[hp] Pride and Prejudice

After receiving the report card, Ola was indignant.

Although Potions finally got an "A" - like Professor Snape's fangs.

But she got the news that Granger was actually number one.

Is she pure blood!

Why can't Aura, a true pureblood, fail her in the test! ?

That's not what friends and family have told her.

Ola wrote a letter with a woolen pen as soon as she got back.

Dear fellow savior:

I’m your good friend—Egil, congratulations on winning the first place, by the way: Does the kick I kick hurt?I hope you won't be unable to walk. Granger from Gryffindor is the first this time, but next time may not be the case.

I hope you eat more, your small body is not enough for me to fight. (Four Galleons are attached, and your classmates show mercy by letting you feast.)

Your classmate: Egil.

Ola thought, she is so kind, she even gave Galleons to her nemesis, caring whether he would have enough to eat or not.

She is truly an angel on earth.

Ola also wrote to Granger.

In short, it was to threaten Granger, and asked her in a roundabout way if she had any pure-blood wizards as relatives in her ancestors.

In order to show their fake friendship (so that her parents would not tear it up before she received the letter), she also gave her a History of Magic.

The whole summer vacation, without Potter, was quite boring.

Draco grabbed her to practice Quidditch.

"I will definitely send you to Quidditch!" he vowed.

Oh, it sucks.

Ola also told her mother, Deborah, what she had done in Hogwarts for a year, of course, after artistic processing.

Deborah worried: "Do you have a bad relationship with the Potter boys?"

"Oh, it's okay." Ola tried to fool the past.

"But don't make your relationship with him too bad." Deborah said earnestly, "For a family like ours, forming good karma is the most important thing."

Ola nodded obediently on the surface - who wouldn't fool the parents?But she actually bullied Potter for a year.

"Of course, I know you." Deborah sighed.

Father Alto wants to fight with her, so that she can test her level——

So-so.

Her spells are more like fireworks than her brother's, and none of them come from textbooks.

Within a few days, Granger wrote back to her, first affirming that she was born as a purebred Muggle, and then saying that he would definitely suppress her grades for seven years.

Damn Granger!

As for Potter, she hadn't written back.

Maybe he threw it in the trash without even looking at it.

But Ola didn't know that the poor savior only received a letter from her during the whole summer vacation——

Potter thought his friends cared less about him than an obnoxious Slytherin.

He was still at his uncle's Muggle house, holding Ola's letter even in his dreams—

Because this is proof that he is living in the magic world, not just dreaming.

But Ola didn't know.

She decides to write him another letter (with Draco who comes to play at her house):

Dear fellow savior:

Best wishes to you, a year has passed before you know it, although you may not have had a good time this year.

But in fact, we have no irreconcilable conflicts. If you are willing to accept it, I am willing to apologize for kicking you before. If you are willing, we may try to be friends.

At least every Christmas, you get presents from Slytherins.

Your friends Egil, Malfoy.

The next week, bloody Potter hadn't written back to her.

Two letters!

Maybe he didn't bother writing to Slytherins at all.

She and Draco were so mad they hit the Bludger for Potter's head.

Diagon Alley.

Ola came with his brother, and in the end the two parted ways, he went to find his classmates, and Ola went to Draco.

After all, the two are not the same age. She grew up with Draco rather than Ellen.

Ola also saw a lot of red heads on the road, they must be Weasleys.

She squeezed all the way to the Lihen Bookstore, and a woman's scream rang in her ears, as well as a burst of blinding lights.

"Damn Potter," Draco suddenly leaned on the railing on the second floor and cursed in a low voice, "it really is a celebrity—no wonder he bothered to reply to our letter."

But didn't rush down to trouble Potter.

Ora didn't forget the reply letter that came to nothing.

"Let's go, Ola." Allen came up to her.

"How about you, Draco?" Ola asked.

"I'll wait for my dad." He muffled.

She glanced at Potter, who was swarming in the crowd, who gave her a complicated look.

Oh, Potter, see you at school.

If she didn't bully him to death, her surname would not be Egil.

After waiting for several days, Ola finally boarded the train.

As soon as she was walking on the road, a beautiful Chinese girl bumped into her.

"I'm sorry." Her curved eyebrows were shining brightly.

Ola: "It's fine."

She knew who this was, Ravenlock's Qiu Zhang. After all, who didn't know such a beautiful girl.

"Goodbye, Ola." Cho also knew her.

Aura nodded, and went directly to Theodore's box. After waiting for a while, the one-in-a-million platinum-haired young lady and the noble and reserved young lady Pansy arrived late.

Pansy complained to her: "We went outside to look for Potter but couldn't find it. We only saw Granger alone, and Weasley was gone. Really, it made us go out and wander around, and we were exhausted."

"Why is Granger sitting alone?" Ola was curious.

"Maybe Potter finally can't stand her." Draco sneered.

Ola took Pansy's hand: "I want to see Granger."

Granger, who usually had her chin up, was sitting alone now, and she was quite interested.

If it weren't for her being a weed, Ola would be willing to be friends with her-it's a great thing to be with powerful or great friends.

"Let's go together." Draco shouted impatiently.

Olla shook her head. He really put his life's joy into torturing Potter.

Even if it's just Potter's friend.

Draco led them to the door of Granger's box without hesitation, and shot the small box several times with haughty eyes.

"Hey," he raised his face proudly, "where's silly baby Potter?"

But the strange thing is that Granger didn't answer them, but instead asked angrily: "Where's Harry?"

Oh, Merlin's socks, didn't they ask her again?

Ola looked puzzled.

Granger saw them all like this, and his face quickly turned worried: "Didn't you do it?"

"What do you mean?" Aura was puzzled, "We're not so boring."

"It has nothing to do with you!" Granger turned his face away stiffly.

Ola snorted angrily, followed her gaze and looked out——

Merlin!She knew where Potter had gone!

She stretched out her fingers tremblingly and pointed at the strange thing flying in the air, as well as Weasley with his head sticking out, and Potter who was hanging in the air with his hands grabbing hard.

Granger was anxious: "Ron! Harry!"

Ola figured that if the windows were big enough, Granger would lean out and try to grab them and pull them in.

Weasley yelled while pulling Potter, "Hermione, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Granger was about to answer when Weasley suddenly called out.

Because the monster they were sitting on shuddered, almost throwing Potter all over the place.

"Harry! Hurry up!" Weasley cried, sounding like he was about to cry.

"Can you stop sweating so much!"

Potter screamed in the air, too.

Weasley pulled the others with all his strength, and they sat together on that damn thing out of sight of the box.

Theodore exclaimed: "They're crazy."

"What the hell are they doing?" Ola frowned.

Draco seemed very happy: "They're done."

Granger glared at him hard.

And Draco said categorically: "This year's school opening banquet will become a farewell party for the savior."

He dropped this sentence, and left the villain first.

Ola didn't want to spend time under Granger's vicious gaze, she went back to make fun of herself.

God, she'd never seen Draco so happy.

After entering the box, Draco never stopped speculating that Potter would be expelled, Weasley's father would be punished by the ministry, and Weasley might also be expelled!

He laughed so hard his teeth couldn't fit together.

"Will Potter really be fired?" Ola was actually a little bit reluctant.

It must be because there would be less fun.

"Of course," Draco said haughtily, "but my dad is the school trustee. If they come to me, I can ask my dad to talk to Dumbledore."

So, he hoped that Potter would come to beg him.

Ola couldn't help but bend her lower lip.

"Is that thing they were sitting on just now some kind of magical animal?" She finally asked.

Theodore gave her a blank look: "That's the Muggle's means of transportation, it's a car."

Then she must visit the Muggle world if she has the chance.

Ola wisely didn't say that.

When Draco heard this sentence, he brought the matter back to Weasley's father's private modification of Muggle items.He babbled all the way, and in the end Ola was brainwashed by him.

Mainly until the end of the freshmen sorting, I didn't see the savior and that Weasley.

She had been paying attention all the way, not even listening to that Lockhart introducing himself - he was very popular with the girls.

At least Pansy liked watching him, too.

"Who doesn't like good-looking people?" Pansy asked rhetorically.

After the dinner, the prefect left the auditorium with the first-year students first, and Flint came to Draco's side at this time.

He patted Draco on the shoulder in a friendly way: "Thank you for your father's support for me, don't forget to participate in the selection after a while, oh, yes, Egil, don't forget too."

Ola nodded helplessly at him.

"When the time comes, you will be a Seeker and a goalkeeper, and I will let those two idiots go." He rubbed his hands imaginatively, "Combined with the Nimbus 2000 funded by Malfoy's father, this year's Quidditch Cup It's up to us, we can get Wood out!"

Ola frowned: "But I want to be a batter!"

"No! It's good if you don't get your neck broken by a Bludger for 10 minutes. The batters are all tall and strong men, like your brother." Flint stared at her critically, "I think you should be A Seeker is pretty good."

Ola was not convinced, it would be good if she didn't twist Draco's head off and kick it like a snitch.

"Let her try it out, the batsman is out next year anyway," Deliancep said.

Flint didn't look very happy, but he still glanced at her: "Okay, let you try, maybe you can play with your brother - I must train you to be stronger than Weasley Flexible hitter."

"But Chaser may be more suitable for you." He finally said.

Draco quietly leaned forward: "Yeah, and Potter is going to be fired again, Gryffindor will never find another Seeker who matches me."

"Even if Potter is still there." Olla satisfied him.

Draco raised his chin proudly.

But the next day, he used this sentence to curse Ora as a crow's mouth.

Who knows?

The Savior and his friends came to the school in a Muggle car and crashed into the Whomping Willow, yet they were not expelled, and they were still sitting in the auditorium for breakfast in the morning.

The shrill voice of the roaring letter pierced the auditorium: "...stolen the car, if they fire you, I won't be surprised at all, see how I deal with you then. You probably haven't thought about it at all, me and How did your dad feel when he found out the car was gone..."

Draco raised his eyebrows, revealing a look in his eyes.

"... If you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately!"

Draco and Ola smiled directly.

And there was silence at the Gryffindor table, followed by bursts of laughter from the group.

"Look at Weasley's face," Pansy said.

You don't even need to look, Weasley's crying face looks like he's swallowed a whole box of booger-smelling Bibi's.

But soon, this expression appeared on Draco.

Because they were taking herbal medicine class, Granger from Gryffindor said this time, what kind of mandrake is this, and crying may kill people.

Merlin!die!

Draco's face turned green.

She nudged him with her elbow: "Look, Draco, don't these grasses look like you? They cry a lot, and they cry badly."

"What nonsense!" His face was almost red with anger.

"Very well, twenty points to Gryffindor!" shouted Professor Splitter.

What?Granger gave Gryffindor another twenty points?

It doesn't matter, Ola thought indignantly, Professor Snape will finish all the buckles in a while.

Professor Split sent out earmuffs, and Ola took the lead in grabbing two pink ones for her and Pansy.

"It's so cute, like pink velvet," Pansy admired.

Draco put on the lifeless black, his face twisted into a disgust as much as he could: "Pansy is fine, you look like a troll, and you have the nerve to wear pink."

Aura kicked him with her little leather shoes without hesitation.

Fortunately, Professor Split told them to put on the earmuffs in time, otherwise Draco's little platinum head would have become mandrake nourishment.

The quality of the pair of earmuffs was not bad, and Ola couldn't hear a little outside sound after buckling his head.

I saw Professor Split rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the leaf firmly, and pulled it out vigorously.

Its roots are no ordinary grass roots, very ugly babies.

His light green skin is speckled, and a single leaf emerges from the top of his head.

Although Ola couldn't hear the sound, what she imagined was Draco's crying.

She couldn't help laughing, and Draco slapped her hard on the back.

Draco's eyes hinted: This thing is not like me.

Ora took her shoes and stepped on Draco again.

This time, Professor Split has already finished changing the basin.

"Okay," she told them to take off their earmuffs, "the mandrake won't kill you, but it's enough to put you in a coma for hours, so make sure you wear your earmuffs and be careful not to miss your first day of school .”

She announced that they were going to put dragon dung in the flowerpot, so that they could put Orla and Draco in the same place as the Savior and Weasley without dying.

Aura was wearing gloves and stuffing dragon dung into a flower pot. Merlin, if it wasn't for Professor Splitter, she would definitely stuff it into Potter's mouth.

"Hi, Potter." Ola whispered to Potter.

The boy opposite raised a pair of alert green eyes.

Ola speculated maliciously: "What trick did you use to not be expelled from school?"

Potter's green eyes darkened. "I didn't do anything."

"Did you share your fame tips with Lockhart?" she irritated him. "After all, celebrities in the magic world don't bother to associate with us. Only celebrities like Lockhart are worthy of you."

"Don't compare me to Lockhart!"

He was not good at controlling his temper, and his suddenly raised voice almost surpassed Professor Split's lecture.

Professor Split frowned: "What's the matter, Mr. Potter?"

Potter glared at Ola, and tried to calmly say: "Sorry, Professor, it's nothing."

Ola didn't want to lose points.

But as soon as she closed her mouth, Draco lazily made a speech: "If you want me to say, the great savior should write a book with Lockhart, maybe you can get a lot of letters from fans, oh, of course--"

"No one ever hears from the Great Potter," Draco sneered.

Potter looked at him with a cold face, and when he heard the word in the letter, he suddenly glanced strangely at the beautiful girl next to him with his chin raised.

Olla met his gaze and rolled her eyes at Potter.

She and Draco were ignoring him, they were still stuffing dragon dung.

After stuffing, under the guidance of Professor Split, they put on the earmuffs and started to follow her example, pull out the roots of the mandrake with all their strength, and then change the pot.

Professor Split's mandrake was too gentle for her.Their mandrakes were reconciled to throwing all the mud in the faces of these second-year brats, and Draco shoved his hand into the mandrake's mouth cursing.

Was he possessed by a troll?

Gore wouldn't do that.

Too urgent lessons made them careless about pestering Potter, they just wanted to rush back to the dormitory to take a shower.These friends are too conscious of appearance to wait for poor Ola—

She just collected the books a little slower.

Ola hurriedly cleaned up, and suddenly heard a slightly nervous voice: "Well, Egil, no one in the Muggle world buys things with gold Galleons."

She looked up and saw a heavy book tucked in Potter's creaking nest, and she didn't dare to watch her hurry out the door.

Wait, that means Potter didn't reply after seeing her letter?

Damn Potter! !

"Ola, are you all right?" Pansy called to her from outside.

Aura didn't dare to think about it any more, and ran out the door with her book in hand. They went to the dormitory to take a shower together, and then rushed to the transfiguration classroom without stopping.

Professor McGonagall's classes are difficult, but fortunately she has a special way of coping and always does well.

Maybe it's people from their family who have transformed all the skills in potions class...

But today there is something difficult - turning a beetle into a button.

The problem was, the beetle kept crawling up and down the table, and her wand was out of alignment.

"Oh, it's over here again." Ola complained.

Pansy screamed, "Get away, it's coming to me."

She huddled in the corner and poked the crawling beetle with the tip of her wand. Ola felt that she just wanted to keep the beetle away, and had no intention of becoming a button at all.

And Aura, she is a great wizard who wants to defeat a beetle, and this beetle is the first step on her road to success.

She knows where it's going.

Olla stared at the beetle intently, her wand hand flickering.

That beetle was just too cunning.

Can just dodge her spell every time.

Finally, after wasting half a day, traces of buttons appeared on the back of the beetle on Ola's table.

Ola immediately wanted to share it with her friends.

She looked at Pansy, who had been sick since Transfiguration class, oh, forget it, but when she looked at Draco, she saw that he also looked like he had just come out of the hospital wing.

"What's wrong with you, Draco?" she asked.

Shouldn't Draco be looking for trouble with Potter at this time?

He pinched the poor beetle, and she seemed to be able to hear the beetle's wailing from the depths of her soul.

Draco sighed old-fashionedly: "Why is it so difficult to be friends with others?"

Could it be Zabini who met him some time ago?

"What's wrong?" she guessed, "Zabini is mad at you?"

Draco rested his face on his hands, didn't even bother to look at her, and made an impatient sound like a small whimpering animal.

"I said Potter," he finally told her, in a low voice.

Ola looked towards the place where Gryffindors gathered, where Potter was scrambling to catch insects, but his reaction was very sensitive.The Weasley next to him was even more outrageous, and the wand tied up with magic tape smelled like farts of rotten eggs.

She glanced at the slightly effective buttons on her desk, and then at their useless insects, and let out a sneer: "Potter doesn't pick friends, does he?"

"Maybe that scar broke his brain." She said viciously.

Draco was also vicious: "The poor man should go buy a new wand, the smell makes me want to throw up."

The words reached Granger's ears just in time, and she gave Orla and Draco a vicious look, and waved her wand, turning it into an exquisite button.

Ola's eyes widened, and Granger was the first to do it again.

Could it be that her pure blood is no better than a hemp seed?

Her heart was uncontrollably lonely.

Soon, Professor McGonagall noticed the movement, and said pleasantly: "Very well, Miss Granger is finished, and I will add ten points to Gryffindor!"

Granger looked at them proudly: "Annoying people like to make friends with annoying people, and some people's wands that are intact are just decorations."

"You stinking mud—" Draco swore.

Aura snorted coldly.

She nudged him on the elbow and looked up at the lectern, hinting at Professor McGonagall standing above.

Draco kept his mouth shut, but he couldn't stop talking after class.

"Who does she think she is, Minister of Magic?" Draco scolded, "I want to show off by conjuring a button, and the Mudblood really can't get on the stage!"

He took a bite of the bread viciously.

Ola frowned: "Forget Draco, the Mudblood is too much."

His use of words was getting more and more excessive, calling her a Muggle last term, and now calling her a Mudblood.As bad as Granger was, she was still a Hogwarts student.

And it's a lady!

Pansy also echoed: "Yeah, my mother will slap me if I say such a rude word, you might as well think about Transfiguration than Granger."

But the words did not comfort him.

So in Defense Against the Dark Arts, she thought about Pansy, Pansy thought about Transfiguration, and Draco thought about Potter.

As for Theodore—

He probably wants to break up with this group of friends who are not on the stage and like to swear.

But Potter always put them in a good mood.

For example, at this moment, when everyone was going to class, the corridor was full of students from various colleges, and Potter was blocked by a thin boy with a camera, standing face to face with him.

He stammered, "Hi, Harry. I'm Colin Rickaway, and I'm in Gryffindor, can I take a picture with you?"

Potter tried to suppress his annoyance, he lowered his head shyly and tried to avoid everyone's eyes-two years later, he was annoyed by the fact that this stupid scar was the focus of the crowd.

"What is he doing?" Ola frowned.

"—maybe I can stand next to you and ask your friend to click it, and then, can you sign it?" the boy begged.

Potter didn't speak.

Draco seized the opportunity, and he looked at him sarcastically: "Ha, autograph."

"Did he really listen to our advice in the herbal medicine class?" He said as he pushed aside the crowd of onlookers. "Everyone pay attention to line up, Potter is going to send out his autographed photo."

Ola also said in a strange tone: "Yeah, he is going to publish a book with Lockhart and let fans write to him."

Potter looked at her with quiet, angry green eyes.

"Yeah, when I get a letter from a fan—" He stared at her face and shot back, "I will definitely not reply to a letter named Egil."