[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Aura hummed vaguely.

If it wasn't for this, she should be in the reorganized Chudley Cannons fan club, surrounded by fans screaming and cheering, receiving endless praise, drinking butterbeer, and having a good time in the club .

But now she was sleeping in a bedroom full of Gryffindor elements.

Ola was a little sleepy. She sat up and found that the room was painted with a large area of ​​golden red, which made her eyes hurt. She still remembered that there was a light at night, so she had to squint and look out the window.

She felt that the clothes on the coat rack were better than the decoration of this room.

Ola walked over wearing slippers that were several sizes too big, stretched out her hand, and rummaged through the clothes on the coat rack.Under his many navy blue uniforms that were hot in the sun, he turned out a silver-green scarf.

The warmth of the light still lingers on the scarf, but the smell of orange blossom is long gone.

This is her old scarf from a few years ago.

AA is also printed on the bottom of the scarf.

"Are you up?" The slippers got closer and closer with the sound. "Fortunately today is a holiday... breakfast is on the table..."

Harry froze, he glanced unnaturally: "What are you doing?"

"Do you keep my scarf in your bedroom?" Ola asked.

He hummed inaudibly, turned around impatiently, and walked outside, as if he felt that it was too embarrassing to express his feelings frankly.

Aura chased them out: "A suggestion, don't put too strong colors in the bedroom, otherwise people who see it will be very upset, can you make the colors lighter?"

His black hair was disheveled and slouched, and Ola couldn't tell how long he had been up.

"Okay," Harry turned around, and said patiently, "It's lighter, I haven't decorated it much, I just copied it from the Gryffindor lounge, you can modify it according to your favorite method, okay?"

There was the sound of washing from the bathroom, and the sound of her gurgling water was unusual.

Harry took a few sips of pumpkin juice, another owl flew down the window sill, and he took the letter from the owl's leg - another letter celebrating their togetherness, this one from Mrs Weasley.

She went to the table.

Ola looked at the "Daily Prophet" that was deliberately placed under the dinner plate on the table, but did not block the words - "Celebrating the Savior's Five-Year Relationship": It is known that starting from the fourth grade dance, the Savior ha Leigh Porter and Chudley Cannons agent Ola Egil are a couple, but their femme fatale is a tough one...

This time, Lavender wrote good words, portraying Ola and Harry as a pair of fateful couples, saying that the two people straddle the academy and standpoint, but they love each other so much...

For the sake of peace in the magic world, the savior reluctantly broke up, and the two looked at each other in the rainy night but could not touch each other.

All in all, Ola herself is about to cry.

"It's all right," Harry said, coming over, bending over her face. "Don't be sad, it's all in the past, there's no need to be sad."

Her silver hair hangs down on her shoulders, "But what I said above is what I wanted to say before, isn't what she wrote right?"

Aura stared at him with misty eyes.

"What she said is true," she said sullenly, "I was heartbroken by you, so sad. I thought, when I see you, I must give you enough curses, but I found out today that you miss me too."

Ola continued: "I always feel that you don't like me enough, so I don't want to see you either."

Anyway, I didn't feel good when I saw it.

Harry froze in place for a moment, as if he didn't know what to do next, and after a while, he let out a dumbfounded oh, faltering, and his mouth was so stupid that he didn't know what to say.

Ola snorted and pushed him lightly on the shoulder.

She asked, "Why did I come to your house?"

"I've always missed you," Harry raised his emerald eyes, "always, the first time I came out of the office to see you, everything I said was true, I would rather not tell you than lie you."

Every word is true.

Aura threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes and said nothing, but he didn't mean to say anything.Harry put his arms around her waist and patted her back little by little.

"It's too miserable," Ola cried. "I don't think the Muggle Merlin who was tied up to death was as miserable as this."

Harry snorted too.

After a while, he wondered, "What Muggle Merlin?"

"Hmm," Ola thought for a while, "like God?"

"It's a good thing there's no Christian church around here," Harry sneered. "Otherwise you will be tied up and hanged by their followers."

Aura snorted coldly, "But I'm a wizard, I can make those people fly, and let the rope wrap them to death... Ah, did my dad also read this report?"

She quickly let go of his hand, and sat on a chair to read this issue of the newspaper.

Harry snorted a little lustfully, and the morning boobs seemed to be harder to dissipate because of a hug.He bent down and pressed his face against her delicate skin.

"They already know," he said.

"Ellen was held back by Fred," Harry told her the truth slowly, "but your father Alto was mad and your mother Deborah sent someone to write to ask if I was real or not, you Think about what you should do."

Ola suddenly wanted to slap yesterday's self.

But yesterday's atmosphere was really good, she won the game with a team that was out of shape for a century: the golden snitch was hot in her palm, the audience was crazy because of her silver hair, and even the blue sky seemed to be shot by Chudley The light wheels of the team are galloping under them.

Ola's heart was beating wildly and she wanted to share it with the world.

Now she is sitting awkwardly on a chair, her mind seems to be blank.

He shrugged, pretending to be relaxed and gentle, and said, "Stay with me. I'm the deputy head of the Auror Command. I'm a very powerful man. Stay with me. I will protect you."

Aura asked helplessly, "Do I have any other options?"

"You can also choose to live anywhere," Harry said indifferently, "and then be dragged back to Norway by your father for a few beatings."

He sat next to her, brushed away the broken hair beside her ear, and waited silently for her answer.

And Ola curled up on the chair, eating the bread he made, probably bought by him, anyway, even if there is no addition to the British bread, it tastes dry and sweet.

She couldn't eat it.

Ola is seriously thinking about a question, will she die?

"Are you returning to the team?" He asked casually.

She drank her eggnog and stomped on the floor, making the chair creak and rock.Harry didn't hear her reply for a long time, so he turned to look at her, and he slowly buttered the bread, thinking about how to make her give up going to the Chudley Cannons game.

To put it bluntly, Ola may want to go more, she has a rebellious psychology.

Harry's eyelashes drooped, and the butter knife almost covered the whole bread.

"I'm not going," Ola said.

He turned his face in surprise, "Why? I thought you really wanted to go?"

"I just want to prove my strength to the people in the sports department," Ola rolled his eyes, "I just want to show them how competent I am at my job, the Chudley Cannons have made me angry all my life Come out, this kind of team can't let me play games for them all the time."

She affirmed, "As soon as I play, others will chase after my elbow and beat me. Can I still recover from my injury?"

They can win, Puddlemere United is completely underestimated.

Such a team is not enough for Ola to waste his precious time.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "It's good if you can think that way. The most important thing is to heal your wounds well. My Aura is really unusual. She usually looks like she doesn't care about things, but she's actually quite clear in her mind."

Ola raised her face.

He paused his hand, moved over and kissed it quickly.The butter exploded like fireworks, filling her mouth with this sweet taste.

"Smells like sugar," Ola said distressedly, with a lingering scent on the tip of her nose. "My sugar reduction plan was canceled."

It's rare for the two of them to have free time, to be together all day.

Orla was wearing Muggle clothes and was going to go shopping with him for some ladies' items. Harry held her hand, and the two of them were like ordinary Muggle couples.

Oh, except for Orla's clothes of course.

"Have you ever been to a supermarket?" he asked.

Ola frowned, "Tesco? There's one next to our hotel."

"No," Harry thought for a while, "it seems like we should go to a department store?"

She snorted, "You've been in the Muggle world for so many years, why don't you even know where to buy things? I thought you were amazing."

"I've been around for years," said Harry, "but, darling, I'm not a girl."

Aura stared at him in surprise, a little flower gradually bloomed in her heart.She screamed, "Harry, how come you suddenly learned to speak so many nice words, it's not like you at all."

He laughed at himself: "Learn."

Aura took his hand and coaxed, and Harry immediately took her hand, facing the traffic lights, and stepping on the zebra crossing.The two of them trotted for a while, and fell into a supermarket.

Harry's performance today can be rated as O.

In short, he was a far cry from the Harry Ola knew.

"What's the matter with you?" Ola couldn't help asking.

Harry snorted, "Is there something wrong with what I did?"

"It's just weird," she said, "I feel like I don't know you anymore."

He paid the bill slowly, "I see that's how my uncle treats my aunt, um, pay the bill, eat, watch movies and carry things."

"Your uncle and aunt are still very loving." Ola said.

"Yeah," Harry sneered, laughing quietly. "They even like dogs, but they don't like me."

She smiled affectionately: "But I like you very much."

Harry's heart immediately warmed.

Ora went on: "...there is no dog better than you."

He immediately slapped her face, even though he was carrying a few big bags, he still reached out and slapped her ass/ass.Ola barked following his movements, and Harry pretended to be fierce, "You're the dog."

"I'm not!" Ola said unconvinced, "There are only white cats, no dogs, and I have never seen a white dog."

At this time, a lady in uniform was passing by with a poodle in her arms. It walked in front gracefully, and its fluffy white fur looked very arrogant.

Harry just couldn't help laughing.

Aura stared at him all the way back, "If you laugh again, I will give you a forgetfulness."

"Okay," Harry said triumphantly, and suddenly he stood sternly. "Ma'am, you violated No. 40 of the "Prohibition of Unreasonably Harming Wizards Law", now let me arrest you."

Ola was intimidated by him and stayed where she was. Harry's usually gentle eyes turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes to look at her sharply and vigilantly. There was a look of scrutiny on his lips.

"Your actions deserve the Wizengamot," he said indifferently, "but—"

Aura quickly answered: "But I have forgotten all about you, so you have forgotten, Mr. Auror."

Carrying some unimportant things, she quickly rushed to the Muggle community where Harry lived. This place is really much safer than the place where wizards live-at least there are not a large number of people rushing to shake your hand, or Leave the words 'good luck' on the door.

It's all for nothing if you like it.

Aura stood at the door and cast a spell directly with her fingers: "Alahoo opens."

The door lock clicked, and the upper locks were entangled together, which seemed to be tighter.

Unbelievable, she tried again.

Door locks got smaller.

"Don't try, I cast a counter-curse on it," Harry reminded, "Be vigilant at all times."

Ola turned sideways and saw him coming lightly carrying two plastic bags.

His jaw dropped, "The key is in my pocket."

Ola snorted, and ran her thin hands through the plastic bag into his narrow trouser pocket.She first touched a shrunken wand, and then some small things, all of which seemed to be on guard against being discovered by the enemy at all times and took out to counterattack and win.

She touched it for a while, only to feel that the temperature next to her trouser pocket was burning.

"Did you cast the Infinity Reaching Charm?" Ola complained.

Harry dragged his voice slowly, "The pocket is wrong."

She had to look in another pocket, but still seemed to find nothing.Ola fidgeted out of her pocket, and finally found the little guy. Finally, she took out the key along the seam of her trousers, and Harry also blushed and hummed.

Ola slowed down: "Finally found it."

He whispered: "You are touching it."

She opened the door without changing her expression, then lowered her head to look at his protruding lump with a fishy smell, and the expression she couldn't wait to express, and snorted coldly: "Alto knows, you should die in Siberia. "

Harry stared at her: "Then I will die many times."