't work."

Ola snorted.

But she also has a bit of energy to talk, Blaise is a woman's friend herself, beauty potions and other things are very rare, and the flattery that comes easily is hypocritical but nice.

Opening the door of the box, a big belly in velvet clothes was surrounded by stars and the moon. The members of the Quartet were all people with backgrounds that Ola knew well, oh, except for Ginny Weasley.

"I used to have a student, Bollenkel, who is now a professor in Durmstrang. He wrote to me a few days ago and said that he is expected to be the principal..." Professor Slughorn boasted , "Ah, Egil and Zabini have come in. Egil is an amazing surname. There have been four principals in a century, and there are many masters of spells."

Ola nodded proudly, "Yes."

Slughorn praised Zabini's name again, and Ola noticed that the old man seemed to only care about who could bring him benefits.

Slughorn took a bite of candied pineapple, and continued to brag about the talents his classmates had known. Suddenly, his tone became kind: "Oh, Harry, my boy, and you, Mr. Longbottom... "

Ola wanted to escape from this magnificent box.

Harry glanced around, finally fell on Slughorn, and made up his mind not to glance away.

"Well, you know all these people, don't you?" Slughorn asked. "Brace Zabini was in your grade, so you must know—"

He looked at Ola again, "As for this one, I believe you boys will never forget it, Ola Egil, there have been so many principals and spell masters in their family, don't you shake hands with her? I can't hold it."

Ola smiled and put her right hand on Blaise's arm, determined not to shake hands in greeting.

"After all, there are only a few beauties," Slughorn said in a nostalgic tone. "Of course, Miss Weasley, I'm not saying you're not beautiful enough."

Ola stood there without any movement, Harry turned his back to her, and Neville looked at her and Harry hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure where the weird atmosphere between them came from.

Harry turned suddenly, holding out a bony hand to her.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Miss Egil."

Ola's few good moods collapsed in an instant, she blinked, and there were a few teardrops on her eyelashes.After being stunned for a few seconds, she stretched out her hand to shake it back, and both hands left quickly as if electrocuted.

He couldn't wait to turn around, after all, Slughorn had a lot of things he wanted to introduce to him.

Neville stared at her hand hesitantly, and then turned to listen to the professor with Harry, although the professor had a different affinity for the two of them.

But to Ola, all of this seemed to be deaf, and the shadows of people were doubled in her vision.She didn't remember how she got back, Blaise sent her back intimately, and John was one of the people who watched her lose her mind.

John asked her again, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Ola shook her head, as if she had swallowed several tons of vodka. "I might just be too tired."

When they returned to Hogwarts, the dean asked Draco to send them the timetable. Ora took five courses in total, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Potions and Transfiguration, all of which were Auror courses, or with Gryffindor together.

All required courses for a would-be Auror.

Ola could already imagine how awkward it would be to be in the same room with Potter.

"Potter was lying on the ground, of course," Draco was still sitting in the middle of the sofa, but there were fewer people around him. "I kicked him so hard I was sure I saw his nose bleed..."

"Ola!" He put his leg down.

Ola didn't bother to talk to him, but Pansy was sitting next to her and she sat down next to her.

"Pansy," she said, "what's the matter with you, you don't look happy at all."

Pan Xi was a little sullen, with a hoarse voice: "Aren't you too?"

"I broke up," Ola said.

"Me too." Pansy wiped his eyes with a veil.

The two of them sat on the sofa crying and laughing, and Draco looked at them helplessly. When they wanted to talk for a long time, he kicked the vase down to attract their attention.

"Ola," he lay down on the sofa, showing off like a child, "do you want to hear the story about me beating Potter in the car?"

Pansy suddenly felt like crying.

Aura looked at him: "Say it."

The child has grown up.

Draco said in a proud tone, "At that time, Blaise and I had been chatting in the car, but when we saw the door was locked, I guessed that someone might have come in. But when I took the luggage, I still felt someone, so I used Put everything to petrification, put him on the ground and beat him violently, his nose is bleeding, I think his nose is going to be gone."

Goyle and Crabbe chuckled: "We didn't know he was so miserable."

Draco continued, "I know it's him, he must have taken some kind of magic weapon to become invisible... and he was bleeding, when I stomped on his face, the soles of his feet felt softer than usual, as if something had flowed out... "

Hearing Ola's sad relief.

"Resolve my father's hatred too," he said bitterly, "He caused my father to be imprisoned in Azkaban, but it doesn't matter, we will soon..."

"It will be fine." Pansy said quickly.

Ola looked at the two of them suspiciously, feeling that they were hiding something, but in the end they kept silent.

Draco reacted, coughed, and looked at her cautiously: "How about it, Ola, don't be so angry."

Ola didn't laugh, her eyes were bloodshot, but she became even more silent.

Draco looked at her.

"No," she said displeased after a while, "I'm still angry."

Draco paused while holding the wine glass, "Why?"

"Because I wasn't called." She said aggrievedly.