[hp] Pride and Prejudice

But for a fool like Ola, even if he wrote her name all over the page, she wouldn't know it.

She has a troll brain.

He was bored as hell.

But he cared about the boys around her, so Harry asked Tonks to tell Ellen about her love affair.

As a result, Allen forgot everything when he was around Fred.

On the long table, Aalto brought some big Lieba, and it was also the first time that he spied some private affairs of their family.Harry lowered his eyes, silently remembering it in his heart.

The entire sixth grade was full of doubts.

He was asked by Principal Dumbledore to teach alone, and he searched for Voldemort's memory in the Pensieve: the gloomyness of the orphanage, the lack of warmth in the old woman's house, the suspicion of Riddle's old house, but only Hogwarts One is a warm color in his memory.

Where will the remaining Horcruxes be?

If he was Voldemort, it would only be at Hogwarts.

Because Hogwarts is home.

Harry sat by the fire, holding the snake's silver ring in his hand, and the coldness was just enough to give him a little sobriety to keep him awake at night.

When Principal Dumbledore died, it was like a nightmare, playing the nightmare intermittently.

The only person who can stop him from rushing to his destined destiny is dead.

Blame him, he should pay more attention to Malfoy.

It's all his fault.

"Harry?" A female voice came from behind.

He turned his head and saw Hermione coming out sleepily, with the locket around her neck.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, "Don't you want to sleep a little longer? I'll keep watch for you today."

Hermione shook her head, "You are also very important, go to bed early."

Harry hummed.

He said casually, "I still think the Horcrux is at Hogwarts."

Hermione was instantly annoyed.

"How many times have I said that?" She suddenly regained her spirits, her gaze was provocative. "No, if it's in Hogwarts, Dumbledore will definitely find it, so the Horcrux must be somewhere else."

Harry was annoyed: "No, how could a person who cares about face-saving like the mysterious man put his Horcrux in an unimportant place. Besides, Dumbledore didn't know everything, so he said that he didn't know how to respond to requests. Room."

Hermione plausibly said: "Who knows if he lied to you, you need evidence for everything!"

"The proof is what he said." Harry refused to back down. "I've known him for so long, and I haven't forgotten a single word."

Hermione snorted coldly.

Her eyes rolled, "Who knows, memory always goes wrong."

Harry frowned angrily, and moved his lips. Just as the two of them were about to have a discussion about 'where exactly is Voldemort's Horcrux', the curtain of the tent was opened.

"Forget it," Ron came out rubbing his eyes, "Harry, Hermione, you all should rest, I'm carrying a locket, can you all go to bed first?"

Hermione immediately relaxed her shoulders.

Ron came over, hugged her and coaxed her a few words before Hermione returned to the tent with red eyes.

Harry slept in the farthest corner, his back to her.And Hermione blinked, turning her back on him too.At this moment, there was nothing else to say in the tent except silence.

He trembled his lips, struggled, tossed and turned, and finally said nothing.

Finally, Hermione couldn't bear it again and opened the curtain and went out. In the dim moonlight, he saw that she was sleeping with Ron in her arms.

Harry let out a long sigh.

He's really not good at saying nice things, and he's not used to showing his feelings.If Hermione disagreed with him, the two of them would argue aggressively, right or wrong, and neither side would bow their heads.

His silence was because he didn't want to destroy this friendship.

Harry held the little silver snake in his hand.

Little snake, don't you also like that he doesn't like to talk too much?

He opened the Marauder's Map, and seemed to check where she was countless times, but Harry immediately remembered that she was gone.

Ron's departure made the fleeing group lose control of their emotions.

Both he and Hermione were more silent, both wanting to maintain their slender friendship, the lack of food was also an invisible contradiction, but the debate between the two of them about where the sword of Gryffindor was was also very sharp.

"Shall we go to Godric's Hollow?" Harry tried. "Find Bathilda Bagshot."

He felt like he was thirteen again, the night he asked Uncle Vernon to sign up for Hogsmeade.

Hermione suddenly became energetic: "Go, but you must be careful, Harry. First, we should..."

She is a person who can make detailed plans, and Harry trusts her ability in this aspect.The three of them broke into the Ministry of Magic precisely because of Hermione's quick mind and nearly three weeks of planning.But it is difficult for her to make up her mind to do things, probably because she is too smart and cautious.

Speaking of which, that day, they not only got Slytherin's locket, but also put more than a dozen hemp seeds in it.

Too bad Ron wasn't with them anymore.

Harry's stomach seemed to twitch, but then he thought that if Voldemort wasn't killed, more people would lose important people.

He did not repeat it any further.

The escape career of that year was a kind of torture and experience for the growth of every hero.Harry must learn to prioritize and make himself a real savior.

Feelings are another matter.

Ron came back and told them, "We have a radio station, um, I mean, just to tell some people what's going on, do you want to hear it?"

He nodded.

"...the Muggle villages in Surrey have been attacked again recently, but the Death Eaters always feel that this is part of the blood cleansing." Lee Jordan said, "I have to say that the Death Eaters may not be able to discern things ability."

"I don't know how many people the search team can save?"

Harry chewed on the word for a moment: "Snatcher party?"

Ron suddenly hesitated: "Is it a team dedicated to fighting against the search team?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"In it, there's Mad-Eye, Teddy Tonks, Alto Egil, and some that were added later," he stumbled, "well, there's Ola."

Harry fell silent.

Both Ron and Hermione looked at him nervously.

After a while, he sighed: "She has grown up."

From a squeamish and arrogant little girl, she has grown into a person with ideals and determination.

But he did not witness the process.

She may get married and have children after the search team is over, but he may die. Although the heart is filled with resentment, the two of them should forget about the years.

Harry tightened his grip on the bracelet, then let go.

When the three of them worked so hard to destroy the seven Horcruxes, including Voldemort himself, all the fatigue seemed to be swept away. The emotional out of control, mutual suspicion or negative reasons of the Horcruxes encountered by the three of them on the road, All dissipated.

"I just want to go back to sleep now," said Ron excitedly and tiredly.

Hermione yawned lazily.

Harry was also tired, but his passion for life and old feelings had come back again. He even wanted to spend the night earlier and return to a normal life as soon as possible.

But Ola's leaving without saying goodbye seemed to have stolen half of her emotions.

"Think about it, we've put away the Elder Wand." Ron continued, "The Horcruxes are gone, and Voldemort is dead. Now, what should we do now?"

"I want to go back to school and finish the seventh grade. Professor McGonagall said that I will be the president of the female student union when I come back." Hermione was too tired.

Harry lifted his cramped calf with difficulty, "Congratulations."

They all lazyed their eyes and retired to the Gryffindor four-poster bed for their last sleep.

Before going to bed, Harry squinted his eyes, his black hair was messy, he threw his head into the soft bed, stretched out his slender arms, held his little golden snitch and kissed him: "I've had enough troubles in my life .”

There is also an Egil to deal with.

When he was in a daze, he wondered vaguely whether the name of the savior could buy the Fratcha Eagles team.

The answer is no.

Harry can buy up to [-]% of the shares of this famous team—probably because there are too many people all over the world rushing to buy this famous team.

But other people can only buy one percent.

"You can consider the Abobi Arrows team," the director of the Bulgarian sports department came to the door and said, "or the Karasjok kite team. There are not many sponsors for this team at present."

Harry closed the file and nodded: "Let's buy the Fratcha Eagles."

This is not an isolated case. Since the defeat of Voldemort, people all over the world have rushed to give gifts.

Harry originally lived near the house of his deceased parents, but not to mention that his parents' house has already become a memorial site of the war, and people come up every day to leave flowers and leave messages.His privacy was also an issue, and one day he came back from the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic, and his house was filled with confession letters from girls with lip prints.

He had to buy himself a Muggle house in London.

Even newspapers wanted to grab his scoop.

Kingsley wanted to promote him directly to the head of the Auror Command, or even the head of the Law Enforcement Department, but Harry declined, citing his age and qualifications, and let Tonks take the position.

Tonks himself has this strength.

And Harry just lived a normal life of going to work at the Auror Command during the day and going to St. Mungo's to see the godfather at night.

"I dreamed that many people died again today," said Harry, peeling an apple slowly. "Well, Sirius, I even feel that you are dead, is it a dream?"

Sirius tapped the plaster cast, "Come on, I'm not a cripple when I'm dead."

Harry smiled wearily, his eyes were black and blue from staying up late.

"You still like her?" He clicked his tongue, "The Potter family is so in love."

Harry asked, "How do I go after her?"

"I haven't actively chased any girls," Sirius said, "but if you want to reconcile, first of all, you must pay attention to avoiding other people around her. Second, your attitude must be sincere, and the main thing is to show your charm."

He showed a charming smile, "What did she like about you at first, but if you show it a second time, she will still like it."

Harry listened slowly and patiently, a sudden drowsiness hit him, and he lay down on St. Mungo's bed filled with the smell of potions for a short nap again, as if an unsatisfied child finally fell asleep.

He wasn't worried that Ola would fall in love with the team. It was estimated that no one could spare the time within twelve hours.

Harry also bribed the assistant to help take care of him.

"The two Norwegians also requested the same, and now there is an Englishman." The assistant complained.

While London was still shrouded in morning fog, the HJP's office had already had several hours of the times. Harry glanced at the "World Quidditch Daily" as usual to find the news he wanted, and then dipped the biscuit in the sweet sauce and ate it. .

Ola is a Chaser who has just joined the team, so naturally he can't be called famous.

His daily duties were heavy, and he shifted his focus to those damned Death Eaters in a vengeful manner.

And he is also very tired, wanting to step into a long, long dream.

It was such a reversal of day and night that it seemed that Harry could give an account of the people who had been killed or injured in the war.The more so, the more he missed Ola, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she was always relaxed and happy when staying with her.

Harry would love to see her.

He asked Allen, but it seemed that he couldn't even receive letters from his sister, and Ola had been immersed in the team.

"Okay," Hermione agreed, "I feel like she wants to see you too, but in Ola's state, she probably doesn't want to be in a relationship."

He hummed and said that he saw Ola's report-"But the time to be a chaser is too short. I don't want to leave the team until I am 25 years old."

"But I can't wait until I'm 24," Harry said sullenly.

Ron, who was sitting not far away, shrugged and said that he was helpless.

Hermione regretted: "Why is your head not alive now? Isn't she going to play the team? You just propose during the game. Doesn't the "Daily Prophet" have players who win the game every year and are too excited?" Do you know what you are doing, and the news of committing suicide in various ways?"

Harry was satisfied, "There just happened to be a ball game."

And in order to prevent others from taking action first, Harry decided to accept an interview with his old classmate, and to make things clear first, so that other people who have unreasonable thoughts about Ola will have self-knowledge.

But just when he had arranged for reporters, flowers, old friends, and the media to besiege, Ola fell from a high altitude, and his career was ruined.

As the deputy head of the Auror Command, Harry naturally obtained first-hand information from St. Mungo on the grounds of investigation.

"Harry!" Hermione walked in excitedly, with excitement on her face. "You can't believe what I've done. I got Ora to Auror Command. She's here to apply for filer."

"what?"

Harry hurriedly got up from his seat, with disbelief in his green eyes: "But isn't she going to recuperate? Bagman has already gone to St. Mungo's, and he said he would invite her to the Sports Department. Why are you still in a hurry? In front of him?"

Originally, he thought it would be great for Ola to work in the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione blinked: "When I went to St. Mungo's to buy some medicine for my wound, she came out alone."

She still had Bellatrix's black magic scar on her arm, and the word MUDBLOOD flowed into her blood along with the traces, becoming a symbol of resistance that was praised by others.

"Stop talking," she turned around, "I'll ask Ron to apply the medicine to me."

Harry nodded happily. He kept rubbing the bracelets with his thumbs, and decided to sharpen Ola. This little girl has thrown everyone out since she joined the team.

He had been waiting for her to take the initiative to write a letter, even one letter, but unfortunately she completely left everyone behind.

Harry didn't want to let go of his temper and chase someone who didn't care about him.

"It's right." He raised the corner of his mouth. "My Ola."

The door opened again.

Hermione glared at him: "Please respect her, she is not your property."

"But she is," said Harry.

She glared: "You guys broke up a long time ago, okay? Do men think that their ex is still theirs... I didn't expect the savior to be quite possessive." There was a sentence outside the door: "There is also a desire to control. .”

Ola became more beautiful, but there was sadness in her eyes.Her silver hair hangs down, and her usual vigor has been worn down, but her gray-blue eyes are bright without any haze.

This is someone who hasn't thought about seeing him for a year.

Harry snorted coldly, if he didn't know clearly, he would suspect that she was with someone else.When we first met, I was still angry with him, but it was obviously she who didn't write the letter first.

If Ola wrote a letter, he would too.

It's a pity that every owl can't bring a letter from Bulgaria.

But then, Harry knew better, not only had she never thought of writing to him, she didn't even ask him how he was doing.He pursed his lips, trying to bear the boredom, but a strong sense of grievance and unwillingness came to his heart.

That period of happy youth exuding golden light is too unforgettable.

He still remembers the two of them hiding in a corner of Hogwarts when they were young, or holding hands and laughing as they stepped on the snow, or chasing each other while flying.

She is so bright.

But Ola didn't seem to be as happy as he imagined, she was doing things sullenly, her little face was full of depression.

Two people who can't forget the past.

Harry thought, give it a try, the savior has done everything to kill Voldemort, let alone regain a girl's heart?

Surely he can... right?

Harry put his mind into it, he would be very patient, using Auror training and experience in catching the Snitch on the field, slowly and gradually grasp everything he wanted firmly in his palm.

No matter how wide the sky is.

"You're so annoying," murmured Ola, who was pregnant, "you're really annoying."

Harry asked, "Really?"

She shut her mouth, but her eyes were still flickering with dissatisfaction.Ola was sitting on the sofa with the little sweater she was typing in her hand.The little orange balls of yarn tumbled to the floor, and Harry picked them up again and hung them next to Ola.

"Isn't it that you are not allowed to eat mangoes?" He said softly, "Saint Mungo sent a notice saying that no matter how good a therapist is, it can't cure a pregnant witch from eating indiscriminately."

Ola kicked her legs in frustration.

Harry sighed, "How about something else?"

"I'm thinking of staying in a hotel," Ola complained. "Except for the occasional knock on the door, everything else is pretty good."

Harry shrugged and said nothing, probably because he had knocked on her door.

He was peeling a banana, and Ola frowned reflexively when he saw it.

"Banana again." She said angrily.

"Then don't eat." Harry put his hand down. "Then why don't you watch TV for a while, and then go to sleep later, okay?"

Ola snorted, "My hair isn't dry yet."

Harry nodded: "I know, a little thing with a few spells."

She suddenly twitched a little, and tapped her feet on the ground for a while.Then Ola raised her slightly hot face and said dodgingly, "Can you blow my hair with that little Muggle thing?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled: "So that's the way it is, you just said no?"

Ola immediately turned her face away in embarrassment, and groaned for a while.

Harry immediately found the hair dryer, plugged it in, and the hair dryer gushed out hot air for a moment. He tested the temperature with his finger.Ola's silver hair was wrapped in a bath towel and felt like wet silk.

He gently untied it, and those bright silver hairs fell on his shoulders.He is a very patient man, inserting his slender fingers in/in and blow drying slowly.

And she lowered her eyes, continued to wear the little sweater, looking forward to the birth of a little life.

Harry could even see her ears covered by the sideburns, her hair gradually slipping from wet to dry.

"How do you feel?" he said softly, "Oh, little princess?"

Ola snorted suspiciously, and then he remembered that the hair dryer was too loud, and she couldn't hear it at all.

Harry turned off the hairdryer.

"Look," Ola excitedly held up the sweater she was playing. "Look at the sweater I made, isn't it cute?"

He looked at his wife's orange sweater with a suppressed smile. It was awkward, and none of the stitches fell into the right place. It was a sweater that even the second-hand robe shop in Diagon Alley would not want.Under her raised expectant gaze, Harry hesitated for a moment, then considered, "Well, maybe it's not bad?"

"Liar." She said coquettishly. "I'll call you one, but you definitely don't want it."

Harry thought for a while, and put his hand in front of her eyes: "You can embroider my name on my sleeve with a needle and thread."

Ola smiled.

It may not feel like a bachelor, but a married man will feel the difference.His small London apartment is no longer empty, but a bright light that can be seen even in the afterglow.When he was working overtime, there was a warm and warm lamp waiting for him, as if the ship suddenly docked.

When he left work early and turned the key, Olla was taking floral lessons with her Muggle teacher.

"Oh, Peggy, you can go back," she said.

Harry said goodbye to her politely. He took a look at Ola's flower arrangement. Like the wallpaper of the whole house, she changed it into a light and elegant design. Ola liked the lighter colors.

Maybe it's because of her light color all over.

"I saw fruit syrup pies for sale today," Ola said first, "and I've got all the flavors for you."

Harry saw a table of cookies.

He smiled and put the things he bought on the table.

Aura protected her stomach, leaned over curiously, and found the passion fruit that he had spent ten thousand galleons to get from outside.

"What is this?" she asked. "Looks delicious."

Ola peeled it off, and a rich, sweet, sour-sweet passion fruit taste filled the mouth.

"Is it better than mango?" he asked.

Ola nodded contentedly.

"I think we are a bit like an extra-curricular book I read in elementary school," Harry said slowly, ""Maggie's Gift", which is about a poor couple. In order to surprise each other at Christmas, the wife Sold a beautiful long hair and bought a watch for the husband, but the husband sold the watch and bought a clip for the wife."

"Thanks to Merlin, or Odin! Make me a great witch! I used a transfiguration spell, Muggles are going to sell things!" Ola folded her hands gratefully.

She frowned and recovered, "Oh, by the way, where did your fruit come from?"

Harry smiled, turning the bumpy process of obtaining this mango-like but different fruit into an understatement: "Well, someone else gave it."

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The opponent's play is incompetent, it's over, I'm going to write fantasy words.