[hp] Pride and Prejudice

On the way back, Olado took a few glances at the portrait of Dumbledore. He was so kind and kind, like the first time she saw him on the Chocolate Frog.

He's the one who beat Grindelwald in 1945.

But Ola didn't expect that he would not be able to defeat the mysterious man again.

Ola went back almost in a daze. Alto patted her on the back clumsily along the way, and it hurt her.Mrs. Weasley was crying and holding Fleur's hand. They were going to hold a wedding.

She stared blankly at Fleur, who had been jealous of her beauty a few years earlier, but admitted that Ola couldn't marry a man who was nearly scratched by a werewolf.

And there is a wedding.

Ron and Ginny, the two children beside the Weasleys, held their hands, while Bill coaxed Fleur with fear.Aura leaned on Arto's shoulder, sobbing numbly.

"Everything will be fine," Alto coaxed her. "I came here the same way the first time, and I was very flustered at the time, but everyone should get married and have children. As for the Dark Lord, he will be defeated."

"But there's Dumbledore for the first time!" she exclaimed.

As a result, Mrs. Weasley cried even louder, and Ron gave her a warning look.

Ola also cries on Artau's shoulder.

When they got to the Burrow, she and Mrs. Weasley had their eyes swollen from crying, and Ellen was in the house and didn't dare to go out.He was waiting for them outside the door, serving them tea and water.

"Ola," his eyes were red, but he was still calm. "You went to the seventh grade. According to our family's situation, you will be hanged and beaten."

Alto dared to relax and took a sip of his drink: "Ola, it's okay, even if you don't take the NEWTs, our family can afford you, and you don't have to work for the rest of your life."

"The situation is special," Allen looked at Alto angrily, "My sister has never worked all her life, is she going to be a waste?"

Ola sniffed and said in a low voice, "I see."

They still stayed at the Weasley's house, but they had to leave one day after all.

Ola opened the window and saw that the weather outside was gloomy and misty, like dark clouds that would never go away.Unexpectedly, before this semester, she was still playing ball in this sky without any worries. Now Aura is learning Apparition at the Burrow, and Alto is out on missions.

Allen and the Weasley twins seem to be not afraid of death, and they still open a shop in Diagon Alley, plastering advertisements all over the place without fear of death.

Ola didn't have any other friends at the Burrow, and Fleur, whom she had a good chat with, was about to prepare for the wedding. Tonks and Lupine were actually married too. When she was free, she sat in front of the sofa in a daze.

Leaning on crutches, Sirius folded a note and handed it to her—

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

You should be concerned about constipation.

Because of the feeling of constipation tormenting the people of the country

Ola laughed outright.

She asked, "Who wrote it?"

"George and Fred," said Sirius lazily, "they're pretty good at this kind of thing."

Ola suddenly turned cold again, thinking of the brother who is still outside and is not afraid of death.

Sirius continued to lazily say: "Don't worry, they are pretty smart. Besides, it is not easy to bring happiness to people."

Ola's expression didn't move at all.

"Okay," he said helplessly, "I advise them to go home and take them safely, and have fun in another way, that's fine."

Ola looked at him expressionlessly, and then burst into a smile: "Sirius! I knew you liked me the most!"

Sirius smiled coldly.

"I like your ass," he said for a long time, "I like my godson the most."

Ola smiled sweetly: "You don't hate me, so I'll take it as you like me."

Sure enough, Sirius persuaded a few words, and Alan immediately started doing something else with the two of them. Ola was a little jealous of the two big men. Didn't Alan say in the first grade not to get close to Weasley?

As a result, he was in touch with Huan alone.

Ola was watering the flowers with Sirius by the window, and she anxiously glanced at the sky, waiting for Alto and several members of the Order of the Phoenix to come back.And Sirius pointed all the golden Quidditch telescopes at the sky.

"I'm so sorry," Sirius thumped his leg, "otherwise I could have picked up my little prong."

"I really regret it," Ola said with a straight face, "I really regret not knocking you out, otherwise I can be quiet for a while."

Sirius was looking more and more like an old father.

He pulled her up early in the morning and said that he would pick up Harry with Mrs. Weasley and the others.

She sat on the sofa, watching Sirius anxiously turning around on crutches, her inexplicable mood was shared a lot.Ola threw him a candy, "Eat a candy."

"From Weasley's joke shop?" asked Sirius.

"No." Aura lied without changing her face.

"You still want to lie to me?" Sirius smiled confidently. "They asked for my opinion when they invented this thing. I am the originator of pranks."

With such an interruption, he wasn't so nervous anymore.

The two waited on the sofa and even opened a bottle of Fire whiskey to drink.After Orla drank half of it, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the Portkey brought Harry and Hagrid back, and Mrs. Weasley immediately let out an exclamation.

"Are you Harry?" Sirius jumped up from the sofa. "What did you say when we first met?"

Harry froze for a moment, "Say, are you really my godfather?"

Sirius jumped on him all at once, and the two hugged each other tightly, but Mrs. Weasley cried beside him, and Ola knew exactly what she was crying about.

"Harry, is it just you two?" asked Mrs. Weasley, crying.

"What did you say? Didn't anyone else come back?" Harry gasped.

Mrs. Weasley's face immediately turned pale, and she staggered to get the wine according to Hagrid's advice, presumably because she didn't want people to see her face.

"You should be the third group," Ginny pointed to a pair of portkeys in the ground. "Ron and Tonks should be the first group back, but they missed the portkey, and the portkey came back by itself. There is a second group." , you and Hagrid are the third batch, if nothing else happens, George and Lupine should be back in a minute."

"I'll be back soon." Aura reassured.

A second later, there was a sudden blue light in the darkness: Lupine was holding George, bloodied and unconscious.

Mrs. Weasley had just bent down to check on her son when Lupine grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him rather roughly into the kitchen: "Harry Potter first came to my room at Hogwarts In the office, what kind of animal is squatting in the corner?"

"Lupine! You have to trust my instincts about the godson." Sirius yelled angrily.

"It's a Grindylow, locked in a tank, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry," Lupine yelled towards the door, "someone has mutinied. Voldemort knows we're moving tonight, and only those directly involved in the planning will tip him off. You're probably an impostor."

Sirius sneered: "Mundungus, you can do anything for some money."

He had always looked down on Mundungus.

"It can't be him, he told us about the plan..."

Ola continued to wait for Alto, and at this time Fred came back, he was surprised to see his twin brother, Alan and many people gathered around his bed, listening to what he said about the ear with tears in his eyes joke.

She has to wait for his father.

When she was getting more and more discouraged, Alto dragged Mad-Eye over cursingly: "Your British Aurors are all made of paper, and they just fell off..."

"Shut up!" Mad-Eye scolded him as well, "Don't scold me while saving me, I'd rather be thrown to my death!"

Ola wanted to scream, and Alto yelled, "Molly! Any palliative? Moody's hands are not working."

"Alto," she ran over immediately, "are you alright?"

Mad-Eye shouted, "He's fine, if you joke with him again, I'm going to die!"

At this time, Mrs. Weasley, who was wiping tears, hurried over with a bottle of potion, Alto took it immediately, and fed mad-eye man's mouth, and the hasty green potion even poured into mad-eye's eyes inside.

Mad-Eye, who couldn't resist, smashed him with his good hands, and the two tall and strong men smashed him hard.

Ola screamed, "Stop hitting him!"

"Let him beat me to death!" Mad-Eye yelled. "I've lost my right hand anyway! I'm going to use my wand in my other hand!"

Alto stopped smashing his hand, "You didn't feel the reaction, did you?"

Mad-Eye snorted reluctantly.

But all in all, the Burrow started to become a club for the wounded, with Sirius with a broken leg, Mad-Eye with a broken hand, Alto with a sick head, Alan with a tantrum, and Lupine with a frantic avoidance of his lover.

Ola looked at Alan who was discussing with Fred about starting a radio station, and suddenly asked, "Are you really going to do this?"

"Improve morale." Fred said.

Allen, who was still looking at him smiling just now, nodded at her with a serious face, and he said lightly, "Yes."

"But we can't really do it together," Fred said. "I'll do it with George and Lee Jordan, and Ellen will do something else."

Ola frowned, "Alan, what are you doing?"

Why did Fred always know what she didn't?

"Don't worry about the children." Allen refused with this sentence.

Sure enough, to be a good friend is to be closer than a younger sister.

Ola pouted.

She went upstairs again and wanted to have a few words with Sirius, but he was watering the flowers in an unusually silent manner.

"What's the matter?" Aura has become the Burrow's psychological guidance.

Sirius had a gloomy face, "Don't you think Harry, Hermione, and Ron have been discussing something and keeping it from me?"

Ola raised her eyebrows, "Aren't they always like this?"

The Gryffindor trio have been unable to intervene with other people since the first grade. They don't talk about class, and they are usually tired of being together, so there is no possibility of people interfering.At the end of each term, three people will make a big event.

Their emotional adventure and intensity coexist.

"But," he said displeased, "they shouldn't have kept it from me."

Aura understood immediately.

If she was Harry, she would throw herself into Sirius' arms and act like a baby, saying that she had grown up and became an adult, and she had to do things by herself, and told him not to worry.

Not to mention worrying him, at least it can relieve his emotions.

Harry, however, is clearly not good at dealing with an intimate relationship.

"Maybe, it's something that can't be told to others." Ola thought for a while.

They do things every year that they cannot tell others.

"Can't I too?" Sirius stared at the potted flower.

Before she could react, he beat his crippled leg desperately. Although he didn't feel any pain, Aura still screamed: she finally took out a wand and shouted that her leg froze and stopped dead.

"What's wrong!" Someone rushed up from below immediately, "Ola, what's wrong with you!"

Aura used the levitating spell to float Sirius, who was roaring all the way, to the room and shrink back.She turned her head and saw that Harry was carrying the gnome, his face was full of anxiety, his face was covered with sweat and even covered with mud.

She passed by him: "Go and persuade Sirius."

I don't know what Harry said to him, anyway, Sirius reluctantly accepted this fact.

He is more decadent now than before.

Drank fire whiskey every day, she put it away, and Sirius dragged Alan to buy more, and now he looks like a drunk.Fortunately, Ola had a clever trick, so she mixed the wine with water so that he couldn't drink much.

But by the time of Harry's birthday, he was still quite sober.

Ola was standing in front of the window, skillfully mixing water into the wine glass, but a voice behind her startled her——

"Are you going to drink the wine yourself?"

She turned her head in a panic, but it turned out to be Harry, who was standing next to her, looking at the wine glass in her book.

"Scared me to death," Ora said angrily. "I thought Sirius knew."

Harry smiled, "I guess I know it too, who wouldn't get drunk after drinking a glass of Flame Whiskey?"

"Only you." She sneered.

Orla can't get drunk.

Harry's face flushed almost dramatically, he was a little embarrassed, but he followed Ola: "Do you remember how we got drunk together?"

Ola was too lazy to reminisce with her ex-boyfriend, so she just kept silent.

After Harry said it a few more times, she said, "Can you go a little further? I want to serve wine to so many people."

Ola didn't fill Harry's glass.

"I'm also seventeen." He said dissatisfied.

"Obviously you're younger than me," Ola said, "you're worse at drinking than me."

Harry's lips curled up, apparently thinking she hadn't forgotten that night either.

She poured the wine and went straight into the kitchen, where Mrs Weasley was coming out with a huge Snitch cake, a lot of guests from the Order of the Phoenix were out, and Hagrid was in his best furry brown suit Lupine tidied up his suit a little bit, but Ola felt that Gryffindor's aesthetics were not satisfactory.

There were also several delacours.

"Happy birthday, Harry," said Tonks.

"Seventeen, isn't it?" said Hagrid, taking a glass of wine the size of a keg from Fred. "We met six years ago today, Harry, do you remember? "

"I remember," Harry said, "did you knock down the gate, give Dudley a pig's tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"

Ola didn't want to get involved, and slipped right into where Fleur was with a slew of bridesmaids.

She is not jealous of Furong's face now, she is only jealous of Furong's happiness, that Furong can be with the person she likes and even get married.

Fleur was talking about the wedding with her veela sisters, and she smiled when she saw her: "That's her, Ola Egil, if you ask me, she looks like a veela too, but unfortunately my sisters are all occupied This position..."

Ola snorted for a moment, and for a moment, I didn't know whether it was happiness or something else.

Seeing her expression, the veela didn't look like other wizards' contempt for veela, so their attitude improved a lot.Gabriel said mischievously: "But our hair is light blonde, her hair is so white."

"She looks more like a Russian," said one, "and it's weird that you're not like other wizards."

"Because I didn't bring my wand?" Ola quipped.

A few of them laughed, and when they finished laughing, Gabriel said, "Because you don't look down on us like other wizards do."

"But they usually look like stunted pumpkins," Ola said. "Or swelling-cursed pumpkin juice."

They laughed again.

But amidst their laughter, Aura lowered her head, deeply aware of the reason that changed her - she just wanted to be like the person she liked too much, and she wanted to be closer to his heart.

Chatted with them for a while, until Mrs. Weasley called them up to dinner.

"The Minister of Magic came just now," she muttered, "I don't know what I said to Harry, Ron and Hermione."

It's not a good thing to say.

Because of the incident in the fifth grade, Ola always felt that all the ministers of magic were the same as Fudge—blindly arrogant, saying anything for the sake of votes.

She sat at the end of the table and saw the three of them arriving late, Harry at the front.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" all said, holding aloft the flaming whiskey.

Ola held the wine too, but she didn't speak.Among the crowd, Harry's emerald green eyes caught her at a glance. They looked at each other deeply, and then agreed not to look any further.

She had almost no interest in eating, so she went straight up to see the scenery after drinking some wine.

Ola thought of what Alto said last night, they were going on a mission, and Allen didn't know what to do outside, so should Ola stay quietly behind?

She doesn't want to be a waste anymore.

"Huh, Ola?" Harry's voice called out.

She turned her head and saw that he was holding a small plate of cake, and Ola frowned reflexively.

"I know you don't like it," he said a little displeased, "but you always do unpleasant things, don't you?"

"Say it as if you know me well." Ola snorted coldly.

She turned her head, paused and said, "Happy birthday."

Harry walked over to her side, and took a small bottle of wine from under the cake: "Birthday present you forgot."

"Vodka!" Ola shouted in surprise, and then she lowered her voice. "How did you get it?"

He raised his eyebrows, "You care about me?"

Ola thanked her and opened the wine with unconcealed joy, but she didn't dare to drink it, she only dared to touch her lips on the rim of the glass.

"Where's my gift?" Harry asked.

"Um, put it below," Ola suddenly felt guilty, after all, he just gave her what she wanted. "It's just a small box with a book in it..."

"You don't think I like reading, do you?" he said in a mocking tone, "I'm on my way to find Voldemort, so you tell me to read to calm down?"

Ola knew this, but was still a little frightened.

He really wanted to find the mysterious person...

Harry's green eyes flickered, and then he softened his tone: "Can I exchange a present?"

Ola sighed helplessly, and after thinking about it, she was indeed wronged, and they bought what she wanted anyway.

She finally said: "Yes."

Harry came in panting, "May I have a kiss?"

Ola raised an eyebrow in surprise.

After he finished speaking, he also felt a little abrupt, so he stammered and explained: "It's just a very ordinary luckykiss among friends..."

Ola breathed a sigh of relief.

"can."

When this sentence was finished, Harry couldn't wait to get close to her. From then on, his vision faded and his hearing lost his voice. He tasted her lips nostalgicly and tenderly, as if he would never have it again.

Finally, he said desperately and tenderly, "Goodbye."

Ola shook her head, trying to wake herself up a bit.

There was an inexplicable sense of lack in her heart: "Harry, come back alive..."

His walking figure froze.

"Vodka tastes good," said Harry, turning his head and laughing.

The downstairs is full of gift boxes that have been opened.

The late wedding was screwed.

The Minister of Magic was killed suddenly, and Aalto took his children and two wounded people to the dungeon of Egil's house in an emergency.

"You are all at home," Alto tightened his belt, "Mad-Eye, you should still be able to use your left hand."

Mad-Eye nodded reluctantly.

Alto looked at Ola sternly, "Then, Sirius, Ola, you stay here and don't go out casually, the outside is full of Death Eaters."

Sirius nodded sullenly, not the first time he complained about his legs.

His crutches were not as proficient as Mad-Eye's prosthetic legs, and he often took a step slower in his actions, which was incomparable to the mobility of a well-built Death Eater.

"Where's Ellen?" Ola asked.

"It's none of your business," Alto said roughly, "he's busy outside!"

He took Mad-Eye to Apparate directly, and after walking a few steps, Mad-Eye was a little out of breath, "Oh, I don't know if I can still..."

"There is me." Ola said cheerfully.

Aalto turned his head and hit someone angrily: "How did you come here?"

"You're not the only one who has learned Apparatus," she said, "At Egil's house, I can also Apparate."

Artau's expression almost sent her back.

Aura raised her head, "Send me if you can. If you dare to send me, you dare to go out to die. If you send me home, I will go out and let the Death Eaters kill me. Unless you let me follow you and go to work together .”

She doesn't want to be a coward who just sits and enjoys what she gets.

Artau waved his hand to charm her, but Mad-Eye stopped him.

"Quite like you." Mad-Eye laughed.