[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Ola pretended to be angry: "I don't understand what you are talking about! Get out of here, and be careful that I will let my father beat you to death!"

Harry laughed angrily.

And she blushed, angrily walked towards his shoulder and left.

He said: "Then you walk carefully."

Ola walked forward, she knew very well that this kind of reaction would not let him catch up, and now Harry would only think she was angry and dare not come up to scold her.The two were so familiar that they once touched each other through the thin cloth, and she still remembered the sound of her heartbeat when she touched his hand.

At that time, Ola deliberately teased him: "Did you see my heart beat faster, or did you see that everyone else was like this?"

She pulled his clothes threateningly, which was close to the heart.

There was a chess board on Harry's lap.

She leaned her elbows on the chessboard, forcing him to look at her, and Harry couldn't help snorting like a kitten.Ola was particularly unconvinced. Every time she didn't look at him, a large group of people said that Potter was looking at you, but every time she looked at him, he turned his attention to something else.

The emerald eyes looked at the gray blue, hiding feelings.

"Don't hold on," he hugged her, "don't hold on to the chessboard, stand on it."

Before Ola had time to ask what she was wearing, she just wrapped her arms around Harry's waist, feeling the boy's differently broad and hard chest, and then she clung to him persistently, asking coquettishly, "You haven't answered me yet?" .”

Harry murmured, "Only you."

Ola is satisfied.

She turned to play wizard chess again, and his palms naturally stroked her silver hair, as if smoothing Crookshanks' hair.Under the shade of the tree, the light scattered on the chessboard, and the sound of cicadas in summer could not escape her beating heart.

But with the cold London wind blowing on her face, Ola thought, she must hurry to find a boyfriend.

She must not make the same mistake again.

But Ola subconsciously doesn't want to lose Harry's affection for her, she can indulge in it by turning around, she knows how good Harry is to her...

Want to be rejected a third time?

Ola's flustered heart was awakened by the London wind.

But the huge London can't find a decent restaurant.

She and Alto met in Diagon Alley, where the old man in charge of animals was drinking wine boldly.She went to the side of the road and bought a delicate millinery hat with a pretty pattern on it.

Alto, who smelled of alcohol, saw his daughter: "Ola, here!"

Ola lazily hummed, and she walked over slowly, and the blond-haired man gave her a sense of familiarity for no reason.She looked more and more familiar, and then the blond man turned his head away.

"Zivkov!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Aren't you a Bulgarian?"

Zhivkov was the hitter, tall as a oak tree, manly with blond hair and Caucasian features.He also stood up happily: "Hello, Ola, my mother is from Bulgaria, so I keep saying that."

Ola Joy: "Don't you have to practice today?"

Zhivkov shook his head.

"Great, you all know each other," Aalto hugged his daughter happily, "Let's get together next time, and you should have a good chat first, I don't know Oleg either, so let's have a good chat. "

The bar owner served them the wine himself, and looked at Ola's silver hair in surprise, Ola smiled at him.

Aalto strode out: "I'm going to find your brother now, he always hangs out with a man, it's not good."

After he left, Ola couldn't wait to ask: "Zivkov, why didn't you watch their training in the team today?"

"I quit the team," Zhivkov said. "I have been in the Vraca Eagles for five years, but my parents have always disagreed. I always feel that it is because of the busy work in the team that I have not There is a way to go back to Zhivkov's house and be the head of the house. So now, they are urging me to quit the team and get a wife."

His fierce face was a little red: "At first I really didn't want to come, but I heard that the family name is Egil..."

Ola giggled.

"You heard me, right?" She tossed her silver hair confidently, "Oleg, I knew no one could refuse me."

Zhivkov sipped his butterbeer and laughed foolishly.

The two chatted enthusiastically in front of the bar. For Ola, who was too eager to return to the team, it was like seeing family members, although she wanted to avoid meeting those players who wanted to mock her not long ago.

Ola likes to fly freely in the sky.

When she closed her eyes, she could still remember that in the blue sky, an excellent team-specific fire crossbow/arrow was galloping beneath her, and the strong wind could not stop her from flying towards the target.

"It's a pity that you left so early before I picked you up." Zhivkov said, "Otherwise, I can leave the team and take you to Bulgaria for a good flight. You seem to have a lot of muscle relaxation now. It's been a long time. Let's fly."

Ola sighed sadly.

"Oleg, I wish I could fly more," she said. "Unfortunately, I've been working in Auror Command lately, and my health doesn't allow it."

Zhivkov said boldly, "It's okay, Ola, I know how to take a wounded person to fly, I'll take you there someday when I'm free—" He suddenly sobered up, "I remembered, Auror It seems that the command also has a suitor for you, even in Russia, he is famous."

Ola hummed: "What do you think of others?"

"Probably all right," he laughed, "nobody's going to think there's anything wrong with saving a wizard boy. But Ola, I know you don't like a man with brains and no strength, do you? Artor You told me that the boys you like in the Egil family are all men who can carry giant monsters and read books."

Zhivkov proudly said: "Besides, he's still a half-breed."

"Our family also has examples of marriages with mixed blood." Ola whispered.

But only marry those who are prominent.

But a long time ago, the Egil family was poor and only had a pure-blood title left. Perhaps it was the similar tyrannical blood that made them unable to clear their minds-they chose to marry someone who happened to be rich but was born a Muggle, and then The family slowly moved towards prosperity again.

Immediately afterwards, they resumed the marriage between brother and sister.

Ola thought, compared to the prosperity of the family, sometimes even blood can be put aside.

To prosper is to reproduce.

Unlike the Black family, they have no descendants other than a living Sirius.

Sirius also wrote to her to complain, saying that he was taking care of his health in St. Mungo’s. His mother, Walburga, turned into a portrait and kept urging him, calling him to get married and have children. strong/up.

"You have no other suitors?" Zhivkov asked cautiously.

Ola smiled: "Guess what?"

They drank a few glasses, and Ola's drinking capacity is not bad now.

"I'll take you back," Zhivkov said, "you have to go to the Auror Department tomorrow, and it's not good to be late... Oh, yes, I got a job in the Sports Department, but it won't be until next year." Go to work. If you have time, maybe you can teach me how the Ministry of Magic works."

"Okay." Ola nodded.

Zhivkov walked to the door and asked, "Do you need me to take you home?"

The hotel owner who was looking at them hurriedly looked away, pretending that he didn't see it.

This may be something that men and women who like each other will do.

Ola frowned, "I want to transform myself."

Zhivkov could only sigh regretfully, "Be careful."

Don't bother her?

Aura was a little surprised, it seemed that he didn't care about her as much as she thought.

"Goodbye." She waved.

Back at the hotel, she was in her dressing gown and had a daily correspondence with Pansy.

The McMillan family disagrees with Ernie and Pansy being together, but Parkinson wants them to reunite, and Ernie refuses to let Pansy go, Pansy is unforgettable and hurts his self-esteem.

She was about to reply when there was a knock on the door.

There was no one outside the door.

Aura went back to the room and directly picked up the wand and cast a strengthening spell.

When it was early morning, there were rustling noises outside the door again.This feeling of unease is getting stronger and stronger, very much like the years when Ola fled a year ago, she was woken up many times in the middle of the night, Ola strengthened the charm and added earplugs to listen, and put the wand carefully by the bed.

The next day, she went to work at the Ministry of Magic again.

Ron wore slippers with a tired face: "I have to do other things quickly, if this goes on, I will die..."

"Are you tired?" Ola couldn't help asking. "Why are you so tired every day, don't you have much work to do?"

Ron's vicissitudes: "Sometimes, it's because the heart is tired."

"By the way," he suddenly came alive and handed her a card. "I forgot to tell you, Hermione and I will get married soon, and we will be in Godric's Hollow in half a month."

Ola nodded: "Congratulations, so have you been worrying about this recently?"

"Almost." Ron puffed out his chest, "I want to give Hermione a unique wedding, which is made by Auror wizards, and is only for my wife's happiness."

He bounced and ran to the office.

Ola looked at his back and smiled.

She suddenly heard a loud noise from the fireplace. Harry, wearing a navy blue robe, came out of the fireplace with a livid face. He glanced at Ola and said in a deep voice, "Egil, you're still wandering around during work hours." ?”

"Oh, sorry." She apologized immediately.

His face looked a little better.

It was obviously a few minutes away from work.

She looked at her watch and thought.

Aura got into the interrogation room and continued to interrogate Gaia of the search team.

"Hi, Gaia," she brewed some black tea, "continue to talk about your years in the search team."

Gaia had a hippie smile on her face: "Beauty, why don't you bring me some tea and I'll explain it to you?"

"Okay." Aura cast a floating spell.

They are obviously in an interrogation relationship, but because Gaia doesn't take hard and soft words, and is glib.It can be said that Aura has nothing to do with him, so he just hoped to ask him something unexpectedly that day.

When she and Gaia were talking about "One Hundred Interesting Stories about Fighting Voldemort" written by the twin Weasleys, the heart-piercing screams of several Death Eaters suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Do you Aurors have a tradition of torture?" Gaia joked.

"I don't know," Ola looked out, "maybe."

Holding her wand, she secretly opened the door a little, and saw several Death Eaters kneeling on the ground with painful expressions, as if they were tortured by an invisible spell and couldn't stand upright, while Harry looked at them expressionlessly.

"Egil, go back!" he roared sternly, "They are planning to escape."

The Death Eater's fangs were particularly penetrating because of the expression.

Aura was so frightened that she hurriedly closed the door.

"What's wrong?" Gaia asked.

Aura was still in shock: "It seems that you are right, Aurors really have a tradition of torture to extract confessions."

"Is he in a bad mood?" Gaia shrugged.

Ora didn't know if he was in a good mood or not.

Anyway, she is not bad, Gaia told her all the words in one go, it is not a big crime, Ola waved him to pay the fine.

During this time, the Ministry of Magic was making too much money.

She stepped on the time of her lunch break before sending Gaia away.Ola nimbly slipped out of the door and yawned lazily. Tonks packed his things and went back early.

Neville stood at the door and gave her a sneaky wink.

Aura frowned suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Neville didn't answer, and turned away hastily.

"Egil," said Harry's cold voice behind him, "what were you doing last night?"

Aura turned her head and saw that he was holding some thick files, and his gold-rimmed glasses were full of interrogation, as if he already knew it.

She smiled dryly, "Going to drink."

"More than that." His wand tapped the file.

Ola guessed he knew.

She immediately became confident, "Yes, it's just drinking. My captain came out to ask me to drink with me. What's wrong?"

"You are just my boss." Aura poked at his eyes.

"Yeah," Harry said, as if trying to catch her. "I'm just asking casually. The boss cares about his subordinates for a while. It's just that there are a few eyeliners in Diagon Alley who will tell me something."

"You are too unloved, you haven't been able to find a marriage partner for seven years, so you are going on a blind date." He sneered.

Aura immediately sarcastically said, "I don't know how good you are, no, I can't find you either, maybe I want to go on a blind date."

Neville held up the book "Advanced Introductory Techniques of Herbal Medicine" to cover his face, as if he was hiding his existence from the two of them.

"I have a lot," Harry emphasized, "their enthusiastic letters almost fill the fireplace in my office, and I can't burn it every day."

Ola said in a strange way: "Congratulations, you don't need to send a witch home with nothing to do. Hurry up and choose a girl as a partner, so you don't have to go on a blind date. But, who would like someone who goes to work every day and doesn't even comb his hair. "

He didn't answer, and pressed his fingers hard on the elevator button to the ground.

"Hurry up and have lunch with your captain," Harry sneered, "before he gets upset and hits the Whooping Willow's arm in a fit of rage, and blows your poor head, which can't hold much, into the air. "

Ola was thinking of something to taunt him, when the elevator rang, Harry strode away.

The navy blue Auror uniform floated in the air.

"It's good to be a man." He glanced sarcastically, and Zhivkov was waiting for her with flowers outside.