[hp] Pride and Prejudice

"Going to eat?" Harry asked casually.

Ola was still angry: "I'm sorry, I'm on a hunger strike to lose weight now."

He smiled, as if he had expected it.

Harry said, "Then you can watch me eat."

Ola was so choked by him that she wanted to curse, but her mouth was much dumber than his.She thought for a while, then snorted coldly and said, "This is how the British treat guests."

"Yes," he said.

It was London outside, the weather was very gloomy, and there was still a little water on the road.

Ola's elbow was throbbing with pain.She sneaked out her wand; Harry had already cast a warming charm on her and draped the coat around her elbows.

"Come on," said Harry, "go find a restaurant and eat."

There were many Muggles on it, and Ola put on her coat in disgust. She carefully avoided these people and followed Harry - she was really not familiar with Muggle shops, nor did she have Muggle money.

"What to eat?" he asked in front.

Ola said stiffly: "I won't eat."

Harry snorted, and opened the door of the restaurant in front of him. It was a French restaurant with a quiet environment and someone was playing the piano.Ola glanced at these women in short clothes in a strange way, and they also looked at her in a strange way.

But there are very few people.

"What to eat?" he asked again.

Ola continued to be stubborn: "I said I won't eat."

Harry glanced at her helplessly, and closed the menu with a snap, "Then have one."

She stared at the black tea on the table without moving for a long time.Her silver hair also shone in the black tea, and the tea was faintly dyed, and her unwilling face swayed with the waves.

"What's wrong with Pansy?" She asked after a while. "I've been looking for newspapers all day and I haven't found them."

Harry stirred the milkshake with a spoon, "Parkinson's family paid the Ministry a lot of money to disassociate themselves from his sisters who married Death Eaters, and Pansy's dad got a job from the British chair of the International Federation of Wizards." The minister was downgraded to a minister, but he was getting along."

Ola frowned worriedly.

"She must be having a hard time," she said lowly. "She must have lost weight."

Harry suppressed the discomfort in his heart and hummed.

Ola moved her lips, "Then, what about the others?"

"Malfoy saved my life, so Draco was exempt from punishment." He said indifferently, "As for Lucius, he has been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban by the Wizengamot, and he has also surrendered to the Ministry. I have spent a lot of money, and life is not easy recently, and the Knott family is similar."

She let out a muffled oh, pretending that she was drinking coffee to cover up the discomfort.

Harry said slowly, "Crabbe is dead, Goyle's father has also entered Azkaban, and he himself was convicted of connivance and imprisoned for two months..." He suddenly smiled, "It was supposed to For at least a year, but he didn't do me and Ron and Hermione in the Room of Requirement, and he said, 'No way, this is Ola's favorite guy.'"

"I just said hello to the Wizengamot, and I didn't let him squat so long in Azkaban," he said.

Ola looked at his milkshake, his face reflected in it.

She recalled in a daze that Harry could be said to be the most powerful person in the entire wizarding world now, the deputy director of the Auror Command, an honorary member of the Wizengamot, and the person with the most say in this war, the major newspapers Everyone wants to get his exclusive report——

"The Savior, who not only defeated Voldemort in 1998, but also filled half of Azkaban."

Those who are now in important positions are members of the Order of the Phoenix.

For example, the current Minister of Magic is Kingsley.

But her friends, all big and small, have been imprisoned once.

Ola felt distressed when she thought about it. Her friends were originally rich men and women who had no worries about food and clothing, but they had to go through so many things. What did they trade for their maturity?

But there was no way, if they continued to sit back and relax, she would be the one to worry about.

Ola stared at the milkshake, but heard him ask, "What were you thinking?"

She raised her eyes and let out an ah.

"Are you asking Alto and Alan?" Harry asked displeased. "Or my fellow godfather at St Mungo's leg?"

"No," Ola answered, "I know what they are going to do. Isn't my dad still working as the director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures in the German Ministry of Magic? Isn't Alan also working on a store recently, and then my dad can't accept it. His...arranged a lot of blind dates..."

His emerald green eyes stared at her, turning into black and green pupils, as if suppressing countless anger.

When Ola wanted to take a closer look, he had already lowered his eyes, and his voice was steady and flat: "Well, you can accept it. In fact, there are relatively few jobs in the Ministry now, except for a few diehards who are not easy to convict. As long as you can accept this The job is yours."

Ola hesitated: "I can."

"Sign it," said Harry, "the seal is in your pocket."

She looked down, remembering that she was wearing his Auror uniform, and Ola reached out and pulled it out: the owl, representing the Auror's perceptiveness and great insight, stood on the badge, with a red badge underneath.

He took out a piece of paper: "Sign whatever you want, just don't overwrite it... Forget it, it's okay if you overwrite it, I still have a copy in my office."

Ola was moved by this detail, but she took the seal and poked it down: there was no seal on the paper, it was still an ordinary contract form.

She poked it a few times in disbelief, but the result was still the same.

"Forgot," he deliberately picked this moment and stretched out his hand. "Only I can cover."

Ola gave him an annoyed look.

Harry grasped her hand quickly, pulled it to the paper and pressed it hard, and there was a menacing eagle on the blank paper at the bottom, and the words below appeared naturally: HJP

His palm was still sweating, it was a prisoner's palm much bigger than hers.

Just like how Harry was on the court countless times, every game against Slytherin, he had to go to grab the Snitch first, and before he snatched, he deliberately got playful and played with his hands.

For example, the first year swallowed a golden snitch in front of Slytherin.

There are no snitches here—

Only Ola.

"I don't want to join the Auror Department anymore," she said immediately angrily, "I don't want to at all! The lifetime salary of that file handler is not more than half of the property that Egil gave me!"

Harry raised his eyebrows.

He generously took out the contract: "Then you tear it up."

But with his performance, Ola's head seemed to have been poured with water, and he calmed down.

She looked suspiciously at the place where his fingers were pressed, and found a few large characters: Violators of the contract are automatically judged to have violated the "1997 Version of the Ministry of Magic Internal Revised Treaty", pending judgment by the Wizengamot. , Azkaban imprisonment/imprisonment for one month.

"——If you want to meet your former friend in such a disgraceful way." He accused him kindly. "Ola, please read more about the detailed terms of the contract next time, a lot of conspiracy lies in the contract..."

At this time, the waiter pushed a trolley over, and when he was carrying a plate, Ola overturned it directly.

"Ola Egil!" He hurriedly took out a money bag and threw it on the table, "You ate up all of Hagrid's snails, didn't you? Why is your temper getting worse and worse?"

Sure enough, she is still suitable for simple playing, and she is not good at dealing with this kind of relationship.

Ola walked all the way out, she didn't care where she went, Muggles are Muggles, at least she didn't know how big a joke she just made, she walked all the way to Big Ben under the strange eyes of others.

Panting as she looked back, Potter followed her at his leisure.

"What are you going to do?" Aura shouted impatiently.

"I just want to ask a clear question," he said coldly, "During this year, you have time to write letters with Aalto and Allen, and when you come out, you just look for newspapers to find news about your friends, what about me?"

Ola gave him a surprised look.

Harry asked a little excitedly, "From entering the Auror Department to leaving, from the beginning to the end, you didn't ask me a word about me, you didn't ask me how I was doing, you didn't even know that I saw you yesterday Resume, I worked overtime until four o'clock just to see what you look like now..."

The misty gray-blue eyes looked at him indifferently.

"I've always missed you," he said with a breath. "Since a long time ago, I saw you and Jones go on a date and go to the library together. I have been watching you from a distance. I am on the run When I was in bed, I was thinking, if I was killed by Voldemort, not only would those wizards of the bastard family be ruined, but would you marry someone else?"

Harry's voice suppressed strange emotions: "Are you wearing a beautiful wedding dress and marrying a pure-blood wizard? Is your child black-haired or silver-haired? Will it look like you..."

"But it must be as mischievous as you." He quickly raised his head and said.

Aura held back her tears: "I don't seem to have anything to do with you?"

"Yes." He said stubbornly. "I don't believe that the person who gave me the bracelet that symbolizes being together forever wants to have nothing to do with me."

She sneered: "Being together for a lifetime is a lover, maybe I want to be a roommate with you forever?"

Harry blinked, the outstretched veins stopped.

"Yes," he nodded, "you can move to my house today."

Hearing this, Ola frowned in disgust.

She said sarcastically, "Are you really the Harry I like? My Harry will never force others to do things. He respects my ideas every moment, and he loves me very much."

Harry lowered his head and muttered sorry for a long time.

"Let's go, you haven't eaten yet." He said nonchalantly, for fear of making a mistake. "I'm sorry, I just want to take the initiative. I have no experience with girls, only you."

Aura walked back with tears in her eyes.

He continued: "But I'm also very angry. I'm angry that you ignored me for a year, so I can't help being angry with you."

Aura listened to him numbly.

"Mr. Potter, I think you are wrong," she said flatly, "I am your Slytherin classmate now, not your girlfriend, please keep a distance from me, I have no intention of falling in love for the time being."

She couldn't forget the embarrassment when she was rejected twice, and guessing in love that her boyfriend was full of things she hadn't said to her.

Although sweet, but physically and mentally exhausted.

He quietly listened to what she had to say.

When he turned back again, Harry blinked his eyelashes stained with mist. Under the refraction of the light from the glass window, he seemed to be dazzled by the sun, and made a soft nasal sound.

"But I can't."