[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola dreamed that she was dead.

She actually dreamed that Draco had become a Death Eater, and the next moment, that ugly snake face called Draco to Avatar her.A green light flashed, and Ola died alone in the stands.

Everyone was laughing that she deserved it, and Ellen was also laughing inside.

She woke up with a fright.

Ola woke up slowly from the dream, her head was in a daze, and she saw John standing beside her, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and saw her reserved eyes.

"Hello?" She narrowed her eyes.

John hurriedly inserted the flowers into the bottle, "Hi, Hi Ola?"

She nodded, subconsciously turned her back to her face - no one would show an ugly look to a member of the opposite sex, right?

Orla cast a spell to reshape herself.When she opened the curtains, all her best friends stood neatly on the bed curtains, and they all knew that she didn't like others to see her ugly appearance.

...then how did you let that stupid Hufflepuff out?

She looked at Pansy accusingly, and Pansy said immediately, "It's not my fault, he did it himself."

"Isn't it because you are too popular with men?" Draco blamed, but this pleased Ola. "So he went right in."

Ola smiled weakly.

Goyle and Crabbe bought her a bunch of things to eat, and they thoughtfully chose sugar-free ones.

"Ola," John stammered, "I, I didn't mean that, I just want to know, I watched the Quidditch game for almost a day yesterday, and I didn't see you continue training. But I saw that you seemed to be staying in the medical wing yesterday, I was very worried, so..."

Theodore frowned: "It's none of your business, I remember Ola doesn't have you as a friend."

John was a little embarrassed.

"It can be now," Ola said.

She gave him a friendly smile.

Ola is much better now, and she doesn't feel any embarrassment about taking a class with Potter—in fact, her popularity, or rather, her popularity with men, is simply better than anyone else's.

After taking a herbal medicine class that lasted like a year, another boy she didn't know handed her an invitation letter and asked her to go to Hogsmeade together.

"Next," Pansy said to her critically, "this one won't work, not to mention a year younger than you, and not tall, so it would be embarrassing to take it out."

Ola turned her head, "What about you, are you going to go out with that boy?"

"Ravenclaw." She didn't even bother to remember the name.

Ola laughed.

Draco had also just returned from a Divination class, looking sullen, and both Goyle and Crabbe looked worried.They seemed to be plotting something, even the two of them didn't see it.

"What have they been doing lately?" Ola frowned.

Pan Xi's face was stiff: "Who knows, maybe something happened, for example, something bad happened in divination... Oh, let's pick those boys."

Ola respected Draco's privacy.

But what is it that even a nagging boy doesn't like to talk about it?

Could it be that Draco has really grown up?

She covered up the doubts in her eyes, and Pansy and Pansy began to chat about the clothes that were popular in "Witch Weekly".In fact, there is nothing that attracts her about these things, and Ola feels that it is meaningless to talk too much.

But their relationship is finally recovering, and Ola can't afford to lose someone important.

When it was Hogsmeade Day, she ran down the stairs lightly in a flowing green skirt, holding John's arm and going down.

"It's hard to imagine," John said with a blushing face, "It's hard to imagine that I can date the most beautiful girl in the school, uh, your skirt is like countless fairy dots and embellishments..."

Ola looked directly at him, "Did you copy it from the Witch Weekly?"

John hummed, becoming even more foolish.

Ora thought he was cute.

"It's okay," she reassured, "you can talk to me about other things, like Quidditch."

John breathed a sigh of relief: "I have always liked Quidditch. For example, the Karasauk kite team in Norway. They have achieved more than 30 good results in the European League, except for losing to the Fratcha Eagles in 1932. Team……"

Olla giggled, "You're confusing the Fratcha Eagles, the Karasjok Kite Team, and the Appleby Arrows."

The Karasjok kite team has never even entered the league. It is a team that is even more rubbish than the British Chudley Cannons. It is called the shame of Norway.

He was even more embarrassed.

Ola excitedly talked to him about science: "The Fratcha Eagles are the king of Europe, no, the world. Except for losing to the Abobe Arrows in 1932, they have almost no record in every game. My favorite team. The captain is Karkaroff in 1899."

He smiled politely, feeling as if he didn't quite understand.

Ola's affection for him has turned negative.

Nothing will.

I can't understand anything. Is she here to be a teacher or to fall in love?

Aura was a little cold, "Then how did you fall in love with me?"

"Uh," he was a little ashamed, "that's right, fourth grade, the clothes you wore to the prom are very nice and beautiful."

Another visual animal.

Ola was very disappointed.

She reluctantly said: "Okay."

The two chatted for a while as they walked, Ola didn't have any leisure to sarcasm, quarrel, and ridicule such negative emotions now, it's good that she can lift up her strength to speak.

Ola was able to treat him better because he skipped a day of class to see Ola's Quidditch debut.

"Our seventh grade classes are almost very systematic," John said, "For example, I want to be a St. Mungo's healer, so we will study things that are very biased towards herbalism, potions and the like. ..."

Why is it so hard to be a therapist?Isn't this a matter of saying a few words?

Ola listened a little bored.

He asked with some hesitation: "Do you like Mibu Mibao?"

Ola snorted and looked at him, what do you like this thing for?

Like it like a broken organ?

"I actually prefer it," she said languidly, "hmm, puffsocket?"

At this time, John was pushing open the door of the Three Broomsticks, and Ola walked in behind with lazy brows, and looked coldly and arrogantly with gray-blue eyes.She tried a few cleansing spells, waving her wand, while he went to get his drink.

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass colliding from a corner of the tavern, and the sound of drinks being spilled from the cup to the ground.

"Harry!" Hermione's voice sounded suddenly.

Then there was the movement of the table, the crunch of the rag on the wood.

Ola didn't even want to look at it.

"You haven't had butter beer, have you?" John hurried over with two glasses of wine.

Ola looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly remembered that she was a character who had never been to Hogsmeade - of course, she had actually been out with Draco once.

"No," she said finally.

John, like most British people, likes to put a newspaper on the table and put two cups of hot butterbeer on the newspaper.Ola took a look, this is the latest issue of the "Daily Prophet"——

More Death Eaters Escape: New Minister for Magic Scrimgeour denies Azkaban is out of control. "

What about her father.

Ola sighed dejectedly. She didn't have an owl, and she was forbidden by her brother to contact her by letter. This feeling was very uncomfortable, and she was so bored that she couldn't breathe.

"Many people in the school are worried about this now," John pushed the newspaper over and changed the news, pretending to be careless. "But with Dumbledore around, no one dares to do anything to Hogwarts."

Ola picked up the butter beer and saw that the newspaper had been replaced by—"Death Eaters Slaughtered Three Village Muggles, Hope Wizards Don't Panic"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." John panicked even more.

Nervously, he turned the newspaper upside down, and let Ola read the upside-down English.

Ola thought it was a little funny.

"It's okay," her heart lightened a lot, "let's talk about something else."

John seems to be a person who has a soft spot for herbalism. Listening to him, Ola felt inexplicably as if she was taking a course taught by Spunnet. It was strange that she was still listening seriously.

"Stop messing around Katie!"

Ora turned her head to see Gryffindor Seeker Cady Bell arguing with her friend, shrugging it off as a moment when best friends turned against each other.

But to her surprise, Tonks was watching her not far away, his hair turned an embarrassing khaki.

"Your new boyfriend?" Tonks came over and asked curiously, "Have you changed your boyfriend?"

Ola hummed perfunctorily, but John's eyes lit up.

The quarrel over there was getting louder and louder.

Tonks turned and shrugged at the table across the way.She passed by immediately, and Ola recognized Tonks from the back, and she wanted to go to Potter's table.

But Potter wouldn't be sad about such little things.

"You got the glass on the corner of your mouth," John reminded her.

Ola hummed, took out a mirror, and saw butterbeer foam floating around her lips, she sighed, and said to John: "Don't talk about it next time, you know how to do it?"

John looked at her suspiciously.

"Either take out a piece of paper and wipe it for me," Ola said slowly, with arrogant charm, "or just lick it off with her tongue."

It seems that he is not the boy with a brain/sperm as she thought.

John's face turned red like a tomato.

Ola smiled at him, she didn't care what happened to her boyfriend now, as long as he was nice to her.

But the sudden screaming ruined their hard-earned atmosphere, and Ola watched as Cady Bell was suspended six feet above the ground, and then she fell vertically on a package with a necklace exposed.

The first date was ruined like this.

But Bell can't be blamed for that, Ola thinks she's still a decent chaser in a way, and she's thought about keeping Bell out of the game, but not in this form.

On the way back, she was very worried about Bell, and her mind was filled with one thing: Can Katie Bell still be a Chaser?

If even Bell can't be a Chaser, Ola suspects that the entire Gryffindor will not have a Chaser to compete with her.

"I'm sorry," Ola said, "you should go back and review first, I want to go to the medical wing to see Bell."

John smiled disappointedly: "Well, we should have time to meet next time."

She nodded.

Ola hates the medical wing a little bit now, but when she thinks about it carefully, there is a room full of Gryffindors, and she might still be angry when she goes in.

She thought about it and went back directly.

Draco was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and Crabbe was following him to report what. She walked a few steps before seeing Draco's face with a triumphant and angry expression.

"Draco?" Ola asked hesitantly.

He looked at her angrily, and said in a low voice, "Ola, why did you go with another man?"

"Just going out," she said wearily, "Draco, let me ask you, what have you been up to lately?"

Draco was a little upset, and then put on a complacent expression, as if he had learned something: "It's just doing something about honor, Ola, you won't find out for long."

Ora stood where he was, waiting for him to say something out of control.

But he suddenly closed his mouth vigilantly.

"You," Draco changed the subject, "how did you get on with that Jones, his mother is a half-breed and can't be on stage... Your brother knows he's going to be angry."

Aura snorted coldly: "You won't find out in a long time."

"Whatever you want," he cursed, "anyway, you'll know when I pursue that share, and maybe you'll still beg me then."

She went directly into the dormitory, but her heart was only trembling.

What is the pursuit of honor? For the current Slytherin, everything is not as important as doing things for that person.

But You-Know-Who couldn't make a 16-year-old boy a Death Eater.

He is sick?

So many dark wizards fighting wits and courage with dementors in prison are not enough?She insisted on asking for a 16-year-old boy who was not as good as her in actual combat. Even a year ago, he was pushed to the ground by her boyfriend and had a fight.

Ola shook her head, pushing the ridiculous thought out of her mind.

The next day, Professor Snape directly approved her a note until the end of the semester, avoiding the training time of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but overlapping with Gryffindor.

He asked her and Potter to discuss specific training times with each other.

It's Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Ola didn't want to have any contact with Potter. After thinking about it, she took a group of people directly to occupy the training time in the afternoons these days.

She was wearing a silver-green robe, followed by a group of boys who were taller and stronger than her. Ola stood proudly in the middle, looking at the shirtless Gryffindor players who were training .

"Potter." Vasai spoke for her.

Potter was chatting with the boys, shirtless, his scarlet team robe on a chair.

"Potter!" Vasai yelled.

Ola looked up and saw Potter rushing over after taking a sip of water.

She had never seen him like this, even when holding him, and Potter had undoubtedly inherited his father's physique, and because he had trained so much, he looked very... strong.

The body was still wet, and a drop of water or sweat slipped from the chin, dripped onto the uneven abdomen, and fell into the bulging pants.

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked.

Vasai looked at her.

"This afternoon is mine," Ola said, looking straight into his eyes. "The dean said, Professor McGonagall also signed a note for you for a semester, and he asked me to talk to you."

Harry nodded, and before he could speak, Robbins said first, "Everyone knows that the afternoon is longer, so why give it to you?"

"You're the captain?" Ola sneered, and Robbins blushed. "No, just shut up."

Harry mused beside him.

Ola felt a little uneasy. If she wanted her to be his girlfriend, these things were just a matter of talking and acting like a baby.But not to mention the dirtyness before, in the public, she must show the appearance of a captain.

But Harry is a man who is soft but not hard.

Maybe it's emotional, and it's possible to fight her team.

Ola felt remorse in her heart, and should have brought Gore and Clara over here, and they can be used as meat pads if they can't beat many people.

She squeezed her wand tightly in her pocket, and if there was a fight, she wouldn't let him take a few more jinxes and go to the hospital wing, and Olla's last name would not be Egil.

"Okay," Harry said.

Ola looked at him in surprise, wondering how he had fought so quickly.

Harry also looked at her, green eyes with a little peace, like a calm lake buried with countless emotions.They glanced at each other, and at the same time skimmed in different directions.

Feelings of grievance and anger rose in her heart, and the old grievances resurfaced in her heart... It turned out that he still remembered that she was his ex-girlfriend. I forgot all about it.

And maybe Potter wanted to kill her.

They were flying under the moon, exchanging kisses greenly and happily, wearing each other's scarves, his hands were so rough to the touch, while her hands liked to press his face, sometimes they could touch his chin and There are green and astringent stubble coming out...

She thought he had forgotten all these things.

But Harry Potter, the famous savior, Dumbledore's golden boy, he is so poor that he only remembers money!

"Okay," she choked with sobs, "Then I'll be in the afternoon, let's get the broom first."

"Aur—Egil!"

Harry stopped her suddenly.

Ola turned her head and saw that Harry was hesitating to say something, and she waited sideways.

"Well," he said finally, "why hasn't Malfoy come to training lately?"

Ola was a little disappointed, she said coldly: "It seems that I don't care about your business."

"I'm sorry," Harry remedied, taking a few steps forward. "I'm very sorry for the past few days and some things before. I didn't mean it at the time. I was just sad that you hit me...Of course, you can call back if you want next time..."

"There will be no next time." She retorted.

Ola took a breath, and decided not to continue this embarrassing meeting with the ex, and the two of them were standing not far or close, and the smell of hormones was heavy, and girls might be naturally soft-legged to this smell.

She walked forward: "Then it's settled, the afternoons are mine for three consecutive days."

Aura can't be obsessed with the past, she reminds herself to move forward and get out of the haze.

This schedule is so wrong.

The sixth grade is much less busy than the fifth grade, but the seventh grade is busier than both of them.

When Ola wanted to find her current boyfriend, he kept going to class, so Ola had no chance to find him.And when the short vacation was about to take place, Ola had to fly with the team members non-stop, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

She had to find him on Sunday—he finished his homework, and Ola still had some strength after practice.

Oladu was staying with John in the library. Compared to Potter, he was a more polite and polite senior, and he only dared to kiss her hand when he was excited.

She was a little strange, but then thought, this is normal.

She and Potter kissed as soon as they met because they didn't get it right in the first place, and he didn't respect her.

And John was too nervous, and he had to babble about NEWTs to her after every review.

Ola: I have a strong sense of substitution, and I feel like I'm about to take the NEWTs exam.

After listening to the content of this part, she felt drowsy after exercising, and she didn't listen much at all.At this time, John finished an assignment and was about to say a few words to her when Ola fell asleep.