[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Aalto wrote back immediately to say that the time had been changed.

He also told her that this boy was a handsome young man, from a pure-blood family, Russian, his family members had good grades in Potions, and he was also a good person, with similar interests, so let her calm down his temper.

Also said that he was sorry that Draco married another girl and told her not to be sad. (But Draco is happily going to the hotel with Leah.)

And Ola learned how to interrogate prisoners very seriously.

She also knew in her heart that she was not in good health, and she couldn't arrest people like them, she could only do this kind of thing.So Ola is also working hard to learn. With the goal of entering the sports department, her decadent life seems to have a bright light.

Although Ola sighed, if she had thought of going to the Sports Department, she would have gone to Germany.

Aalto was the director of the Department of Management and Control of Mythical Creatures, and it was a matter of lip service to arrange her in the Sports Department.

It's just that Ola's file is being held in the British Ministry of Magic.

She didn't want to leave any stains on her life.

Neville gave all his prisoners to Ola, and he hid in a small corner by himself, silently memorizing the content of herbalism - he wanted to go back to Hogwarts to be a professor of herbalism.

"The Auror Department is simply not for human beings. If I stay up late, my health will deteriorate." Neville said distressedly, "I'd rather stay in the greenhouse and process a Mandrake."

Ola's mind flashed to second-year Draco—"How dare you call me a Mandrake? I'm going to tell my dad."

She suppressed a smile: "You can definitely."

However, Ola had been busy for two days. She was a little uncertain about the interrogation of the prisoners at first, but after a few sessions, she found that there were not many Death Eaters left, and they were all old acquaintances of the search team.

The days went on like that.

As if nothing was different.

But waiting until the second anniversary of defeating Voldemort was really different.

Ola put on a dress, and her hair was wrapped in silver-green satin, revealing some silver strands floating behind.She Apparated to the Ministry of Magic, and the members of the Ministry were no longer wearing navy blue clothes, but all dressed in their usual clothes, with excited faces.

There are also a lot of colorful balls on the street, and many places in Diagon Alley took advantage of the discount. The canary on the roof of Weasley's joke shop shouted: Today's sale is [-]% off.

She didn't go to Diagon Alley, but at the door of the telephone booth of the Ministry of Magic, she saw many children holding flowers.

Ola walked over and asked, "Hey, Sweetheart, how much do you pay for each flower?"

The children showed three pairs of big vigilant eyes.

One of the blond-haired little boys hugged the flowers, and said in a childlike voice, "No, we are going to give these flowers to the Savior. We want to thank him for making, making... contributions."

Ola pursed her lips.

Originally, she wanted to buy a flower to put on her clothes.

"There's no need to wait," she knelt down and said viciously, "The Savior will Apparate, and there is a fireplace in the office, and he doesn't have to come out and get on the Knight Bus. You are destined not to wait."

Several children were yelled at by her, and the little blond boy pulled her braids even more out of embarrassment. Ola couldn't help screaming, and he tore off the silver-green satin.

She stood up angrily: "Anyway, you can't wait."

Orla walked towards the phone booth with a scowling look on her face. She cast a few spells with her wand, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders.

Mad.

She punched the card skillfully, and then walked to the corridor. At this time, everyone put on their usual clothes. Ola waited for a while, and saw Harry coming out of the office in formal clothes.

"Hello, golden boy," she teased.

Harry closed the door, gave a perfunctory hum, and when he turned his head, green eyes flashed in amazement.

"Let's go." He lowered his eyes.

A large group of them walked towards the fireplace, and green sparks burst out from the stove, and the familiar Gryffindor students gathered together, chattering about going back to school.

She's the only Slytherin.

Ola stood next to Harry unconsciously - there was no one he knew better.

Harry said wearily, "Let's stand at the back."

Ola let out an oh, and looked up boredly beside him.

He looked at her tiredly but tenderly.

"Harry," she thought for a long time, frowning. "Did you not rest yesterday?"

Harry snorted, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Maybe, can I lend you a shoulder?"

Ola nodded.

He closed his eyes, bent down and took a nap on her shoulder.

The tip of her chin was right on his forehead, Ola thought. He was a person who was too embarrassed to be praised by others, and he had to go back to school to be watched by everyone.

The hope was that he wanted to go back to Hogwarts.

Never for any other reason.

Aura looked down at his fluttering eyelashes, screaming in her heart, her heart seemed to be beating out - if he bluntly said it was because of her, Aura would be finished, and she would fall into the third Pandora's Box again .

She hates tough versus tough, but she can't refuse a little bit of tenderness.

But Ola, don't make the same mistakes again.

Like Sisyphus, who spent his life pushing a rock down a hill but would repeat it forever.

"Ola," he whispered, "we're leaving."

The Ministry of Magic does not allow apparition, only the fireplace.Aura woke up and looked over. There were not many people in front of her. She grabbed a handful of Floo powder and disappeared in the dark green firelight by herself.

She's always been an annoyance to Floo fans.

As soon as she fell into the fireplace in Hogwarts, Ola immediately cast a curse on her hair, but the voices of everyone in Hogwarts suddenly screamed, even surpassing her chanting: "Harry Potter !"

"The savior who defeated Voldemort!"

The whole lobby became lively in an instant, the faces of the children in school gowns were very excited, and so was the teacher's seat, and even the new headmaster, Professor McGonagall, whose complexion was dim and the freshmen who were in charge of them were quite tired, suddenly glowed.

Professor Trelawney screamed: "I predicted that Potter would win!!"

Harry was stared at by them, but he just shook hands with the former professor (Hagrid gave a hug), and finally, the happy Professor McGonagall knocked on the goblet: "Stop, stop, Shall we listen to what Mr. Potter has to say first?"

Ola sat at the Slytherin table, which was still so familiar, it seemed like she was sitting here yesterday.

Looking ahead, there were many children, even adult wizards, but wizards from all over the UK gathered in this auditorium, and the reporter had already aimed their camera tools at the man standing on the stage.

There are some that Ola is familiar with, and some that she doesn't know.

"He's from Gryffindor!"

Gryffindor's freshmen are the most crowded ever, and the long tables full of people reflect the faces flushed by the candles.In contrast, there is very little Slytherin.

Ola turned her head and saw people sitting together in twos and threes. No one she knew came here to participate in the homecoming celebration.

She asked, "You guys this year?"

"Well," a little girl said sullenly, "Actually, the Sorting Hat also said that I have some Ravenclaw characteristics, but unfortunately I came to Slytherin, and only dark wizards can be born here."

Aura said displeasedly: "Are you a dark wizard?"

"No." The little girl said.

"That's right," Ola said, "What matters is what you want to do. It's just that people who are assigned to our academy are ambitious, unscrupulous, contemptuous and exploiting the characteristics of the rules. There is nothing wrong with it, just look How do you use it?"

There have been dark wizards, the Minister of Magic, the headmaster of Hogwarts, people from all walks of life, and even an ordinary housewife from Slytherin - but there will be no shortage of these things.

Olla was proud of being a Slytherin.

The little girl didn't say anything to refute, but turned her alert black eyes to analyze the passage.

"...if I want to tell you how to defeat Voldemort, I'm afraid you can read any nonsense bestseller or listen to professors." Harry's voice said, "but the most I can tell you The useful thing is love."

Ola seemed to be back in the past, and she was whispering to Pansy despite other people's conversations.

He even imitated with a smile: "What I want to say is, stupid, sneeze, scum, wring."

Immediately, the auditorium was full of celebration, and everyone laughed in good faith.

The younger students didn't understand what he said.

Professor McGonagall stood up: "Okay, let's welcome the next one."

Hermione, who was holding the speech, immediately pushed Ron, who was eating.

Ola was in no mood to read any more. She carried a small tray of things and sneaked towards the principal's office.Arriving in front of the statue of Fenrile, Ola tried a few passwords, and finally ran in happily.

Mr. Bagman, as long as she can get Potter's mood, it will be a matter of minutes.

"Dean!" Ola yelled sweetly, "I'm here to see you."

The man in black in the portrait opened his eyes, and immediately closed them in disgust.

Aura was not discouraged: "Dean, look at me, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you hate me so much?"

The man in black snorted coldly: "I don't want to talk to someone named Potter."

"Yes, my name is Ola Egil," she said, "and I'm not married."

Snape thought for a while, opened his eyes, and said displeasedly, "What's going on?"

Ola explained: "We're not together."

"Hmph," Snape pursed his lips into a straight line, "I thought love was a lifetime thing."

She chatted casually with Professor Snape.

Although Professor Snape didn't speak well, he was always able to answer questions, and he could even ask her how she was doing recently.When Aura was talking about the achievements of the new potion in the latest issue, the door was suddenly opened.

When Professor Snape saw the person coming, he immediately closed his eyes in disgust.

"Hi, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape." Harry greeted, "Principal Phineas."

He talked to Dumbledore for a few words, and finally turned to Snape with a smile: "Professor Snape, are you a portrait just to sleep well?"

"I don't want to talk to someone named Potter." Snape closed his eyes out of sight and out of mind.

Ola shrugged: "Forget it, Harry, don't be angry with my poor dean."

She turned her head and saw Harry wearing a formal suit with a SPEW badge pinned to his chest. Ola frowned: "You also participated in SPEW?"

She remembered that he wasn't interested before.

"I think house-elves have the right to be free and independent," Harry said earnestly and seriously, "They shouldn't be bound by wizards, they should have their own lives."

Ora thought of the statue of a house-elf in his office holding a sock.

It was Dobby who died for him.

She changed the subject: "Hermione came here to promote her SPEW."

"Yes," he said, "because she is a very determined person, she will do whatever she decides."

She's literally your half-sister.

Ola complained in her heart.

The man in black in the picture frame was impatient: "Don't come to my portrait, I've had enough of Potter in my life."

Ola: "Okay, Dean."

She put her hands on Harry's shoulders and pushed him out a little bit.

The night at Hogwarts was still filled with sleepy cicadas. Ola let go of her hand lazily, and as soon as she approached the stairwell, the screams of children gathered came bursts.

"It seems that Hermione is not bad," he nodded gratified. "She puts a lot of effort into her speeches. I suspected that even those house elves who originally supported her were tortured and ran away by her speeches."

She propped her slender elbows on the handrail of the stairs, her white collar was open, and her gray-blue eyes looked down at a distance.

Familiar breath.

This feeling gave Harry inexplicable hallucinations, like countless trysts when he was young, he and Ola hid in unknown places, feeling the burning fire of love in the deep.

He just kisses her, hugs her, but imagines her silky skin, her slightly raised breasts, or whatever.

Just thinking about it made him feel tense all over, and he didn't know how to relieve it.

Other boys in adolescence are more open. They are chatting heartily, spreading books they don’t know where to find in the dormitory, talking nasty/words wantonly, imagining someone who is not talkative or has a cheerful personality. beautiful girl...

But he doesn't, he has his own girl.

The two of them happily let themselves go in the Garden of Eden.

But now, Harry could only look away, and said with restraint: "Don't do this in the future, it's very revealing in front of men."

Ola let out a lazy oh, and stood up straight from the railing again.

"You look like my brother," she complained.

Harry nodded, he didn't have any opinion on the surface, but the alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

So did Malfoy.

— like my brother.

He thought about her brother's appearance. Alan was usually cold, sometimes irritable and irritable, but he was gentle with his lover. How could he and Malfoy be like her brother?

Harry thought that he had to be reminded every now and then what he wanted to do with her.

Aola stretched out her fingers and lazily curled her hair, and suddenly called out: "Ah——"

"What's wrong?" He was interrupted.

"I was pulled by some children today," Ola complained. "Maybe it's still hurting, and I'm so angry. I just said a few words to them."

Harry vaguely understood: "Are you swearing, or are you lying?"

However, he decided that she was both.

Aura was angry: "No, it's just that they were waiting for you at the door to present flowers. I said they couldn't wait for anyone and told them to leave quickly. As a result, my hair was pulled."

Harry knew this was the result, but he still couldn't help accusing: "Can't you tell me? They've been waiting for a long time, tell me, and I'll go directly to them. A child's wish is very important. Pure, satisfying their little wishes, they will be happy for a long time."

"But you can't satisfy everyone's wishes," Ola said as a matter of course, "Children can't be used to it, this is what my mother told me."

Harry sneered: "You haven't been spoiled."

He took her hand angrily, went back to the principal's office and left with the fireplace.

Ola knew what he was going to do.

"Typical Saint Potter." She rolled her eyes.

But Ola followed him anyway.

Diagon Alley wasn't so lively at night, and the night seemed desolate to the drunks who were drunk and collapsed by the side of the road, but Harry never let go of her hand.

Aura was still held by him, and was asked: "How many children?"

"Three." She said angrily, "If I can see them tomorrow, I will preemptively teach them a lesson."

Braiding three little boys, pulling their braids, making them scream.

Harry shrugged undeniably: "The wine you drank was mixed with age-reducing agents, so it must have been drunk by your brain."

He bought three flowers.

After Apparating to the Ministry of Magic, Ola finally withdrew her hand, and Harry glued the flowers to the wall with a serious face, and there was a piece of paper underneath: These are the flowers given to you by the Savior , I hope you will be happy in the future.

He is a nice guy.

After posting, Harry suddenly smiled: "I feel like I'm Santa Claus."

"What's that?" Ola asked. "A disease?"

Harry glared at her bitterly: "A disease that is opposite to Ola Egil's character."

"I won't take part in it any more," Harry said. "This kind of activity builds their happiness on the grief of others."

He endured the shyness of being watched for eight years, but he had to show ease.The deaths of his parents and others were brought up again and again, and his heroic deeds were built on the bones of countless people.

If it weren't for the people close to him not leaving one after another, Harry thought, he would definitely repeat the mistakes he made before the fifth grade, and fell into an irreparable guilt.

It is impossible to live normally at this time.

Ola thought for a while, "I think you are quite confident, really."

Although she didn't hear a word.

Ola took a sip of the butterbeer and let out a smack.

When she stared at the obviously dark night, she felt a little bit in her heart, it was over, her blind date seemed to be after this party, at 08:30.

"What time is it?" Ola woke up startled.

Harry glanced at his watch, "It's still early, it's only eight o'clock."

Oh, Merlin's beard.

Aura calculated the time to arrive at the place, pretending to be casual and said: "I'm going back, you should go back first, wait a minute, in case my father sees it..."

"I can get away before he sees me," Harry said firmly. "It's not safe at night."

Ola was annoyed: "I'm a witch, and I'm not an unarmed Muggle woman. You hurry up, my dad will be angry if he finds out."

"What are you afraid of?" Harry turned his head: "You are very strange. This is the first time I see you accommodating your father. Every time you are late, don't you just ask others to wait for you a little longer? You seem to be more afraid of your brother?"

Under the dark night, his emerald green eyes turned dark with scrutiny.

Ola panicked: "What are you talking about, I love my dad very much."

"All in all," she puffed her chest out, "it's my freedom to do what I want, Potter, you're not going to put your place on my boyfriend, are we, we're all free, put away your ridiculous control want."

Harry's eyes narrowed into a line, "Oh?"

"Fuckyou!" Ola shouted rudely, "I want to go alone today, I can't be found by Alto..."

He suddenly looked down at her, the famous lightning scars hidden by the black hair were sharp.Aura walked around distractedly, but seemed to escape from his surroundings no matter what.

Aura stopped, stared at him angrily, and met those eyes with strange emotions.

She had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Don't say such things to men in the future," his voice suddenly stiffened. "do you know?"

Ola frowned strangely, "What are you talking about, are there still fewer people scolding me?"

She looked up at him, Harry didn't deliberately avoid her this time, and put a distance between her and instead, he bent down and slowly approached her, so that she could feel his sudden rising breath.

There is only one piece of green in front of me.

"Stop swearing so much that I just want to—" he said slowly, "Fuckyou."

She knew very well that her body was excited by this sentence: her heart was beating wildly, and the overheated temperature was exciting and fascinated.If it was still a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, Ola would lay in his arms and ask for a kiss.

"Just kidding." He hurriedly rolled his eyes away, resisting the desire to strip her naked.

Ola said nothing.

But they all know that this isn't the age to ask why it's between the legs.