[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Although Aalto said it was bad, he was honest and did not remove him. He even asked Ola about the details of their relationship with a straight face, and asked Deborah to find elves for them to customize wedding dresses.

"Our family still has a fairy crown," Alto said unnaturally, "you wear it when you get married."

Aura said joyfully, "Great, Fu Rong also has a hat when she gets married, so I can look better than her."

She was still thinking about Furong's marriage. Furong was already beautiful, and she looked even more beautiful with a carefully crafted crown. Besides, her eyes were full of the happiness of falling in love.

Orla will never forget it.

Deborah looked around coldly, "Where will you live in the future?"

"I don't know," Ola said.

Harry, who was standing on the side, said, "Well, we live in the fourth district of southwest London, next to the Thames River." He added, "But we may consider moving back to Godric's Hollow in the future."

Allen said wickedly: "Alto, why didn't you ask her where she lived during this time?"

"Alto," Ola complained first, "Ellen and his boyfriend lived in the place you bought me, which made me go to a Muggle hotel, because he didn't even give me a house-elf, and The Leaky Cauldron is filthy."

Aalto pressed Alan's head hard without any politeness.

He managed to calm down: "Potter, do you have elves in your house?"

Harry shook his head resolutely. He pointed to the badge on his chest, and a superb transfiguration appeared: the eagle representing superb insight quickly transformed into a house elf holding a sock: SPEW

"Vomit?"

"No, it's the Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights (SPEW), and I'm a staunch supporter," he affirmed, "We'll never have house-elves in our house, and a warm home doesn't oppress a A free creature. Not only that, but I am also determined to promote it widely in the British wizarding community in the future."

Now not only Artau was angry, but even Deborah stood up from the chair with a cold face.

And Harry stood there silently, pursing his lips, and involuntarily entered defensive mode.

She frowned. "What do you mean? You mean our daughter should do the work that house-elves do?"

Ola was afraid that he would not say a few good words, so she looked over nervously.

But Harry frowned, looked at her with relief and explained: "That's not what I mean, I just want to make it clear. I will learn housework magic in the future. There are not many cases now, and I can also cook three meals a day for Ola."

Deborah's face brightened a little: "Hmph, man."

"I at least found a pure-blood," Allen said sarcasticly, "but what?"

Aura answered: "But it's not that era anymore. Now there are very few people from real pure-blood families, and more than half of them have entered Azkaban. I even interrogated two of them a month ago."

Alto still gave Harry a displeased glance.

"Harry is all right," she whispered, "I'm fine anyway."

Harry stole a glance at her, unable to hide his smile.

It may be that Ola's stalking has had an effect.

In other words, Aalto just couldn't stand her begging him so hard, Ola thought, Aalto would give her ten galleons for a knut of candy, so he must be reluctant to let her suffer.

"Then you should go back to live now," Alto said viciously. "The wedding date is set in one year. Now go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for three months of marriage leave. You go back and give me a good time."

Ola glanced sadly at her stomach.

Alto was furious, wishing to cut Harry to pieces: "Two months, no, one month!"

She pushes forward: "Will I be able to stay in the UK?"

"Anyway, there will be more places to meet in the future." Deborah said displeased.

She didn't dare to show how happy she was in front of her parents, so she looked at Harry quietly, realizing that he was looking at her too.

Aalto couldn't bear to mention Ola: "Don't look at it, go back to Norway."

The skies in Norway are bright and clear, but alas, it is too cold.In England, Ola still wears autumn robes, but in Norway, she has to wear a furry bearskin coat.

"Spark," ordered Artaud as soon as he was back, "go and nail up the window, not even a suspicious owl can be let in, especially from England. Take good care of your lady's food and clothing, do Don't wait."

Sparkle, who was dressed in rags, nodded.

He stared at Ola with hatred: "Marrying into a family that doesn't even have house elves, he really doesn't care about you at all."

"No," Aura stomped her feet in dissatisfaction. "He loves me very much."

A deep disdain came from the bottom of Aalto's nose. He took his wand, turned around and went back into the fireplace. The whole manor was completely silent because of his disappearance.

At first, Ola was riding a broom around the estate, but then she too got bored.

A few days later, Alto also realized that he had been cheated by his daughter, but he was too embarrassed to repent because of his vows, but he was upset when he saw Ola.

But in her bedroom, Ola found the letters after Lavender published her relationship with Potter, all written by her classmates in Slytherin, including Braise calling her "charming" and Daphne saying "you two In fact, I have already seen it', Draco's "congratulations", but Pansy is "difficult to reunite after a broken mirror".

Isn't she and Ernie McMillan still on good terms?

That's right, their engagement has been dragging on for half a year now, McMillan looked down on Parkinson, and Parkinson was a little bit annoyed.

Her Pansy was so proud, so self-respecting, how could she bear the slightest setback?

Or from a loved one.

Ola wanted to punch McMillan, but if it made Pansy's relationship more difficult, so be it.And in her current state, she would be tired of talking to Ola.

She must be exhausted.

Ola was also depressed, she flew around again, her face was flushed from the cold, she shook her hands, and fled to the living room.

Deborah was sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses, carefully comparing the letter papers.

"Mom," Ola asked curiously, "what are you doing?"

Deborah said, "I'm comparing the papers on which invitations are written."

She leaned over and saw letter paper made of rose flowers and roses on the table, all exuding a faint fragrance.Ola glanced at it casually, and picked up a letter paper with the scent of orange blossom: "Just this one."

Deborah sneered, "I just voted it out."

"Harry will like this," she grinned. "He likes the smell."

Her mother hates iron and steel: "You are not married yet, what do you want to do for him? Let me tell you, no matter before or after marriage, you must respect yourself and love yourself. Nothing is more important than career."

Ola nodded, "I know, I will."

Deborah looked at her suspiciously.

It didn't feel like Ola and Harry's wedding, it was Egil and Potter's wedding.Now that Deborah has a little free time, she starts to help Ola with everything, from stationery, wedding dress, every detail of the wedding, and even the flowers of the day.

Deborah treated her like a child, thinking she couldn't do anything.

"Don't be black, right?" Deborah asked repeatedly.

"Don't ask for a black wedding dress," Ola begged, "preferably a white one. I want to be different from all wizards' weddings."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the sky a few more times, and today was also a day when she didn't receive any owls.

It has been fifteen days.

What the hell is Potter doing?

Ola turned around dissatisfied, and saw a gleam of green light flashing through the fireplace, and Allen rushed out with a letter: "Ola, a letter from Mrs. Weasley to you."

Deborah turned her head first, "Show me."

Allen showed off under her nose angrily, and Weasley's W glowed on the letter paper.After Deborah was satisfied, Ola got the letter——

Hermione invited her to attend a lecture on the reform of the Ministry of Magic she conceived. Although she is not in a high position (one of the management members of the Wizengamot, responsible for the revision of the law), due to her contribution to the Second World War, she is in the magic circle. The reputation is high.

——"I hope that people from all walks of life can come, September 1999, 9, address: Ministry of Magic Hall."

HG-W.

Just tomorrow.

Allen picked an apple at random, and approached him: "Alto found Potter and lectured him for almost three hours, and the topic was all about you."

Immediately, he gloated and left.

Think her and Harry's affairs can stand up to him and Fred, don't you?

"Mom," Ola said cleverly immediately, "Granger invited me to attend her lectures. Do you know her? She was promoted very quickly and got into the Wizengamot, the most difficult exam in the Ministry of Magic. Law Ms Ogden, executive director, also said that when she retires in a year, Granger will be director."

And Harry was under the pressure of Tonks as the deputy minister.

She looked at Deborah sincerely, "You don't want your daughter's official career to be too difficult."

Deborah narrowed her eyes.

"Hmph," she said contemptuously, "don't take me for a troll fool, I'm not stupid, isn't Granger the same Mudblood with Potter? I don't agree."

Aura persuaded: "She is a very powerful witch, and she will become a director. If the position of director is used to bribe, it is estimated that tens of millions of Galleons will come down a year. And you told me If you want to make friends with useful people, if you can't do it, you should at least have some respect."

She thought to herself, if Hermione heard that, it would be the greatest disrespect for her.

"You've never heard what I said to your father," Deborah said impatiently, "If it weren't for Potter's identity, I wouldn't bother to talk to him... You are married to him, and you have to work hard to maintain What does it matter? Those will be yours from now on..."

"But the relationship needs to be maintained," Ola said naturally, "that's what you told me too."

Deborah frowned: "Okay, you can think so if you want."

Ola hummed, and then said coquettishly: "Debbie, this is a little secret of our mother-daughter conversation, don't tell Harry about it."

"I'm not stupid enough to destroy my daughter's marriage," Deborah said with sudden satisfaction, looking at the flowers brought on the table again. "Actually, Porter's personal conditions are not bad, and he is also good in all aspects, but his blood is a bit impure."

"...Your brother has more headaches than you."

Ola turned around and rolled her eyes at the true colors of these high-sounding pure-blood families, but Debbie was right in one thing, she really didn't hear what Deborah and her dad had to say.

She ordered, threatened, and even pleaded, and Spark finally agreed that he would help her lie in front of Artor once.

Aura put on a navy blue robe, her silver hair was carefully wrapped in a black turban, pearl earrings dangled in her earlobe, and she entered the fireplace excitedly.But it was still late. The hall of the Ministry of Magic was already crowded with people, and everyone gathered on the high platform in the middle.

The hall has had its statues modified by this time, instead of house elves, squibs, and ragged Muggles kneeling on the ground and watching the wizard, the wizard has been shaped into a loving new image, surrounded by Muggles and magical creatures Together, strategizing, pointing high in the direction of the road ahead.

Hermione hadn't appeared yet, but Ron was already watching her from the front, turning back from time to time to tell her in the background.

Harry wasn't there either, presumably comforting his friend.

Aura withdrew her gaze and looked at the table with peace of mind, keeping a low profile.

When she stood up to the point where her legs were numb, Hermione finally came up with the document. Her brown hair was neatly combed on the back of her head, and her brows and eyes were stained with a steady sharpness. Ron silently applauded her comfortingly from the audience.

"Hi everyone, welcome to participate in this Ministry of Magic reform seminar." Hermione's voice trembled after listening carefully, "This time I will briefly talk about the development and future of the Ministry of Magic after the war. Before that, we To tell a story."

Ola raised her small face and was immediately attracted by this sentence.

Hermione said bluntly: "I am a bitch. When I walked into Diagon Alley eight years ago, I was very happy and looked forward to being a wizard. Then you know, I entered Gryffindor and met My husband Ron Weasley and my lifelong friend Harry Potter—”

She briefly described her and their experience of defeating Voldemort to protect the Sorcerer's Stone in the first grade, talking about her magical experience at Hogwarts, the first time she saw Peeves' mischievous anger, and the first time she went to Professor McGonagall. It is strange to see the podium turned into a pig in class.

Most of the people in the audience were of mixed race or of mixed race. Hearing her vivid description, she immediately returned to the year when she was 11 years old when she entered school.

"...But my happiness stopped in the second grade," Hermione changed her words, "At that time, a pure-blood classmate called me 'Mudblood'. I didn't know what it meant until my husband told me Me, that's the dirtiest word in the wizarding world, meaning 'I'm a filthy thing crawling out of the mud' and my magic is stolen."

"Thank you Ron for comforting me at that time." She smiled softly at Ron.

Hermione continued: "For the next five years, I have been troubled by this word. Even though I worked hard to become the No.1 of Hogwarts, the prefect of Gryffindor, and the president of the Girls' Student Union, I was always called 'Mudblood' Hiding under the covers and crying secretly, I have much lower self-esteem than my friends, even though Ron and Harry kept praising me as 'the smartest witch in Hogwarts'."

"But, now," she breathed, brows confident. "I can proudly say that I am a Mudblood, and I was born as a Muggle, but my soul is noble, and I am no worse than anyone else anywhere!"

Ola stood among the crowd, her heart was completely shaken by these words.

Everyone was as shocked as the night when Voldemort disappeared completely. When they realized it, they all applauded for her. The applause in the hall was already hoarse. I burst into tears.

Hermione said: "A large part of you here are assholes, can you understand what I mean?"

"... There may be a difference in bloodlines, but the soul does not." She was already in tears at this time, "I have used it for seven years to prove this, so I want to launch this book "About Hogwarts Ideological Education" Bill, establish an educational institution for children, so that Muggle-born and mixed-race children will not feel inferior because of their birth, and strengthen the education of little wizards..."

A qualified politician.

Ola silently defined her in her heart.

He can even use the softest part of his heart to reveal it to the public to achieve his goal.

In a trance, her silver hair exposed by the black scarf was lifted up, and his slender fingers slowly penetrated into it, tucking it behind her ears.

"...the courses in it are..."

"The courses include the origins of medieval aversion to muggles, the origin and end of pure-blood families, SPEW, equal treatment of magical creatures," Harry whispered to her, "this time to win over neutral families, and some unconverted minds." With the money from the imprisoning of those big families, we can already revolutionize the textbooks of Hogwarts."

He said slowly: "Those teachers, in the future, they must obey the orders of the Ministry of Education to eradicate bloodism."

Aura turned her head to the side, and a strand of silver hair fell out again.

He dresses low key.

Harry patiently brushed her hair back in, and said gently, "Ola, how are you doing these days?"

She snorted and threw herself into his arms: "I thought you didn't miss me at all."

"I miss you," Harry put his arms around her, "it's just that I've been a little busy these days, Hermione has pulled us into the audience that we've been forced to be for a long time, and I'm going to train new Aurors, and Ron has already gone to the opposite corner. Lane has opened a shop, I still have to go and have a look.”

Ola was dissatisfied: "I just don't have time to think about me."

Harry looked at her softly: "No, it's your father who made me unable to send a single letter, and I didn't ask anyone. Your father even dragged me to talk for half an hour, wanting to extend the engagement." He suddenly Smiled, "Because he said that you misled him before and made him think you were pregnant."

Ola glared at him angrily, "I don't want to be locked up in Norway for a year."

"It was hard for me, too," said Harry, "but luckily I was popular enough to convince Fred."

Hermione's voice continued to resound on the stage: "A new regime, a new Ministry of Magic, eliminate bloodism, eliminate this extreme thought! Aren't there enough tragedies of Voldemort? The population of wizards has decreased by three One-third, how many families were wiped out by this tragedy..."

The crowd incited for her words, holding up their hands to 'support the promulgation of the "Regarding the Hogwarts Ideological Education Act", and Ron was the one who yelled the loudest.

Kingsley chanted: "Support Hermione! Support Codex!"

Only then did Ola notice that not everyone came here to support this law code, and some people stood indifferently in a group. She took a closer look and found that they were all her classmates in Slytherin.

Draco held Leah's hand, with a gloomy and indifferent expression on his face.

The more the crowd cheered, the more ashamed their faces became.

In the war years, those who are wise and protect their lives just want to survive, while those with a clear stand will often choose the winner, because this is the medal given by the sheltered people to those who bravely defended their rights and interests and won the victory in the war.

"It seems to be done," Harry whispered confidently. "This code will make the pro-Muggle thinking of the Order of the Phoenix generally rooted in the wizarding world, and the pure bloodism is no longer applicable."

Ola stood there in a state of melancholy, only to feel that the faith she had insisted on for most of her life had completely collapsed.

He hugged her and put it close to his ear: "Don't be sad, you still have a long life, maybe you will have a new idea in the future?"

"No," Aura forced a smile, "I just feel, well, I just feel that I can't make the switch."

Harry stared at her intently, and Ola followed his gaze. The two of them exchanged glances, and then kissed in the roaring crowd. The words of those people seemed to be drinking potion and listening in the medical wing. The words of the crowd passing by outside the door were noisy but not ear-catching.

Fucking codes, fucking ideas, she thought vaguely, only the warm touch on his lips was real at this moment.

"Come on, Mrs. Potter," she said with only green eyes, "let's do something that won't put Arto off the engagement, like getting pregnant."