[hp] Pride and Prejudice

At this time Ron also stopped, "Ola, why don't you go and get to know our colleagues in the Auror Command, and you may be able to use it in sports competitions in the future."

"That's right," Harry said quickly, "and the Leaky Cauldron has also released a new product, the drink is cold and warm in the stomach, and it's a drink with ice cream and wine."

Ola frowned in distress.

Hermione was holding a pile of legal documents, "Yeah, and there's no sugar, not sweet."

"Hermione," Ron immediately offered to help her take it, "why didn't you wait for me to take it for you?"

His arms were many times stronger than Hermione's, and he stopped the paperwork, his little freckles were full of sincerity.

Harry also looked at her expectantly.

"Okay." She said.

In an instant, his emerald eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.

"—Of course it's a lie," Ola said mischievously, "I want to rest early, so as not to affect my body, so I have to go back early."

For example, her legs are so numb that she wants to go home and lie down.

"I can send you—"

"no need."

Hermione surreptitiously pinched Harry's back, and his words stopped abruptly.

In fact, Ola is tired. Every heroic posture she gallops on the court is full of the sweat of hard training. The few standings just now are not as usual for her.

She was a little discouraged, the exercise intensity of the rest is too low now, if she really goes back to the selection, it may be difficult to get in.

Ola pressed the button to go to the surface and heard Michael ask her.

He asked, "Why don't you go have dinner with them?"

"I don't want to go." Ola lazily hummed.

"In fact, the dinner at the Ministry of Magic is quite interesting," Michael said, "and the boss will give you a few discounts..."

Ola listened lazily. She has never been troubled by money since she was a child.

Moreover, she is not the little girl who was blocked by her brother from falling in love at school before. The failed first love and the Quaffle-style matchmaking of her teammate made her understand-if a boy is interested in you, he will love you. Make excuses to keep talking to you.

"Goodbye." She said politely.

Not bothering to care about the expression of Michael who stayed where he was, Ola walked out of the phone booth and walked towards a Muggle street familiarly.

When she passed the Thames River, blurred lights flickered in the river water, and there was a shadow of a man behind her.

She turned around: "Why are you still here?"

A figure came out of the darkness, and she saw it as expected, a pair of black eyes shining with green light turned into a clear and gentle green, Harry was wearing a coat and holding something in his hand, he walked over naturally Leaning on the fence by the river.

"I'm afraid you're not safe," he said, "your wine."

Harry's hand reached out, and she looked down, and saw that in his bag was a wrapped jug, the ice cream on it had not yet melted due to magic, and even the grass sprinkled on it for decoration could be seen.

Ola's heart softened a bit: "Didn't you say you don't want to come?"

His green eyes looked at her: "But if I really don't come out, will you be angry? It was supposed to be earlier, but I was a little late because I forgot to book a box today, and I was recognized as soon as I entered the bar Yes, several reporters are chasing me..."

"How did you get out?" Ola asked.

"Apparition," Harry said matter-of-factly, "I'm nineteen."

She froze for a moment, yes, these are two adults.

It's no longer the 15-year-old drunken two children telling each other their hearts.

Ola took the straw and poked it down. It was cold on the lips when it first entered, but it was warm from the mouth to the stomach.

She hesitated for a moment: "I didn't ask you last time, how are you doing?"

The breath next to him stopped.

"I'm okay," he said after thinking for a long time, "I was very busy at first, and I often stayed up late, but later on, I was okay, but once I was free." Harry's voice was intermittent: "You won't forget Those years."

That period of fighting against the darkness has lasted 19 years from birth to the present.

A full nineteen lives have been dedicated to fighting Voldemort.

Ola thought, he had worked hard for this for many years, but Harry's life plan ended when Voldemort died, but when Voldemort died, Harry's life had just begun.

She looked at the dotted lakeside, waiting for him to vent.

"What about you?" Harry asked.

Ola turned her head sideways and looked at him who was watching the lakeside: "I'm okay. Training in the team is very hard, but it's also very happy. Right now, life is a bit boring."

Her emotions hesitated to speak.

In fact, the big and small scars from training in the team were ridiculed by the male players for not being strong enough, and they were worried that the magic sunscreen would not be able to resist the sun exposure. Alto was moved to see her training... She didn't say anything, and turned it into a sentence fine.

Because he was no longer in her life.

Harry nodded, leaning his elbows on the railing, as if thinking about her words.

Ola drank the wine in one gulp, without a trace of drunkenness: "I really want to ask, how did Ron and Hermione get together, I always feel that it is impossible for him to be together because half of his brain was eaten by a troll. "

Harry laughed lowly.

"Actually, they're pretty obvious," he said. "Hermione is only shy with Ron, who likes and listens to her... but I knew and found out about it in the dormitories. You know Yes, a group of boys, the conversation always starts with Quidditch and ends with the girls..."

Ola looked at him in surprise: "He likes to talk about Hermione in the dormitory, doesn't he?"

In the moonlight, she could also see Harry's face froze for a moment.

"No," he said softly, "no one wants people to talk about the girl they like, but they always talk about you. I just say I hate Slytherin and tell them to shut up. But Seamo always talks about the topic When it comes to you, I almost got into a fight with them."

Seamus is always fantasizing about his girlfriend.

Ola laughed: "Possessiveness of young boys."

She thought back to her experience in Slytherin - like in the last century.

She and Pansy were in the dormitory, starting from the interesting news of "Witch Weekly", to carefully and secretly chatting about the good-looking boys in the school, joking about how he likes them, and finally ending with campus gossip.

Harry looked at her, suddenly smiled, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you really know how we talk about girls in the dormitory?"

"How to talk?" Ola asked naturally.

"It's okay." He smiled strangely for a while, "We just chat normally."

weird.

Aura glared at him angrily, and continued walking under the blurred light.The weather in London was gloomy in the evening, but it was very comfortable. She was wearing a navy blue robe and walked forward happily flicking her sleeves.

"Where do you live?" Harry asked from behind.

Olla replied: "I live in a Muggle hotel."

"You," he hesitated, "don't you look down on Muggles?"

"The London property that Aalto bought me was occupied by Allen," Ola complained. "He said the scenery was nice, so he moved in with Fred directly. I don't want to live in the Leaky Cauldron, you remember the service there?" How bad it is, the pancakes are all raw. I just looked for a place to live on the street, saw a Muggle hotel, thought it was good, and rented it for a year..."

Except that it is run by Muggles, you can go to the lobby to have breakfast every day when you get up here, and the room is cleaned.

As Ora was talking, a thought suddenly popped into her head: how about she opens a hotel in the wizarding world?The Leaky Cauldron is really bad.

"Ola?" he asked.

She shook her head and hurried into the hotel: "goodbye."

Another empty day at work.

When it was time for lunch, Ola happily took a pile of financial newspapers, got out of the elevator, ran to a restaurant with a nice view, and sat on a seat filled with flowers.

A man with a newspaper and wearing a pure white St. Mungo's therapist uniform came in.

"Draco?" She waved.

He said angrily: "I saw it. Who told you to leave so suddenly in St. Mungo's a few days ago. I saw it a few days ago."

Draco was wearing a white robe, and his platinum blonde hair was shining faintly in the sun.He was well-maintained and exquisite everywhere, except for the gray eyes filled with cautious gray.

It's not the naive little devil back then.

"I can't see that you like being a therapist," she joked with a smile, "I thought you would be your master in Malfoy Manor, and your family doesn't lack the money."

Draco sighed: "There is no lack, but what Malfoy lacks now is prestige. Being a healer is at least a redemption in the eyes of the public."

"Long live the pure-bloods in the past, but now the wizarding world is proud of mixed-bloods and hempseeds. I think Granger will climb up the ranks in a few years. She was once one of Potter's right-hand men. As soon as she came to power, Maybe pure blood will be worthless by then." He glanced out the window and whispered.

Fireworks from Weasley's Joke Shop.

He sighed: "Hey, the biggest winner after the war is actually Weasley."

Ola waved her hand: "Let's not talk about this, let's open a hotel. Don't you think there is only the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, and it really can't meet the needs of some people?"

"It's not easy now," Draco tapped his fingers on the table, "Whatever you do now depends on the face of the Order of the Phoenix... Oh, you belong to the Order of the Phoenix too."

He was silent, bowed his head and took a sip of bitter green apple juice.

Aura stared at him: "You, how are you doing?"

"That's it." He sighed.

Draco was wearing a gorgeous watch, which was passed down from his grandfather, and it looked really good.But what about life?The rumored two-faced Malfoy family has already lost the right to speak in many places because of a failed war.

He took another sip of green apple juice: "Everything is like this now. It needs the order of the Phoenix to nod. Kingsley is very smart. He doesn't want the money and jewelry from those big pure-blood families, but what we want from the Ministry." Privileges, for example, our family was able to charge [-]% of the money in every store in Diagon Alley, what about now?"

"It's all gone."

Aura murmured, "Then what do you do?"

He was silent again.

After a while, Draco said: "Marriage, I made an agreement with the Greengrass family. Their family has not been affected much, and their reputation is good. Even if they have less property, it is considered a legal business. Originally, our family always felt that , will tie the knot with your family, it's really time-"

But no matter which side wins, Ola will not be with him.

"Daphne?" She changed the subject.

"No," Draco said, "Astoria, she has a pretty good personality, and her three views are similar to mine."

Ola slowly thought about this person, and finally realized that she was a shy little sister who often hid behind Daphne's back.

He sneered: "Who doesn't want to meet with Daphne? She's completely out of her mind, and she pays attention to other people's private affairs every day."

"Why are you all getting married?" Ola sighed.

Draco sat casually, looked out of the window with gray-blue eyes, and said with emotion: "Yes, Pansy and the McMillan family, me and the Greengrass family, Theodore and Bulstrode, yes. Now, Theodore is not doing well now, don't go to him... What about you, how have you been with Potter recently?"

"Ex." She said succinctly.

She thought Draco might clap his hands, glad she had nothing to do with Potter anymore, but he shook his head disapprovingly.

"Ola, you are too capricious." Draco sighed, "If I were me, I would now wish to tie Potter to the wedding venue. His current wealth, fame, and future prospects are comparable to those of your other suitors." It's a long shot, that Zhivkov... you're going to play childish right now, aren't you?"

Ola snorted dissatisfied.

Draco looked at her lazily, they seemed to have looked at each other countless times since childhood, and then Draco smiled.

"Forget it, you are entitled to be self-willed now, and I think it's good to be alive now." He said, "It's just Ola, I hope you have a good life in your life. From before to now, I have always been concerned about your problems It's for that reason."

Ola looked at him, Draco turned his head to drink his coffee, Fang Zheng's chin already looked like a man.

"Leah," he waved, "here."

A pale golden woman in blue satin saw him from the window, and walked into the store happily. She looked very pleasant, with round blue eyes: "Hello, are you Aura?"

"Hello, Leah." Ola said kindly.

Astoria also smiled, revealing sweet dimples: "I have always liked Sister Aura, but I didn't have a chance to get in touch with you. The six of you played so well."

"It's a pity that I didn't know you were coming, otherwise I would bring you a gift." Ola said politely.

Draco looked at Leah, asked her a few words gently, turned his head and looked at Ola again: "Shall we talk about the hotel now?"

"Fortunately you still remember." Ola sneered.

She really never thought that Draco would grow into a mature person like this.In the violent storm, this pampered young master was polished by the cruelty of reality.