[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Her face suddenly turned red.

Fortunately, Draco didn't know that she had written a letter to Potter, he only felt that the great savior didn't even take the sarcasm with Draco, and even in the savior's heart, Aura was still at the top of the savior's hate list How many!

Draco let out a disdainful snort.

Potter looked at him indifferently: "Shut up, Malfoy."

"You're jealous," said Colin sharply.

Ola wanted to speak, but no decent words came out of her mouth.

She could even feel the tears framing her eyes.

She turned her head away, not wanting to join the boys' war for the first time.

"Jealous?" she could still hear Draco's voice sharply emphasizing, "Jealous what? I don't want an ugly scar on my head, thanks. I don't think having your head cut open makes you special. I do not believe!"

"Maybe we will really be jealous of his ugly scar." She sneered, holding back tears. "Oh, dear Mr. Scarhead Potter, I adore you so much, can I have an autographed photo of you?"

Ora imitated the red-haired Gryffindor girl who often followed his ass, the first year's face was as red as her hair.

Potter blushed.

And Draco let out a shrill, ugly laugh when he heard her words.

Ola was in no mood to quarrel with Potter and the others, so she pushed aside the crowd and ran away.

Potter was furious from behind: "I didn't! Shut your mouth! Malfoy and Egil!"

Before Ola could run far, she was blocked by Lockhart: "Who is issuing autographs?"

He took a few steps forward and put his arm around Potter's shoulders.

"No need to ask! Here we go again, Harry!" said Lockhart, showing his perfect eight teeth. "Come on, Mr. Creevey, a two-shot. It's a good deal. We'll both sign for you. Oh, And you, pretty little fan, come on, we won't let every fan down."

Ola gave him a forced smile.

Potter couldn't help frowning when he heard that, but when he looked at Ola, his expression suddenly became strange again.

Lockhart turned his head to look at Potter unaware, "Is it okay, Harry? Although we are celebrities, we should also cherish the love that every fan gives us. Let's take a photo together and give it to Miss Egil sign."

Ola didn't feel like crying anymore.

Potter looked at her with a stiff face, but he couldn't say any words of rejection when he opened his mouth.

She rolled her eyes, and now Pansy and Theodore had run away (damn Slytherin wise) and Draco was trying to run into the crowd and hide.

Ola quickly grabbed the back of the back: "Okay, but, he is also a fan of the famous Savior, and he also likes you very much, and you have read all your books—"

A longing and awkward expression appeared on her face.

"Okay, let's come together." Lockhart's smile became even more charming.

And this poor little platinum head, pulled off by Ola's troll powers - or Draco was completely terrified.

"Let me go!" His expression changed from a smile to horror.

Ola's face remained unchanged: "Don't worry about Draco, don't be too nervous."

She wants to find a companion even if she dies!

"Don't be shy, Mr Malfoy," Lockhart blinked, "I'd love to take pictures with fans."

Draco refused: "You can't—"

Potter struggled: "I don't want to—"

A flash of white light flashed, and Creevey pressed the shutter as the class bell rang.

This chaotic photo came to an end, Lockhart showed his iconic white teeth, Potter was squeezed into the corner with an embarrassed face, and Ola also smiled politely, dragging the hideous Draco by the way.

"When the photos are developed, I'll sign them for you." Lockhart smiled. "Alright, let's go to class now."

Who wants your photoshoot?

Ola walked into the classroom expressionlessly, and when she saw Potter out of the corner of her eyes, there was a few traces of common sarcasm.She was in a better mood when she was interrupted just now, but she didn't forget how Potter humiliated her just now, and she wanted to take revenge.

Delayed for a while, she and Draco had to sit in the back row - if she could, she could even go to Lockhart's class outside.

Potter didn't have a seat anymore, Granger and Weasley sitting in front could only refuse him with apologies, he hesitated for a while, and sat around not far from Ola, the seven books were piled up by him blocked the face.

"I," said Lockhart, blinking, "Gilderoy Lockhart, [-]rd Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile - but I don't Put that on the line, I didn't drive away Wan Lun's female ghost with a smile!"

"What an idiot." Ola pouted.

Draco propped his face up and smiled maliciously at Potter's seat.

"Hey, Potter," he said.

Potter said annoyedly, "And what, Malfoy?"

"I just hope you remember to give us the photos in time," Aura pointed out, "after all, you are a busy person, we should remind you."

Draco also added fuel and vinegar: "Yeah, you are so busy that you don't even have time to write."

Potter's face was ugly, he pretended to glance at Ola inadvertently, then turned his head wisely and said nothing.

Ola was out of breath.

When she got Lockhart's question, she felt even more outrageous.

1.Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color

2.What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3.What do you consider Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

……

She checked the timetable and made sure it was Defense Against the Dark Arts, not a Lockhart fan club certification.

Potter's face was covered by the book, but he couldn't be seen scratching his head.

Just don't answer.

Ola suddenly became playful: "Hey, Potter."

Potter didn't look back, pretending he wasn't being called.

She kicked his seat: "What color do you like?"

"What?" Potter turned his head abruptly, with disbelief on his face, as if he thought he heard it wrong.

Ola raised her chin: "I asked what color you like."

Potter's face flushed suddenly, and he muttered, "I like red."

She nodded, holding the quill and quickly turned back to write: red.

"What are you doing?" He realized something was wrong.

Ola took it for granted: "Answer the question."

"What's your secret ambition?" she asked again.

Potter pursed his lips, turning his head away from her.

"Oh, you don't need to tell me that I know—" Ola dragged his tone, "I must want to become the most famous person in the world, tsk tsk, what a great ambition—"

"I didn't!" Potter immediately turned his head angrily, and shouted in a low voice, "Don't write nonsense!"

Ola filled in without hearing.

"What is Harry Potter's greatest achievement to date?" she asked herself. "Easy."

Although she was filling out Potter's 45 questions, she was actually filling in most of them admiring Potter's extremely ashamed red face, and Potter made some protesting sounds from time to time.

"Okay, the last one." Ola deliberately raised her voice, "When is Harry Potter's birthday, and what is his ideal birthday present?"

She looked at Potter: "May I ask you, what's your birthday?"

Potter hesitated for a moment, his voice was almost inaudible: "July 31."

"You're quite young!" Ola was surprised.

She was actually a year older than Potter.

She tapped the quill anxiously: "What about your ideal gift?"

Potter was well aware of her aggressive nature, so he said nothing.

"Just say one, anyway, I won't really give it to you." She said arrogantly.

Potter didn't look back: "I hope you and Malfoy drop out."

Ola snorted coldly.

"Well, Harry Potter's ideal present would be with Lockhart—" she drawled again, and Potter's ears perked up. "Tongue kissing him, wait, it's Lockhart's paper, so it's tongue kissing Harry Potter."

Potter cried out in shock: "What?"

This time, Ola didn't look back. She wrote all the answers with a quill pen, and signed Deliancep's name at will.

It didn't take long for the test papers to be collected.

Lockhart said with regret: "Tsk tsk - almost no one remembers that I like lilac color the most. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Snowman". Weekend with Werewolves" - I made it clear in chapter twelfth of the book that my ideal birthday present would be for all magical and non-magical people to live in harmony -"

"Very well, Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, as well as sell my own line of hair conditioners—good girl! Ten points from Gryffindor." He bared his white teeth and suddenly paled. become angry. "As for Deliancep, I won't read your answer. Let me explain first that Harry and I are just the care of the seniors and the juniors."

Potter's face became even uglier, and he looked like he was going to vomit.

"What should I do?" Ola frowned worriedly for him, "Lockhart rejected you."

His face was as red as a boiled shrimp, oh, so to speak, this face was a combination of disgust and shyness.

Pansy stared back at her.

Because Derian Sepp is Pansy's favorite senior—bad!

Lockhart bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium, and put it on the table.

"Now—beware! My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the worst things the wizarding world has ever known! You will face the most horrible things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I am here, you will not No harm will come. All I ask is that you remain calm."

He lifted the cloth, and the pixies were livid, about eight inches high, with small pointed faces, and very shrill voices, like many budgerigars quarreling.As soon as the cover was removed, they began to chatter, jump up and down, shake the cage bars, and make all kinds of weird faces at people nearby.

"They're just captured Cornish elves—"

These strange-looking elves suddenly emerged from the cage, and they made shrill noises and ran around in the classroom, but the professor of defense against the dark arts ran away first, and before Ola could react, Draco He took her by the hand and took her away.

"And Pansy—" Ola called.

But Pansy and Theodore came out in no time.

"Did you write that Deliancep test paper?" she asked. "It must have been you."

Ola was helpless: "Oh, I suddenly remembered the name, let's go first."

It was only after she tried to persuade this difficult young lady that the students all went out, and Ola didn't see the savior and his party. She glanced through the crack of the door and almost laughed out loud——

Thanks Merlin!Potter was left to deal with these elves!

Hopefully these tough Cornish elves can teach him a lesson.

Aura thought bitterly.

She and Pansy walked back to the Slytherin dungeon, laughing more and more as they walked.

"What are you laughing at?" Pansy wondered.

Olla shook her head. "I want to see Potter being chased and beaten by the Cornish elves—"

"You're just like Draco, you're talking about Potter now." She sighed. "What's so good about Potter, Ola, think for yourself first, the trial for the second-year Quidditch team has begun, and we're short of Chasers."

Pansy learned how to play Quidditch overnight for her sake.

"Well said!" Captain Flint's voice was behind him, "Jesse retired from the team this year, and Harvey also retired from the team. We don't even have enough Chasers. Could it be that our team needs four more second-rounders?" Grade? Oh, yes, Egil, you remember tomorrow's team selection, I look forward to your performance!"

He didn't have time to greet them, so he hurried away with his book.

Alan next to him also patted her on the back hurriedly and reassuringly: "Don't worry, it won't be difficult."

On the second day, Ola held the Nimbus 2000 given by Draco with a sense of security in her heart.

"How did your dad come up with the idea of ​​giving brooms, he's a genius," she boasted.

Draco's expression became more reserved: "My father said that it is important to have a good relationship with teammates."

Aura nodded, deeply appreciative.

Her father is not as good as Draco's father!

Draco was so nervous about it that he soon stopped talking.

Ola took the opportunity to look around. There were very few people selected this year, but the rest of them were basically names, and she was not very familiar with them.She exhaled, and was also tensed by the atmosphere.

Flint set out the task: "Malfoy went to catch the Snitch, Little Egil went to watch the Snitch, it's a pity I can't give you the batsman position. As for Zabini, you go to keep the goal-I see how many you can defend." Ball, Selwyn, you go to play and cooperate."

Maybe it was because she was the only one who was recruited as the Chaser, so Flint only released a Snitch.

Ola Egil is still more than enough to deal with one.

She also did a few fakes and dives in the air in order to get picked, and played well.

Because there was no interference from the enemy, everyone completed the task very well. Draco also quickly caught the golden snitch to end the selection this time.

"Beautiful!" said Flint. "Malfoy you're the Seeker, and young Egil you're the Chaser."

Allen raised an eyebrow at her.

Flint was very satisfied: "Great, we can apply to Professor Snape for training tomorrow."

Olla smiled and held the new broom in her hand, very good, she must practice hard, and when they are on the field, they can't think of Potter's head as a Bludger into the grass, they Gryffindors Take the Quidditch Champions Cup.