[hp] Pride and Prejudice

She could also vaguely see the shadow of that lamp, and the light flickered, as if lighting a warm lamp in a person's heart.

Ola was up early in the morning, but Harry got up earlier than her.She lazily came out of the bathroom, with some mint in her mouth, Harry pulled back the chair: "Sit."

There was some bacon, milk, bacon, and brown bread on the table.

"What would you like to eat?" Harry asked.

Ola joked: "Why are you so attentive all of a sudden?"

He lowered his head and smiled, "I don't know what you Norwegians eat, but European countries are pretty much the same. It should be bread, milk...about the same?"

Green eyes stared at her flatteringly.

Ola's heart softened, "I'll eat whatever you eat."

Harry stared at the bread, an irrepressible smile on his lips.He hummed, skillfully cut the bread with a knife, spread a bit of butter on the sliced ​​Da Liba, and handed it to her carefully and expectantly.

"Try it?" he asked.

Ola pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand and dipped Daliba in the milk, "I know the British like to make bacon in the morning, but you always like to eat treacle pie, you really like sweet ones .”

"Yes," Harry said softly, "because the sweet ones are delicious."

Ola smiled and asked, "Do you know why I don't like sweets?"

Harry frowned in distress.

He thought back to how many times he had seen her on the long table, she was sitting lazily beside Pansy, Malfoy or her brother, and there were all kinds of delicacies on the table, and she slowly Take a sip—probably because Ola is always up too late.

He was too busy looking at her, too anxious to get a few more glances before class, to have little time to pay attention to anything else.

"Because, um," Harry racked his brains, "because you get fat easily?"

Fortunately, he still remembered a few small talk of the Parvati sisters passing by.

Ola smiled sweetly, and stretched out her fingers to pinch his face: "Because you are sweeter than candy."

Oh, Harry swears.

His face was probably as hot as the finished potion of Living Hell Elixir.

Harry Potter is so cute.

When he kissed her silently, or muffled her with sweat dripping from his body, he didn't have the slightest bit of shyness when he was leading the progress of everything in her body with his dark green eyes when he hugged her.

But when Ola spoke love words, he listened shyly, so cute!

Harry kissed her countless times one morning, until Orla told him in a panic that they were going to be late.

The two people changed into navy blue robes in a rough manner, and went to the phone booth hand in hand. The staff of the Ministry of Magic all smiled and greeted them: "Oh, Potter, Egil, how did you spend your night?" how?"

"Are you going to marry her?"

"Oh, Egil, no, should I call you Potter now?"

Ola was so amused that she couldn't lift her head. Harry walked through the bustling crowd without noticing. The passage of time taught him to ignore the curious gazes of the crowd. He rolled up the hem of his robe and took her hand.

His voice rang overhead, "...go to the left, the elevator for the International Affairs Department is next to the second fireplace on the left."

Ola raised her face, and saw that Harry had put on a business-like expression, greeted his colleagues in a gentle and distant manner, and felt her eyes, and his eyes suddenly softened a lot.

"New colleague," he explained in a low voice. "come back earlier."

Harry kissed her quickly.

Aura accepted it with a smile. She covered her face and walked into the elevator going to the Sports Department, and he also went to the Auror Department. Aura was looking at the direction where her lover disappeared, feeling extremely lost.

But in the next second, the second fireplace on the left side of the Ministry of Magic hall splashed green, and a middle-aged man with silver hair walked out quickly, and the dragon core wand quickly aimed at the target, gnashing his teeth: "Drilling heart—bleeding and broken arm—— "

Ola screamed.

The navy blue robe quickly reacted and quickly dodged. The red light hit the elevator door and instantly cracked. He quickly took out the holly wand: "Fall to the ground quickly—"

As soon as Harry saw that it was silver hair, he immediately stopped thinking about hurting the person who came.

After all, Aalto would be his father in another form.

But Aalto's eyes were red with anger, and he slapped cruelly: "Bleeding and breaking the arm--the pain is piercing--the body is smashed--"

In just a few minutes, he had used more than a dozen unforbidden curses that were no less than the Unforgivable Curses.

But the deputy head of the Auror Command was not a vegetarian either. Harry turned his wrists and dodged like a well-trained cat. The holly wand skillfully used the Disarming Charm and Stunning Charm.

The floor, glass, and every small thing in the hall were damaged to varying degrees. The members of the Ministry of Magic immediately screamed in fright and fled in all directions.

A few Aurors who got into the elevator came out again, waved their wands and started to disperse the crowd.

Tonks drew his wand and yelled, "Stunned—"

"What's the matter?" Harry continued, distracting Artor. "...Anyway, you hurt me, and your daughter is the one who loves you the most."

Aalto's angry face was redder than drinking a ton of vodka: "I want you to die!!"

He tossed a few spells from Tonks without a hitch.

Harry didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, the two of them only had a silent contest, but Alto's body was obviously not as good as that of the young man, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat as he worked harder and harder.

And the young man on the opposite side was still casting spells vigilantly, dodging quickly, and speaking familiarly.

"Why do you want me to die?" He broke a curse, "Wouldn't your daughter have no husband?"

Alto trembled with anger, "Shut up! You bastard with a scar on your head!"

Seeing that Aalto didn't vent his anger, Ola became more and more angry, knowing that he should stop Aalto's battle.

She hurried away from the crowd who were discussing the strength of the Savior, and watched Alto cast a silent spell more and more violently, and the colorful lights hit the Ministry of Magic.

She raised her staff: "Except for your martial arts—"

"Expelliarmus—" a woman with pale blond hair and lavender robes of the German Ministry of Magic said first.

After Deborah finished chanting, Alto's godson wand immediately fell out of her hand. Ola picked it up, but found that Alto looked at her so sadly and mournfully: "Did you cast a curse on Dad?"

They asked for leave to discuss this matter.

Alan came late with the buttons on his robe, and saw Ola bowed his head, with two delicate dragon leather boots dangling in the air, listening to his mother's teachings.

Hearing the voice of the person coming, she immediately raised her head in surprise, and seeing his eyes immediately dimmed.

Allen: Do you really want to miss seeing me?

At this moment, there was the sound of Apparatus from the back door. Harry opened the door wearing a brand-new navy blue robe and looked at her with relief. Ola immediately felt a big stone in her heart fall to the ground.

"You don't mind if I sit here." He politely pointed to the seat next to Aura.

Deborah looked at him coldly.

Ignoring their gaze, Harry stretched out his hand to sit down, but the chair stuck to the table automatically.

"Mind you." Aalto came out from another room and said viciously.

Allen clicked his tongue, "I haven't sat down yet."

"You don't deserve to sit either." Alto said viciously, "And you, Ola, you too...forget it..."

Ola sat obediently on the chair.

Alto's chest was fluctuating. He glared at the taciturn Harry a few times, and then stared at his daughter with hatred: "What's going on with you? It's strange why one or two went to Hogwarts. I should have risked my life and sent you to Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons—under my watch anyway."

"Didn't I tell you to look at your sister?" He was so angry that he wanted to shoot Alan with his eyes. "You were not abducted by Malfoy's family, but by a half-blood. You should die on the man!"

Ola and Alan bowed their heads.

Harry stared at Alto frankly, the sharp eagle badge on his chest was as brave as his eyes.

Alto's nose fluttered, and his beard was blown crookedly: "Ola, tell me yourself, how did you end up with this Potter?"

"We're just together like that," she looked at him reluctantly, "How do I know, I just fell in love with him..."

Harry, who was standing behind her, curled his lips into a small smile.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Potter?" Deborah asked indifferently. "I don't like you much either."

Artor glared at him again, probably wishing he could cut him in half with a knife—for he was the Boy Who Lived, the Savior who couldn't kill even the Killing Curse.

"Come here." He said aggrievedly.

Ola snorted obediently, followed him and slipped into a small door.

Alto sighed, his eyes were bloodshot: "Ola, do you know that our family has been married to a pure-blood family since the nineteenth century..."

"The Potter family is also a pure-blood family," Ola retorted, "it's just that his blood is not that pure."

His chest dropped suddenly, and he held his breath and said, "What's so good about Porter? His spell, ah, the blood is not clean anyway... Aura, there are so many good boys in our pure blood family, why do we like Porter?" Special? Did you take a fancy to his scar, or where?"

"We," Ola said hesitantly, "...the school is together."

Aalto looked like he was seriously ill.

"Why on earth?" He couldn't help shouting, "Aren't our Norwegian boys bad? They want to like a little boy with some brains. He goes out to do such a dangerous job. Does he have time to accompany you?"

She explained unconvinced: "Harry is very powerful. He defeated Voldemort. It was Voldemort who you were so frightened that you abandoned the Death Eaters and joined the Order of the Phoenix. And his strength is not bad. He didn't lose when he fought you just now. You almost can't win."

"I'm asking how he treats you," Alto said with red eyes, "is he treating you well!"

Ola snorted, "I think it's fine."

"Well," she said nonchalantly, "he's very nice, he's always thinking about me, and he's still worried about me being excluded by others at school, and he's not the kind who just looks good at others and has a good attitude, he's hard Go into your heart, his heart is much more valuable than those who give it to you."

It was his existence that brought a little setback to Ola's originally smooth life.

In her beautiful girlhood, Ola had this secret and bitter secret, like a person drifting in the vast ocean, surrounded by silence, and no creature would notice if she was hoarse, and would be submerged in the calm sea water.

But there is still someone who knows this secret, and he is waiting for her by the rock, and when she gets there, the love bred by this shared secret cannot be stopped even by storms.

She whispered: "He made me a big Liba in the morning."

Aalto slammed his big palm on the wall, and the wall was crumbling: "That's it? I made it for you for 20 years. When you were young, I even gave you a piece of bread after soaking it in milk. He made the most It's only been five years, and you ran away with someone else in five years?"

Her pupils overflowed with pleading.

"I, I really can't accept it," Alto rubbed his eyes, and the water fell into his beard. "I have raised my daughter for 20 years. When you were a child, you were not as big as a dragon's egg shell. Now you have grown into a beautiful girl."

She waited for Artau to finish.

He was as angry as a toad/toad's belly: "A boy from our pure-blood family, you are so blind that you can't see, do you have to fall in love with him?"

"I want to." Ola said angrily, "Anyway, I want to get married. If it wasn't for him, I would be an old girl for the rest of my life. If you don't agree, we will elope."

Aalto was already so angry that he was sick and dying.

She turned and opened the door, and Deborah immediately turned her head around. Allen squeezed the hand that was holding Harry's neck collar tightly, and Harry restrained his momentum a little, and retracted the wand against Allen's neck. .

Allen glanced proudly, and sneered: "Ola, break up obediently."

"Shut up," Ola scolded him fiercely, "I don't need you to dictate my life, I've had enough for 20 years!"

Alto said hoarsely: "Shut up!"

The siblings closed their lips winkingly, pretending that they did not exist.

"How was the talk?" Deborah asked after a while.

"Debbie," Alto exhaled several times before speaking smoothly. "Should we remove Ola first, or do the wedding first?"