[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola shamelessly copied the things from the Muggle hotel, and wanted to make a hotel that was more upscale and elevate the taste, but Draco shook his head and refused.

"The fee is just a little higher than the Leaky Cauldron," he commanded. "It's too high. Anyone who can spend has a manor. It's best to raise it a bit. Publicity, it's best to let your brother and the Weasley joke shop As far as people are concerned, for example, if you spend as much as you want, you can stay in a hotel..."

Draco watched seriously, his commercial sensitivity was self-evident.

Ola handed it to him with great confidence. She still remembered that Draco sold badges in the fourth grade and sold them in all the houses except Gryffindor. The money he earned has continued to treat the six of them for a month .

Draco thought for a while, "If you want to own shares, I'll take 20.00%."

He dealt with these things carefully, shutting out all the bustling sounds.

Astoria glanced at him with a smile, turned his head, and asked curiously: "Ola, is the "Daily Prophet" about Potter true?"

Ola snorted, remembering the report she wanted to talk about—the only time Harry was interviewed, and after asking about his experience in the Second Wizarding War, Lavender Brown teased him, and after becoming a member of the wizarding class After the savior, did the letters of courtship from enthusiastic girls fill his home?

"I don't like the kind of, um, too enthusiastic." Harry said bluntly.

Lavender smiled: "Then what type do you like? I heard that you only liked Ola Egil in school. You still fight for her, don't you?"

"I've always liked her since I understood the relationship between men and women," he added, "the Ola Egil type."

The next article reports that the silver hair dye is out of stock.

Ola looked at her innocently: "No, he was just joking, you know?"

Astoria's two golden eyebrows are furrowed, like a very cute doll, people can't help pinching them.

"He likes to make jokes," Ola continued innocently. "It's always been like this. Think about it. He said that on purpose to let those jealous female fans deal with me. He hates me to death."

She looked at Leah sincerely, and Astoria's intuition told her that she was wrong. She couldn't judge whether what Aura said was true or not for a long time, so she looked at Draco who was writing something for help.

Astoria frowned, "Draco, is what she said true?"

Draco was lightly tapped on the shoulder, so he put down his pen helplessly, and listened carefully to Lia's words: "Yes, the Savior is actually a very bad person, he teased Ola and me every day at school, and He pretends to be innocent, that's why we bother him so much and provoke him in public."

"Do you remember the first grade?" Ola said pitifully, "He tricked us into the Forbidden Forest and frightened us with the creatures of the Forbidden Forest, ah, poor Slytherin who was bullied by the Savior for seven years— —”

Draco nodded solemnly, and said aggrievedly, "It's too much for him to frame us."

Astoria looked at him worriedly.

"Ah," she frowned as if she could crush a Flobberworm, and took Draco's hand in distress. "Draco, did it hurt you to be bullied by him?"

Draco bluffed when she touched her hand, pretending to be bitter and bitter, and blinked at Ola.

Aura hurriedly said: "But we didn't lose. We often bullied him. We fought each other back and forth. We used to have a duel in the afternoon. At that time, it was really thrilling. We avoided Filch and then..."

Draco coughed.

"Miss Egil?" A voice came from behind.

Ola turned her head in a panic, and then relaxed for a moment: "Bernie, it's you."

She thought who it was, she was scared to death.

Bernie didn't mean to laugh.

"Ola," he said in a mournful tone, "Harry is looking for you again, you missed work for an hour."

Ola snorted, and smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, I'll go right away."

She talked about forgetting to go to work.

While walking, Bernie said to her: "You are finished, really, Harry has been waiting for you, last time someone skipped work and was scolded bloody by him, asked him if he didn't want to do it anymore?"

Ola smiled dryly.

Why do people always get angry at jobs they don't like when they grow up?

"What about the guy in the back?" she asked.

"Harry gave him a second chance," Bernie said, "and he scolded him so much that he didn't dare to come, and now he's making up bad things about him in the Daily Prophet. In fact, Harry is just a strong character." After a while, my heart is still quite soft.”

Ola certainly knows this.

All she met in the brief 20 years were men like this.

She laughed dryly again, remembering his aggressive behavior during the interrogation of the prisoner, and felt that she could not deceive him even if she lied.

But it's fine if she gets fired, at least she won't be angry, right?

Ola forced herself to comfort herself.

Bernie pressed the elevator to the second floor, and Ola moved around nervously, but after thinking about it, there was nothing to move, so just treat him as Professor Snape.

Or her brother.

Anyway, she was used to dealing with this kind of people.

He led Ola into the deep corridor, entering the office with the HJP sign for the first time in more than ten days.

Aura took a deep breath, and subconsciously rolled her eyes around: This room is the place that takes up the most sunlight, and it is also very bright, with simple decoration but casual arrangement of things.

She quickly retracted her eyes, and saw that Harry was lowering his head, scratching the parchment with his fingers, and did not raise his head when he heard the noise.

Aura looked at him hesitantly for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry."

He didn't look up and continued writing.

"I'm sorry—" she said coquettishly, "I ate until I forgot the time. I didn't mean it. I just forgot. So I'm going to work now?"

Harry didn't move, and continued to write words on the parchment.

She saw that he was only a few lines away from the end, so she squatted down and put her chin on his desk.

His black hair almost covered his emerald green eyes.

When he was almost finished writing, Ola said coquettishly: "I'm sorry, deputy minister, I won't do it next time, I won't do it next time, so please forgive me."

His finger just drew a long g on the paper, finishing the last word.

Ola frowned worriedly.

Harry raised his eyes and sighed helplessly, his green eyes gleaming softly.He stretched out his hand, and Ola dodged subconsciously, but he just rubbed her hair.

"I'm not angry," he said calmly, "Okay, go to the left wall near the door and get your attendance sheet, and pass it to me."

He enjoined: "Don't be late for work in the future, take your work seriously, no matter what it is."

Ola snorted, and went to get the watch while combing her hair.

"Ola," Harry's lips rolled into an uncontrollable smile, "I used to think you were quite suitable for Gryffindor, but today, you are more suitable for Slytherin. I will be your boyfriend, you never It will make me angry, when you are your boss, you can still beg for mercy, you are really suitable for Slytherin."

As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly while holding the list.

Ola pinched the attendance sheet bitterly, "Then you will be my boss for the rest of my life."

Harry choked.

He took the watch she handed over and covered it generously, and there was a stain on Ola's watch.

She stared at the watch and saw the words at the bottom: three times late, fined three galleons.More than three times, was warned and dismissed by the Ministry of Magic.

Ola's mind suddenly became lively.

"Okay," Harry stood up, "Remember what I taught you yesterday, go to the interrogation room to interrogate a new Death Eater prisoner, and use what I taught you to interrogate him."

Orla regretted being an Auror again.

If anything, yesterday she was a little envious of Harry sitting on the chair, while she stood beside him for almost an afternoon.So today, she is very envious of herself yesterday.

Selwyn was captured from Nurmengard overnight last night, and the scars from the scratches made his face full of hostility.

Ola pursed her lower lip and looked down at the file: "Edgar Selwyn, 47 years old, worked for the mysterious Lord Voldemort from 1975 to 1998, killed 30 wizards and tortured 17 A Muggle. Is it?"

Ola felt a little strange, the files were all written, what did she ask her to review?

She flipped through it for a long time, but she didn't find anything suspicious.

The young man behind him sighed, and pointed at the words on another file with his slender fingers.

Ola read: "You executed two, two death curses on Karkaroff and his son!?"

Selwyn spat in disdain.

Ola gasped, she never knew that Karkaroff and his son were dead.

No wonder Alto stood so firmly on the side of the Order of the Phoenix. Who would have thought that Voldemort would be so merciless to traitors, but who would have a good face on traitors?

She tried her best to sit upright, looking at Selwyn with a serious face.

"On February 1996, 2, were you the one who killed Karkaroff and his son?"

Selwyn didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "No."

Ola continued to interrogate: "On February 1996, 2, were you the one who killed Karkaroff and his son?"

He didn't even open his mouth this time.

Ola interrogated her several times in a row, and her tone changed from persecution to a more aggressive one.But Selwyn obviously didn't want to eat hard, his mouth seemed to be glued to Honeyduke's Blowing Super Bubblegum.

She looked at Selwyn, who was clasping his hands intently, making up his mind to keep out all the noise.

"Hi!" Ola had an idea, "Have you eaten yet?"

Selwyn raised his head in surprise, his greasy black hair scattered beside his surprised eyes: "No."

"Then let's eat first," she said, "I'm hungry."

Ola relaxed and leaned back: "The British habit of drinking afternoon tea at three o'clock in the afternoon reminds me of drinking black tea at Malfoy Manor when I was very young. I remember you came one day and asked Malfoy Draco and I were very surprised that Ma'am asked for sugar, because we both think black tea with sugar is bad."

"But they can still drink black tea leisurely now," Selwyn snorted disdainfully, "but I'm going to enter Azkaban, right?"

Aura smiled and said: "If you can tell me what happened that day, maybe I can have a good talk with the Wizengamot, thinking about the old relationship. Anyway, killing one more person and killing one less person is to enter Ah Zkaban."

Just pay more fines.

"Don't you want to have a sip of warm black tea right now?" she continued.

Selwyn didn't speak again, he seemed to be very resistant to this statement.

Ola was a little anxious, she had tried her best, she felt like a mouse trying to sneak into Honeydukes, but she couldn't break through the invisible magic spell of imprisonment.

"Selwyn..."

"Just serve the tea." Harry said lightly from the side. "Drink some tea, but we don't have that particular people in the Auror Command. We only have ordinary black tea."

Bernie next to him nodded, took a glass from the shelf in his office, and poured the dry tea into it rudely, Ola frowned.

He stirred it quickly again with a fork, and poured three drops of liquid into the transparent Erlenmeyer flask.

Colorless and odorless, three drops, veritaserum?

Isn't this illegal?

Ola was too frightened to speak, she closed her eyes immediately in fright and pretended that she hadn't seen this scene, so as not to know the law and break the law.

"Have some tea." Harry said calmly.

She heard Selwyn say violently, "What kind of tea is this!"

Then Bernie forcibly raised his head and poured down the tea. The man was choked by the tea so that his nostrils could not breathe smoothly.After a while, she heard Selwyn being skillfully interrogated by Harry, and Selwyn confided in full without holding on for long.

"Yes, it's me," Selwyn broke down, "If I kill them, how much will our family pay?"

Ola covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly. As long as she couldn't hear it, she didn't see her boss breaking the law.

After a long time, someone finally stretched out his hand and slowly pried away her fingers covering her ears: "Ola, are you going to write the dossier?"

Ola snorted.

She followed Selwyn's description, running her fingers lightly on the file: On February 1996, 2, Edgar Selwyn killed Igor Karkarov and Vasily Kaka in Siberia Love.

Several people took him out again.

After waiting for a long time, Ola dared to ask in a low voice: "Did you pour Veritaserum just now?"

She stared at him.

Harry hummed, as if it were a trivial matter.

Aura wished she could forget all about her mind, if she was caught by someone, found out about it, and got involved in an unnecessary prison——

But he turned his back and even briefly stated: "Your performance today is not bad, better than most people's first interrogation. But your endurance is too poor, you don't have much patience, you must be stronger than those who are going to interrogate Endurance. It’s like on the court, staring at the Snitch, making moves to confuse the opponent, and then catching the Snitch by surprise.”

"You're making the interrogation a Ronsky feint," he turned again. "Do you understand that?"

Facing her, Harry picked up the Erlenmeyer flask and took a sip, his lips still moist red.

"What are you doing?" He drank Veritaserum?

Harry laughed: "Now it's your turn to interrogate me."

"You drink water, right?" Ola said suspiciously.

There should be no lunatics in this world who drink veritaserum like water.

"That's right," Harry narrowed his eyes, "My shelves are filled with water, and it would be nice to have a few sips of water after work. I won't be as picky as you and Malfoy, and I still care whether the black tea is added or not." sugar."

There was a little sarcasm in his tone, as if he looked down on their behavior.

"So what? That's how I grew up." Ola said angrily.

Harry coughed, took the topic intentionally, and bent slightly: "Did you learn it today?"

"Learning what?" She was annoyed, "Are you trying to cheat like that?"

"But it's very useful," Harry said sincerely, "he didn't break the law, he just used a small psychological hint. He thought that the savior didn't show any mercy to the Death Eaters, so he fooled himself, of course what Dare to say it. Even if I feed him a cup of pumpkin juice, he will know everything."

He was leaning against the window, and the sunny gold frame outlined his youthful vigor.

At this time, an owl fell on the office window. Harry stretched out his hand, and his eyes rested on the owl's leg for a while.Not long after, he asked, "It's the second anniversary of defeating Voldemort in a few days, would you like to go with me?"

Ola looked up at him: "In a few days, my dad will also ask me out, and I may not be free."

"Oh, by the way," she said dejectedly, "I actually feel that my performance today was very poor. I'm not suitable to be an Auror. No matter how long I do it, I can't get it right. I can't break the contract. Can you fire me? I want to go back to rest and recuperate.”

Hurry up and quit her, so as not to get angry here.

Aura thought bitterly.

Harry leaned against the window sill, knuckles on it, human thoughts and rhythms fused together.

Ola pretended to be covering her elbows: "Deputy Minister, I really think the weather in England is so bad that it's not conducive to my recuperation..."

His knuckles knocked rhythmically against the wall.

Aura thought for a while, then continued: "I think..."

"Ola," he interrupted mildly and calmly, "I know you don't need to worry about money, but you are not motivated at all about anything other than Quidditch. But ask yourself, you Can I be a Chaser for the rest of my life?"

She shut up.

Harry spoke softly, "Can you still guarantee that you will return to the Fratcha Eagles?"

"No way," he pointed to the window, "The seventh floor below is the Department of Magic Sports. Every year, players from various teams want to go in, but there are very few people going in from the outside every year. There are many different people. Members who understand sports and have good political achievements are transferred to this department to organize large-scale events."

Ola probably understood what he meant.

Harry continued: "You have the experience of staying in the team and participating in the competition. If you do the job of Auror well..."

"Are you threatening me?" Ola complained half-truthfully.

"No threat," he said softly in a dreamy tone of coaxing a child, "I just hope that your path will go smoothly. On the first day you just came in, Bagman wanted me to cultivate your ability to do things well. He said he admired your tenacity in the Europa League."

Ola suddenly felt that there was a glimmer of hope in the gloomy road ahead.

Harry took out a piece of paper from the envelope: "Say, if you can go to this party, have a good chat with Mr. Bagman, and make a good impression on him—maybe when he chooses someone, he will Can remember and get you over to the Sports Division first, can't you?"

He shook the letter under his fingertips. The wizard who wrote the letter was trying to get the savior over with all his compliments, but the savior only thought of her.

Harry waited confidently for her answer.

"Okay," Ola said cleverly, "Thank you, Deputy Minister, I will ask my dad to postpone the time and try to avoid this party."

She thought badly, hoping that the blind date arranged by Aalto would not interfere with this party.