[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Zhivkov held the flowers ignorantly and smiled silly at her.

"Ola!" he yelled.

Ola gave a coquettish hey, deliberately passed by Harry's side, and walked to Zhivkov's side.She took the flowers, put her hands on his arms naturally, and smiled.

"Oleg," she said, "what shall we eat?"

Zhivkov was overwhelmed by her attitude for a moment, and his lips trembled: "Ola, why are you..."

"Ah, I've always been curious about French food," Ola said to herself. "It's a pity that I don't have much time to go to France. French food is much better than British food, isn't it?"

Zhivkov: "In fact, our Bulgarian barbecue is also delicious, but unfortunately you haven't eaten much in the team..."

Aura hummed perfunctorily.

She turned her head quietly, and saw a large group of Auror Command staff standing at the door looking at them, and scared away when she saw her eyes.Harry, on the other hand, rolled his robe and strode forward with a gloomy expression. Ron and Hermione were following him anxiously, talking while running.

Astringent and happy emotions welled up in Ola's heart.

She didn't want to fall into the same trap again.

But for some reason, Olamine knew that this was a trap, the more she warned herself, the more she wanted to try to fall, even if she fell into the hole and made her hair ashes.

"Ola," continued Zhivkov, "are you listening?"

She turned her head, "Yes, I'm just a little tired."

Zhivkov asked: "Let's go, let's go for something to eat, the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley?"

Maybe even a bar.

Aura nodded: "Forget it, there is only one bar in the whole Diagon Alley, so go and eat casually, I will go to work later."

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Are you going to work?" Ola said wearily, "It's actually okay, it's just that sometimes I'm a little tired, but after a long time, I still have a sense of accomplishment."

They booked a box and ordered some Bulgarian kebabs. (Fortunately, house elves know everything). Ola sat in the middle, listening lazily to his talk about the customs of Russia and Bulgaria.

"Durmstrang usually has an ice sculpture festival, and skating starts in November every year. If you are free, I can take you to ice skating." With your appearance and Egil's reputation, it is estimated that there are so many boys who invite you to go skating..."

The door opened suddenly, the wind rushed in, and Tom, the owner of the bar, came over with some roast meat himself.

Aura looked at him warily.

"Miss Egil," Tom said with a friendly smile, "it's just that there are not enough people in the store."

He poured some Firewhiskey on the table.

Ola glanced around a few times, but the hand holding the wine glass did not let go.Tom put down his things and left. Apart from the smell of food, even the air in the whole box was frozen.

"Our tripe soup is the essence of the whole Bulgarian cuisine." Zhivkov got up and picked up the knife. "This seasoning is missing, let me help you get some more seasoning."

Ola looked hesitantly at the chili powder rising from the tripe soup.

She frowned, "I don't think it's missing."

Zhivkov introduced: "Beef tripe soup requires a lot of seasoning. This soup is served with cold beer. It can relieve hangovers and is delicious. Let me try it."

He picked up the spoon and quickly poured those seasonings into the soup. The tumbling red soup was mixed with many strange ingredients, and the taste of pepper and salt was very strong.

Ola waited, frowning.

Zhivkov held it carefully and handed it over, flattering him, "Ola, take a sip."

"Bulgaria has a lot of chili peppers," Ola said arrogantly, "I'll wait for it to cool down for a while."

She took a sip of the flame whiskey first, and a feeling of refreshment emerged spontaneously.Ola stared at the table. "Oleg, what was your Bulgarian wedding like?"

"Our wedding dress is black," Zhivkov said, "it's similar to Russia and Norway, it seems that the pure-blood families are similar..."

His eyes suddenly moved up and down: "Ola, you are so white, you must look beautiful in black—"

Suddenly, with a bang, a large jar of flaming whiskey rose out of thin air and poured it all over his head. Zhivkov howled, and the yellow burning liquid dripped from his face and into the mouth. Evaporated in the hot tripe soup.

Ola didn't know for a moment whether to comfort him or laugh at the funnyness.

"Oleg!" she cried at last, "clean up!"

Zhivkov twisted his face and smashed his mouth: "It tastes good."

"I'll go out for a while." Aura looked out the door angrily, and picked up her wand.

She opened the door, leaving it cracked, and walked alone into the Muggle alley outside the Leaky Cauldron.

Aura pointed to the air: "If you don't come out again, I will reward you with a few flame spells."

There was no sound around.

After a long time, a dry voice sounded: "You two are going to get married together, aren't you?"

The invisibility cloak slipped down like silk, and a person appeared out of thin air in the quiet and deserted alley.Harry was wearing an Auror uniform, his face turned sideways, his eyelashes fluttering in his glasses.

"Alto thinks we are very suitable," Ola said coldly, "That's enough."

His words rolled around in his throat: "I don't think Zhivkov is very good."

"You haven't touched it again," she said.

Harry lowered his head, took out something from his pocket, and held it to her like a baby.The cool bracelet was hung on her wrist by him, like a silk moonlight.

Aura lowered her eyes, and a drop of pearly water quickly fell from her eyelashes to the placket.

He raised her hand, and then touched his silver-green color to her gold-red color, and the two bracelets were ringing in the alley.The more Ola heard it, the more sad she became, and a sour feeling surged from the top of her head to every corner.

Every collision, like the bile of a snake, constricts the heart.

"Stop hitting me," she said with difficulty, "I don't want to."

He stopped.

After a while, Harry laughed at himself: "So, I am the only one who remembers all this so clearly, I am the only one who remembers this bracelet, and I am the only one who remembers riding a broom by the Black Lake to see the night scene, You also learned how to play chess by yourself, right?"

Ola covered her ears and stood there, her eyes were loose, pretending she didn't hear.

But her mind was involuntarily tumbling through memories.

"I really miss you," he murmured, "every moment, whether I was on the run or on a mission, I would take out the bracelet and have a look. I feel happy when I think of you."

Ola imagined that the lives of the three of them were on fire, Hermione and Ron were talking quietly, only he was sitting far away, staring at the bracelet lonely, and even had to rely on the sparks to see his hand clearly, his front There is nothing on the road——

Harry lowered his eyes, "I thought, you too..."

Ola finally couldn't take it anymore, she took off the bracelet, and blamed with misty eyes: "Stop saying that, okay? I want to live another life, don't make me think about the past, I think about the past is all pain! "

She saw him tremble.

"I feel so painful," Ola gritted her teeth, holding back tears. "My family won't support me at all. Being caught in the middle by friends, you still humiliate me so much!"

"I didn't!" He explained helplessly.

Ola's eyebrows raised high: "No? You need me to remind you, how did you humiliate me?" She almost gritted her silver teeth, "My name is Egil, and I will not give up for a man I am more proud than anything else than what I believe in!"

She bravely looked at him directly, her emerald green eyes were completely at a loss at this moment.

Aura raised her head: "Please stop harassing me, Deputy Minister."

She thought for a while, twisted "Don't tempt me" on the tip of her tongue, and swallowed it back into her stomach.

Potter is really like a sweet food with aroma in the window. He is bitter on the outside and sweet on the inside. As long as you try the bitterness on the outside, the sweetness in your heart will bloom only for you.

Ola used to really want to eat the sweet inside, so she was willing to eat the bitter outside.

But this sweetness is not enough to offset the bitterness of the shell.

But damn it, she still wants to eat it!

Ola tried hard to resist the temptation and turned around, but her wrist was firmly locked in his palm.

Harry pursed his lips: "Then you humiliate me."

"I didn't tell you a lot of things before, and it was my fault," he looked at her, also with wet eyelashes. "But I can't tell others, because this matter is related to the great war, but I can tell you now, do you want to hear it?"

He actually didn't listen to anything.

She sighed, her focus was not getting along or humiliating at all, but staying away from her.

"Do you want to hear it?" Harry repeated.

Ola raised her small face in despair, because of his unwavering stubbornness, she once again deeply realized the words of Hermione Granger in the bestseller of Lihen Bookstore - "Many times, in order to persuade him, I almost I almost shed my tears."

His green eyes flickered, and he understood.

"Then let me kiss you," his voice was inaudible, "goodbye kiss."

Ola raised her head, her gray-blue eyes rolled with tears.

Before she could answer, he leaned over in the next second and slowly traced her lips with the tip of his tongue.Olaben made up his mind to stay still, but he couldn't help moaning.

Harry raised his eyebrows, which deepened the imprint of this kiss. She seemed to be involved in a whirlpool of happiness, so she put her white arms like suet jade on it, and the wind and rain could not cover up the happiness. All the hidden dangers she thought of.

"But you still have feelings for me, don't you?" he gasped. "Don't say what you say and what you do, your acting skills are worse than Riddle who wants the gold cup."

Ola was ashamed and didn't answer.

Harry directly kissed her again, and she was confined in a small space to accept it, and the rising temperature made it impossible to think.He put the bracelet on again as he kissed, but Ola's wrist was no longer its original size.

"Come on," she said, "I've put on a lot of weight."

He stubbornly put it on again and again, and said unconvinced: "But I want it."

Knowing this, Zhivkov took the initiative to separate from her.

Ola didn't want to see other people either. She locked herself in the interrogation room or the file processing room as soon as she got to work, and immediately used Floo powder to transfer to another place after get off work, and returned after Apparating.

She even changed hotels.

The outside news came into contact again, it was Draco's letter——

AA,

Ron Weasley and Granger actually invited me to their wedding, don't know if you will, if you don't, I'll be embarrassed.

DM

"Ron," Olla opened the door, "are you getting married?"

Ron was eating the ice mouse that Tonks bought for his son, and turned his head in doubt, while Tonks was smiling, with gentle blond hair and a motherly brilliance, holding the ice mouse up high.

She beckoned, "Come on, Ola, the ice mouse I bought for our Teddy, but I bought too much, do you want some?"

"I was going to get married." Ron said strangely.

Ola walked over, "I just didn't expect so soon."

He handed her the invitation letter as if it was yesterday.

"Yeah, we're getting married tomorrow," Ron shrugged, looking helpless, "but Harry wouldn't even grant a holiday to a groom today, and I say he's a bit too strict as a boss, it's almost Harry Snape. "

"Hermione approved, she's enough," Neville interjected.

Ola couldn't help laughing: "Because he knows that you will also be picked on when you go back."

Tonks said displeased: "That's right, few people came when I got married. But Moody also said that if I was still under his command, I would only be granted an afternoon vacation on the day of my wedding."

"But the situation is different, we don't have Voldemort now!" Ron emphasized exaggeratedly.

Ola joked with them happily. Originally, she was afraid of being accused, but the Aurors were all happy about the wedding, and congratulated Ron joyfully.

When the office door slammed, Ola turned pale with fright and ran back into the interrogation room again.

On the day of the wedding, everyone sat around in the little garden outside Godric's Hollow.

Ola saw a lot of Weasleys - their red hair tied together like torches.She shook hands with them one by one, and Mrs Weasley hugged her lovingly.

"Stop, George," Mrs. Weasley changed her face for a second, looking nervously at George who was shaking hands with the man. "Shake hands with girls more often!"

George smiled and stopped his brother's shoulder, "What about Fred?"

And Aalto locked Allen's shoulders, making up his mind not to let him slip away.

He said viciously: "Ola, I won't sit with you today, I want to watch this kid!"

"It's not necessary," Ola frowned, "You won't be able to see him for the rest of your life anyway."

She trimmed her silver hair and decided not to sit with Fleur's Veela relatives.Ola sat alone at the place closest to the roses, enjoying the few quiet moments at the wedding lazily and romantically.

Ron was wearing a formal suit, and the freckles on his face looked mature. He was speaking these few words seriously to the guests.

Ola looked at him in surprise, and then the equally serious Harry came. They were talking seriously at first, and within a few seconds, the two of them poked each other's itchy meat with playful faces.

"Stupid," came the familiar sarcasm in her ear, "Potter and Weasley."

Ola raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Draco! Leah!"

Draco was dressed in a silver-green patriarchal style, and Lucius' snake-headed cane became his new favorite.Astoria smiled softly, with a charming fragrance in her dimples.

"Ola, you are so pretty." Astoria said sweetly.

"You're such a compliment," she looked at the narcissistic Draco, "it's a perfect complement."

Draco snorted, "I've almost done the hotel, and it won't take long... But you, now you are in the Auror Department every day, and Alto said that your new partner is blown too."

Ola looked around, "Where's Pansy?"

"Not in good shape," Draco said succinctly, "Look at the guests today."

Ora looked around, full of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic and top people of all walks of life (except perhaps Granger's Muggle relatives.): Minister of Magic Kingsley, Director of Sports of the Ministry of Magic Bagman, Wesson Ogden, the chief magician of Gama, Moody, the famous retired Auror, Krum, the captain of the Bulgarian international team, and Fleur's well-married Veela relatives...

——Weasley, a well-deserved post-war upstart.

Draco snorted coldly, "Where can they value a lonely pure-blood family?"

"Don't say that." Aura reminded, "What will others think if they hear it?"

While talking and laughing, a few children who came shopping around George and Fred ran over laughingly and almost knocked them down.Draco held back his sarcasm, only sighed, and with a smile on his face, he took Lia to meet other people.

Ola was used to such occasions, but she hardly had to know anyone—she wasn't necessarily in England.

"Ron, it's not bad for you to dress like this, it matches Hermione very well..." Ginny, who was wearing a bridesmaid dress, was talking and laughing with her brother.

"Ola!" A big hand waved in the air, "Come here."

Ola looked around, and found that Harry, who was wearing a dark green robe, was looking at her. He was talking to several important officials, saw her gray-blue eyes looking over, and waved helplessly.

She let out an oh, walked around a few people and came to Harry's side, and his hands naturally rested on her shoulders.

"This Ola Egil," Harry said to them familiarly, as if greeting a friend. "Member of the Auror Command, my subordinate, and the witch who freed 16 hemp-seeded wizards from the Snatchers during the Second World War."

But he's on his side, so it's better to draw out his wand - it's all a traumatic reaction from the great battle.

Bagman answered, "I know, and she's a retired team member... She's doing a good job, right?"

Harry looked at her sideways—the gray-blue eyes were full of eagerness—he finished admiring, and said in Ola's worried eyes: "It's not bad, at least for a member of the sports department. .”

Mr. Bagman nodded and looked at Ola with satisfaction.

"Harry!" Ms. Ogden said kindly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but you've given quite a few Death Eaters recently. When can we make an appointment for a drink?"

Harry hummed, and subconsciously made a defensive move: "I don't know about that, Tiberus, why don't you wait until I see the itinerary Bernie gave me?"

Ms. Ogden's smile deepened, "Of course, but it's not just me, there are also Corydon, Brown, and a few important officials. Let's discuss the matter of post-war compensation. I don't think those high-ranking pure-blood families are bleeding too much." Is it missing?"

Aura smiled at her, but tightly squeezed the cuffs of the people around her.

"Let's talk about it later," said Harry, taking her hand. "It's my good friend's wedding."

"Oh, I remembered!" Mr. Bagman said pleasantly, "Isn't this girl your former dance partner? I still remember it. After all, who doesn't remember one black and one white."

Orla and Harry glanced at each other's hair.

"Yes, Mr. Bagman, I too." He nodded.

Ola's heart skipped a beat, surprised at his growth, this Harry was more charming and mature than the one he was in school.He is like a lion that cannot be ignored on the grassland, gentle and majestic.

And he chatted with Bagman for a few words, and then chatted with a Mr. Whymple. Harry's attitude was not superior, but rather generous, like a chat between friends.

It's just this chat, only one of her friends came in.

When a few bridesmaids came in, everyone fell silent: this means that the bride is coming in too.

Hermione was behind a few dazzling bridesmaids, but her face did not lose any color, her hair was extremely soft, she was wearing a white wedding dress, with a crown made of goblins on her head, like a grown-up fourth-grade prom dress.

"Ola, sit here." Harry pulled her to sit down.

Hermione smiled nervously and shyly at everyone, and Ron widened his smile. He hurriedly went up to him and almost fell over: "My bride——"

"I have never forgotten you," Ron recited his lines seriously, "I..." he simply said, "I have been with you from the age of 11 to 19, from Hogwarts to the family, do you think If you want to do SPEW, I will fully support you, if you want to develop your career, I will help you take care of your family, and I will support you in whatever you do.”

"Me too, you like Quidditch, and I'll vote for the Charlie Cannons if I bet on it." Hermione blushed, and said falteringly, "Of course, I don't support betting!"

The Weasley twins yelled, "Hermione! Are you in charge now?"

Ron grinned.

Everyone also burst into good-natured laughter.

"Of course, she's been in charge for years," Harry continued.

Ola was so teased that she covered her mouth and giggled. She turned her head, and Harry was watching her tenderly.

She changed her smile to a purse.

Harry suddenly approached her and pointed at the two people on the stage: "Do you know what is written on their rings?"

"H&W?" she said the initials.

Harry shook his head.

At this time, Ron took out a clear ring, and said with a straight chest: "Swishandflick (wave, flick), this sentence is the beginning of our love, if it is not in Professor Flitwick's class, you If you say this to me, I won't say anything about you, you won't hide in the women's bathroom, and our love won't start..."

"And your friendship with Harry!" Mrs. Weasley emphasized from the audience.

Everyone laughed again, and they all looked at Harry teasingly, but Harry just looked at them on the stage gently and friendlyly.

Ola leaned closer to his ear: "I remember, you opened the door and hit my nose with blood all over my face."

"Our love won't start either." He read what Ron said, like repeating casually, but squeezed her hand tightly.

"I, Ronald Weasley, would like to marry Miss Hermione Jane Granger," Ron said seriously, "I wonder if you would?"

Hermione covered her face, "Don't be stupid, Ronald, I don't want to and I won't stand here."

Ron stroked the hair on the back of his head foolishly, and while everyone was laughing, Hermione kissed his lips.