[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Rita Skeeter stood excitedly at the gate of the 850th Europa League.

"Are you here?" She asked the assistant excitedly. "We've got to get the headlines in this issue."

The assistant stared at the gate, and saw a burly team coming out of the gate aggressively. Just as she was about to turn around and call out, Rita ran over quickly on her short legs.

"Hello, Zhivkov, what do you think about this year's Vracsa Eagles..."

Rita cuts in, and the microphone is aimed directly at the tiniest figure of the team: "Hello, Ola Egil, you are very pleased with the fact that Harry Potter, the savior, declared you to be him in the Daily Prophet in June. Do you have any specific views on your ideal type?"

Annoyed by other people, piled up with ex-girlfriends?

"Do you feel that hanging the savior gives you a sense of accomplishment?"

"Now they are in the museum..."

"Skeeter!" Carroll yelled at her, "I seem to be the special sports reporter for the Daily Prophet!"

Rita didn't glance away, and continued to squeeze in among the many reporters and stretched the microphone forward.

The silver-haired beauty raised her eyebrows, "Sorry, I haven't read a newspaper for more than a year."

The Fratza Hawks have a tradition of retreating.

Almost as soon as she was elected to the team, she automatically lost all contact with the outside world, except for participating in the competition.

Captain Zhivkov blocked her slightly, "I'm sorry, let me interject first, I, Oleg Zhivkov, if our team wins the championship this year, then—"

A trace of shyness flashed across his face: "Miss Egil, would you like to have dinner with me?"

All the team members let out a coaxing sound, and Ola also knew that the captain liked her—after all, who would wait for her to train until twelve o'clock every day, and then buy her her favorite drink?

But Ola pretends not to know, she doesn't engage in team romance, what she's afraid of is——

Rita was even happier: "Then, did you join the Fratza Eagles because you were charming to the captain?"

Well, if she agrees, tomorrow the wall will be filled with the team she lured the captain into.

"No," Zhivkov said fiercely. "Ola came in on her own, she scored ten goals against our biggest keeper."

Rita still wanted to stick the phone forward, she was about to stick it in Zhivkov's mouth.

Ola showed a confident and charming smile, "Just wait and see."

They wore green robes and flew proudly into the blue sky.This is undoubtedly a good start, the blue sky is very suitable for playing, and the vision is also very good. As soon as Ola came on the field, he grabbed the Quaffle and scored under the crotch of the opponent's goalkeeper.

"Beautiful! Egil scored the first ten points in the game!"

The audience screamed for her.

It was a particularly good first half, with Zivkov blocking eleven Heidelberghound balls and Ola throwing twenty Quaffles into the woodwork and waiting for the Seekers to find the Snitch.

But then, the ever-changing weather in England made a huge storm come.

Ola clutched her aching elbow. The war left many people with sequelae. Perhaps knee pain on a rainy day was one of them, but she couldn't tell whether it was left over from the game or in which battle. middle.

Just when she lost her mind, a Quaffle passed by her, and she flew forward with the broom, and the Bludger hit it.

The audience exclaimed.

When Ola awoke, she had fallen seventeen feet.

"Did we win?" This was Ola's first words after waking up after drinking raw bone water for a whole night.

Zhivkov looked at her sadly, "We won."

Ola was puzzled by his expression: "Then you..."

"Your elbow," Zhivkov said sadly, "the old injury of your elbow that was attacked by black magic didn't heal, and it was broken again. You need to recuperate for at least a year. If you don't recuperate, you may not be able to recover." The way is to play well.”

Ola's mood suddenly became desperate, and her faith was about to collapse.

But she held back.

Ola choked up: "Tomorrow I will hand in the application for leaving the team."

On her first day with the team, she was told that the Fratcha Condors didn't need trash.

Zhivkov felt a little guilty, "It's okay, we all remember you, let's not talk about it, we have a club tonight." He looked down at her, "I will pick you up and leave the hospital tomorrow afternoon."

Aura looked at the sky outside St. Mungo's in some confusion, so what could she do?Entering his favorite team has been his biggest dream since he was in school, and Ola hardly thought of the second way out.

What was she going to do after that?

Maybe do a Quidditch commentary?

She is really confused.

Ola got out of bed, the first thing adults learn is to be independent.So she was going to check out at the front desk alone today. The therapist was a little girl who just came out of Hogwarts. She asked Ola with a smile if she could bring her Zhivkov's autograph.

Take a fart.

She reluctantly refused a few words, but the little girl refused to let her go, and Ola signed one directly.

"Olla?" It was Hermione's voice.

Olla looked to the side in surprise, and it took her a long time to realize that this was a more elegant and political Hermione, wearing the uniform of the Law Enforcement Department and keeping her messy hair neatly tied.

"Oh, Hermione," she complimented generously, "you look beautiful like this."

Hermione smiled, which looked very Hermione: "Thank you, your room is really difficult to get into. Is the team so protective of the players' wards?"

"Should?" Ola said.

Hermione glanced at her list: "You can wait for friends and family to visit you today, why did you come out alone?"

"I don't want to see my friends," Ola said in silence. "As for the family, I can see them when I go back."

Hermione changed the subject: "How is your illness?"

She said: "Maybe I just want to rest for a year or two. I'm going to go to the Mediterranean to rest and relax."

"Then can you still ensure that you return to the team when you come back?" Hermione pointed out sharply, "Can you compare with those Quidditch captains who just left school after a year or two of rest?" Seeing her expression, she spoke softly: "I I mean, you have to prepare for the worst."

Ola frowned, "But, I didn't take the NEWTs test, and I can't do anything else..."

Hermione ended up giggling.

Ola looked at her strangely, and only heard her say: "Ola, how long has it been since you read the Daily Prophet, don't you know that any student who participated in the defense of Hogwarts can become an Auror? "

"It's been a long time since I watched it," she admitted.

Hermione smiled and said: "You can just become an Auror. The position of Auror's file handler is still vacant. This job is very busy. You just need to use your wand to pull out the file and let others handle it. The processing specialist always likes to adjust the weather in the Auror Department to the Mediterranean climate, so you shouldn't feel cold."

Aura's expression was still a little hesitant.

"It's okay," Hermione continued, "Your magic power is very strong, so prepare for the worst that you won't be able to play. If you go to the Auror Department now, it will be difficult to get in even if you think about it. Now you don't need three years of training. And I I think you are very suitable to be an Auror."

Ola hesitated.

Hermione frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Should I..." Olla hesitated, "I won't see Potter, will I?"

Hermione immediately said: "No, he is now... How should I put it, he is very busy. You can't see anyone when you go to him for dinner every day. Now, you can understand it by reading the newspaper."

Ola breathed a sigh of relief: "Great."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

She went back and bought newspapers from 1998 to 1999.

"Ten Unknown Great Achievements of the Savior", "The Most Stunning Battle in History: The Battle of Hogwarts", "Catch Ten Heinous Death Eaters on the Spot"... All in all, it's basically bragging about the Savior and the Order of the Phoenix , and then scolded Death Eaters and You-Know-Who.

As for how to scold those remnants—the most intuitive point is that they now directly call the mysterious man Voldemort.

(By the way: she is glad that the dean who cleared up his grievances died.

Otherwise, hearing the savior announce in the auditorium that the dean has loved his mother almost all his life, he would absolutely commit suicide in shame. )

Hermione is right, Auror is a hot profession now, and many people want to participate in interviews.

Ola submitted her resume to the Auror Department, passed the written test, and Tonks presided over the interview. She plans to hang up a idle job here to rest for a while, and then make other plans later.

Anyway, she's just going to give it a try, and she doesn't necessarily want to be an Auror.

Her family is not short of the little money Ola earns.

Ola stood outside and waited, and saw many people waiting outside with resumes, chattering from time to time.A few girls surrounded the front, and it didn't look like they were going to apply for a job.

She took out a mirror and subconsciously straightened her silver hair.

"Next!" The last person walked out of the corridor, and he said something excitedly, which made a large group of people excited.

Ola glanced at it strangely, but didn't think about it, because she went in for the interview right after.

Neville winked at her: "Ola Egil!"

In front of it was a black door, on which the magic eye donated by Mad-Eye was spinning wantonly. He led her into a small room, and someone screamed beside her. She took a closer look: the person in that room The iron gate says HJP

"That's Harry's exclusive place to deal with affairs," Neville said proudly, "he once interrogated eight Death Eaters in one night."

Ola snorted.

Is it exaggerating, bro?

Neville led her to the seat, which was a very Auror design - the Auror seat for review was higher than the seat for review, giving people a natural sense of awe.

Tonks wasn't there, but Mad-Eye was, and there was an empty seat next to him.

Neville left without locking the door.

"Why are you here?" Ola frowned. "Aren't you retired?"

Mad-Eye was triumphant: "Tonks said you wanted to apply, and I specially came here as a retired Auror to guide you... Hehe, Alto's daughter actually fell into my hands..."

He smiled ferociously on the face scratched by Greyback, Ola was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

"Shut up, Moody," she cursed, "Tonks shouldn't be told to..."

The door was pushed open, but it wasn't Tonks who came in.

Harry was wearing an Auror uniform, with his shirt unbuttoned a few times and a thick file on his elbow.He abandoned the black-rimmed glasses and wore gold wires. His eyes were tired but energetic, and his lightning scars were not hidden in his messy black hair.

He glanced at Ola and put down the file: "Okay, let's start."

"Isn't it Tonks?" Ola asked them.

"She eats early at noon," Mad-Eye said impatiently. "She has to feed her son, and Teddy doesn't like Lupin's feeding... That's why I don't like recruiting witches anymore, because I always have to take care of the family."

Harry stretched out his hand, flicked the hourglass, and said in a business-like tone, "Let's begin, and briefly describe our experience."

Ola panicked, what Hermione said made her totally unprepared.

"I'm Ola Egil," she racked her brains to recall, "20 years old, I rescued 1997 seed wizards under the search team from 1998 to 16, and participated in the defense of Hogwarts. It's..."

After stumbled and stumbled for a long time, finally, Ola said reluctantly, "I don't remember the name."

"It doesn't matter, with your ability..." Mad-Eye muttered and glanced at his resume. "You actually want to be an Auror file handler!?"

Ola hummed, "I broke my elbow, and I need to recuperate for a few years."

Mad-Eye was dissatisfied: "You think this is St. Mungo's?"

"By the way, let's get in touch with a new job," Ola said in a coquettish tone, "I can't be a Chaser all my life, this profession is for youth, and I just have the ability to come here."

Even if she doesn't like this profession, she has to refuse it herself.

Mad-Eye snorted, "How long will it take for you to recover?"

"One year."

"Very good," he nodded, "I can raise you first, and then wait for your injury to recover..."

As Mad-Eye spoke, he looked at Harry—he had the Auror owl badge next to him, but Harry was playing with the stamp casually, making no attempt to stamp it on her.

"Harry?" Mad-Eye urged.

He shook his head: "No."

Ola raised her eyebrows angrily: "Why?"

Even Neville Longbottom can come in, why can't she come in? (Although he cut off one of the mysterious man's favorite pets.)

"We have a lot of people signing up every day, saying that they participated in the defense of Hogwarts," Harry leaned back. "But as far as I know, you definitely haven't."

"Why?" Ola glared at him.

She wished she could burn his green eyes with a fire.

"Because of those who participated," he stared at her gray-blue eyes, spreading his hands innocently. "—all will come to see me."

Guilt suddenly surged in Ola's heart.

Harry closed his eyes and continued: "...so I can't prove your participation, and I'm the most qualified person in the whole room to prove you."

"I want to go, but the team is very important to me..."

The bell rang outside, and Mad-Eye, who had just closed his eyes and was about to snore, was startled awake: "It's time for dinner, it's almost noon, let's go, Harry, let's go eat."

Harry winked at the assistant next to him, "Put these files in my office."

He and Mad-Eye stood up and were about to go out to eat together. Ola stood up from the chair directly, pushing the chair so that it scratched a big scratch on the floor.

"Harry Potter, stop!"

"Harry, the old place, when the time comes we will meet up..." Mad-Eye said as he got into the ordinary elevator.

He walked all the way forward, took off his uniform and hung it on his arm, and buttoned a few buttons casually.While doing this, Harry walked up to the special elevator for Aurors, and Ola followed closely behind.

"Ma'am," an employee of the Ministry of Magic stopped her at the elevator entrance, "This is an elevator for Aurors..."

Aura didn't even glance, just raised her wand and waved it aside, the staff member fell into a temporary coma.

Harry woke him up again with a spring like water.

But Ola was already in the elevator.

"Why did you reject me," she sneered, "you can't do it for something great, can you? I don't understand how a small position has anything to do with your career."

Harry pressed the elevator to the ground.

"Did you see how many files I took when I came in?" he asked an irrelevant question.

Aura frowned, "I didn't notice."

"Thirty-eight cases," he asked himself, "all of your Slytherins."

Her heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the lake. This was the last thing she wanted to think about, and it was also the reason why she didn't want to see her friends.That is, in case her old friends came to beg her, wanting to reduce the punishment, not even going to Azkaban.

Can Ola really say no?

At this moment, a shrill child's cry came from the second floor, and Harry looked at it with pity.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"It's a child whose whole family entered Azkaban," he quickly closed his eyes, and replied like a stream, "From then on, he probably lives alone. Do you think he is pitiful?"

Aura shook her head hesitantly.

Although she felt that Harry would definitely forgive the child...

Unexpectedly, Harry said in a cold tone, "There's nothing to be pitiful about, right? After all, the children of the Order of the Phoenix grow up like this. They all have dead relatives, or both parents died."

Aura took a deep breath and looked up at him. He had already grown a man's body and face, and even had a beard on his chin. The only thing he was familiar with was the emerald green eyes.

Not at all like her Harry.

"What about me, why was I rejected." She tried to find a shadow.

Harry rolled his Adam's apple, finally looking sideways at her.

"You can't bear to be begged," he said subduedly. "Besides, those who are begging you are all so important."

Ola breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't know what was going on with the elevator. There were only the two of them standing in such a big Auror elevator.He said a word casually, and the breath he exhaled could hit her around, causing trembling.

He stared at her elbow, and said softly: "Besides, your body is not very good."