[hp] Pride and Prejudice

While copying, Ola confided indignantly to Pansy—and kept glares from the Gryffindors.

They still talk in the lounge at night.

Draco came out with her, and murmured, "I must tell my dad..."

"Potter, what are you doing?" Ola called out.

Suddenly hearing someone calling him, Potter turned his head in a panic, his whole body trembled with fright, and the Nimbus 2000 almost fell from his hand.After seeing them, his expression revealed some subtle disgust.

"Never mind your business, Malfoy," he said indifferently. "And Egil."

Potter didn't look at them too much, and ran up directly with the Nimbus 2000, as if it was stuck to garbage after a little more.

"In my opinion, he must have done something bad." Ola speculated.

Draco nodded: "Come on, we must catch him and drive him out of the school."

But from this sentence, Ola let out a sound of annoyance, she really believed in Draco's evil.Following Potter every day, they are like two dog thieves, wherever there is Potter, there are two sneaky figures of them.

However, there are still gains.

"A dragon." Draco told her mysteriously.

"Are you alright?" Ola complained softly, "You stepped on me, and I didn't even see it."

Oh Merlin, she saw it!

She saw the dirty interior of the hut through the dusty window. The four of them gathered around a table with a black egg on it, and suddenly the egg slowly cracked open.

A small black dragon emerged, with a pair of huge spiny wings sticking out of its pitch-black body, only its eyes were a little red.

"He's so beautiful." Draco sighed beside him.

Ola also patted him on the shoulder excitedly, and met Potter's hard-to-find eyes.

"He saw me." Ola panicked.

And Draco was shaken by her figure, staggered and couldn't stand still, so they both fell to the ground.

Hagrid yelled, "Who's out there."

It's been a long time since she was so embarrassed, she and Draco hurried to the castle!

Who knows if the giant will kill them?

"Is he following?" Draco asked breathlessly.

Aura turned back in a panic: "No."

Only then Draco breathed a sigh of relief, his frightened little face turned pale, and he leaned against the wall panting for breath as if he had survived a catastrophe.

He returned to his original state, "Did you see the little dragon?"

"I see," she said impatiently, "that little dragon is very beautiful when it breaks its shell."

"You actually saw the broken shell?" Draco's eyes lit up, "I still want to see the little dragon."

Ola sneered: "It's not that simple? We threatened Potter and said that if we don't show it to us, we will report on him—"

"Good idea!" Draco exclaimed.

They went back the same way.

As a result, I just ran into Porter et al.

The two of them looked at each other, smiled and walked over.

I learned it from the two Weasley brothers, I don't know if Weasley can see it.

"You're smiling like George and Fred," Weasley muttered.

"Just talk," Draco threatened in a low voice, "you'll be kicked out of school when I tell Madam Pomfrey you've been bitten by something."

He and Ola laughed flamboyantly.

Orla guessed that Madam Pomfrey simply wasn't interested in getting into trouble with Weasley.

"It's a dog." Weasley retorted without confidence.

"That dog can bite you into green?" Ola asked, grasping the point.

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded: "Please get out!"

"Excuse me ma'am," Ola picked up a book cleverly, "We came to ask him to borrow a book."

But they stayed long enough to empty Weasley's bookshelf.

Weasley and the others dared not speak out, as if they were aggrieved after eating a strange-flavored Bibi Bean and dared not tell others, and they left the hospital wing with a snicker.

"You just wait to be kicked out of school." Draco threatened before leaving.

On the way back to the lounge, Draco asked for the book, opened it casually, and found a letter.

"Oh, Ola, they're going to send the dragon back!" Draco screamed. "Absolutely not, I haven't seen him yet."

Hell, it was the first time she'd seen Draco like something so much!

"Alto also said he wanted to raise a dragon!" Ola said.

But her father is somewhat unreliable.

Ola thought for a while, and still agreed to him. She didn't want to see Draco clinging to something and refusing to let go. If she stopped him a little bit, Draco would probably be stuck in the seven years at Hogwarts. Hold on to this thing.

Maybe when they each have their own families, and when they're old, they're sitting around the fire at a party.

His first words were—

It's all your fault, Ola, that kept me from seeing that little dragon.

"Ok."

But she was missing something, Draco was more patient than she'd imagined.He didn't block Potter in the corridor until the end of dinner today.

He took out the envelope from his pocket, and the eyes of Potter and the others flicked up and down with the letter in his hand.

"Is there anything you want to say, Potter?" Draco smiled viciously.

Weasley had probably just come out of the hospital - because he was boldly walking towards Draco, which was why he was so reckless in grabbing things.

But Granger pulled him back and watched them with a wary face.

"I don't know what you said." She said calmly.

"It's none of your business," Draco sneered, then looked at Potter. "We already know about Xiaolong. If you don't want to be accused, you'd better be obedient."

"Don't even think about it, Malfoy," Potter said coldly.

Ola could barely hold the wand in her hand.

Draco quickly grabbed her.

"You don't want one of us in the hospital wing?" he whispered.

Well, leave it to the professionals.

Draco bargained with them, and in the end Granger, the only sane one among them, reluctantly agreed to the terms.

"Anyway," he drawled obnoxiously, "we're going to see Dragons on Saturday, too."

Ola took it: "Me too."

"What are you doing?" Potter frowned.

Draco was still hesitating, as if he felt embarrassed to admit his preference in front of three Gryffindors.He looked at Ola with a begging look.

Aura was vicious: "We are willing, but you want to take care of it?"

She dragged the embarrassing Draco away quickly.

Ola regretted it.

She shouldn't have come with Draco.

The cabin was small, and she wasn't too interested in dragons, so she had to squeeze in the armchair—with Potter!Potter was very thin, and she was squeezed into the gap of the sofa, their legs were pressed together so tightly that neither could move.

"Get out of the way, Potter," she threatened.

"You insisted on following here." Potter said helplessly.

Ola choked back: "Don't you know you have to give it up to the guests?"

"I won't let it." He also choked back.

Potter is not as big as half a Goyle!

She didn't want to give in either, jostling with Potter on this poor little sofa, and while she was squeezing Potter into a Bowtruckle, Hagrid finally arrived with his little dragon.

Draco's eyes lit up, but Orla's didn't.

"It's a Norwegian Ridgeback," he said.

"My dad's department has this too!" Ola said.

Weasley whispered: "Look at them, two words can't be separated from Dad."

Hagrid's tense face eased a little: "Oh, that's right."

He's happy, poor Ola, she's going to be squeezed to death by Harry Potter!

The two of them didn't want to give in to each other - Potter is not a gentleman who is easy to talk to!The two were struggling on the broken sofa.

Ola was going to be crushed to death by him.

But that was obviously not the worst.

Compared with this, meeting the professor later, being locked up, and enjoying the thriller tour in the Forbidden Forest are not worth mentioning.

Ola smirked.

She must surprise Potter with revenge.

One morning after the exam.

Ora and her friends murmured plans and delivered gifts to Potter, who was still in a coma.It has to be said that Slytherin was very well informed, as soon as they finished delivering the presents, Draco told them that Potter had woken up.

Six little heads approached the gap in the door of the medical wing.

Dumbledore sat next to Potter's bed. The two were talking about something, but they couldn't hear them.

But that didn't matter, their eyes were fixed on the pile of presents piled up in front of Potter's bed.

In some gold-red or clear bags, Slytherin's green stands out.

Dumbledore apparently noticed too.

"Harry, you see," he said kindly, "apparently there are people in Slytherin who care about you—"

Potter's eyes followed him, and the gift that he noticed when he opened his eyes was arrogantly showing his presence.

"He dismantled it!" Ola excitedly said.

Potter nodded obediently to Dumbledore, and reached out to take what he handed to him.

Although he didn't admit it, his young heart did beat with an indescribable expectation.

After all, Porter didn't receive any decent gifts in the short first 11 years.

His fingertips trembled and tore it open, only to see a somewhat reddish flesh-colored scarf inside.

He suddenly regretted opening it.

Dumbledore said inexplicably, "Oh, a scarf—it's a very special gesture to give a scarf in summer."

In Dumbledore's expectant glance, Potter had to open the scarf.

Now they can see clearly that this thing has been made to look like a tongue.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and a smile escaped his mouth covered by his white beard.

"Your friend is really special." He said kindly.

There was also a greeting card in the unfolded scarf. Potter suppressed his anger and opened it with gritted teeth.

Dear fellow savior:

I hope you are in good health, and it is a pity that we did not see you in this year's end-of-term Quidditch match.A scarf is given as a token of appreciation, and I hope you will continue to work hard in the coming year.

Simply put, we want to see you catch snitches with your tongue.

The signature underneath is very arrogant: your friends, Egil, Malfoy, Parkinson, Knott.

"Egil!" Potter crumpled the paper angrily.

When he roared and turned his attention to the door, there was a sound outside the door that could lift the ceiling.They made faces at Potter in the ward and ran outside.

If Potter's expression as if he had eaten a manure and the Slytherin decorations in the auditorium brought their emotions to a climax, then Principal Dumbledore's bonus points for Gryffindor were like cold water from the sky.

The dark green of the entire auditorium was replaced with a fiery red.

Ola turned her head in frustration, and saw Potter, who was surrounded by the crowd, looked at her deliberately and smiled at her.

Oh damn.

Weasley also glared at them deliberately defiantly.

Every.

For a moment, only the wizard hat flying in the air remained in the auditorium.

This dinner is tasteless.

The students prepared to go home in twos and threes.

She saw that Potter and the others seemed to be unable to bear the enthusiasm, avoiding the crowd and walking in an inconspicuous place.

"Let's go." She took Draco's hand.

Draco was still dragged by her, weary all the way.

Ola stepped forward, about to kick Potter in the ass, but his defense turned just in time.

"You're lucky." She said harshly.

Granger scolded her: "We are much better than you, Egil."

She was suffocating all the time.

So when she walked past Potter and others, she still kicked Potter.

Regardless of Weasley and Granger's roars, she and Draco's faces changed from sad to happy, and the two rushed to the dungeon quickly - ready to pack their bags and go home!