[hp] Pride and Prejudice

The name gave Ola a flash of inspiration.

Indeed, what could be more appropriate than going directly to Potter?

Although Potter is bankrupt, and the ancestral formula may not be in his hands, but his godfather is the school trustee.

When she was rich before, she gave him a broom, and he later gave him a bottle of perfume.

Just put down your body and beg him, maybe Ola can get some benefits.

As a human being, realism comes first.

Ola put on lipstick on herself, confidence returning to her face.

She paid no attention to the fact that there was almost dead silence in the hall, and she kept her eyes on her target, who was crowded into a small bedroom with the headmasters, as if talking.

Ola said goodbye to her friends in a hurry, took a glass of pumpkin juice, and pretended that she was going back to the lounge.

She didn't wait until the door opened until her hands were almost stiff.

It was Fu Rong who came out, and she nodded slightly at her, with indescribable arrogance.

Ola is very familiar with this expression.

Because it's one of her exclusive emotes.

But now, she felt ashamed of herself.

After waiting for a while, the green eyes came out tiredly. When he saw her, his eyes lit up: "Ola?"

"Hi?" Aura burst into a smile, she was going to avoid the Hibiscus route. "I just passed by here, do you drink water?"

When he heard that she didn't say anything about the game, he immediately relaxed: "Okay."

Harry picked up the pumpkin juice drink she was holding in her palm, feeling as if some fluffy material had been scratched, he suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and drank it all in one gulp.He asked, "Ola, do you believe I didn't vote in the Goblet of Fire?"

"I believe it." Ola said of course.

Shouldn't people under the age of 17 not be allowed to vote?

His shoulders loosened: "I knew, you wouldn't think so."

Could it be that Harry was interviewed by the principals because of his vote?

Or--

Ola suddenly wanted to understand what happened before, and vaguely knew something.

But she could see that Harry was not in a good mood at the moment, so she didn't dare to ask again.

"Oh, by the way, Harry," Ola hurriedly changed the topic, "Do you have a sample of your Porter brand shampoo? Can you sell it to me at a lower price?"

Harry was more confused than she: "What shampoo?"

Ola turned her head in surprise, and saw that his expression was more serious than Pearl: "Porter brand soft hair."

"Does it have anything to do with me?" He stopped, "There seem to be a lot of people with the surname Potter in the wizarding world. Wait a minute, it seems that my family is the only one..."

Ola whispered: "It seems that this inventor is your great-grandfather Henry Potter."

He frowned in embarrassment, looking confused about the situation.

She guessed that he himself just knew about it.

Aura was afraid that he would not help, and was afraid that he would be bored there.

"It's said in "Witch Weekly." She whispered more and more, "I've been a little tight lately..."

Harry was more surprised than she: "So you also have no money."

Ola's face turned sour: "Yeah, I used all my pocket money to bet on the team."

Harry was even more surprised.

Someone actually used the money to buy two fire crossbows/arrows to gamble.

"You, you may have to learn how to manage money," he took out his money bag, "Spend money in moderation."

Harry couldn't imagine that one day, he would say such a thing.

Once, he was the man who bought a whole truckload of snacks.

Ola lowered her head and saw that his money bag contained more than a dozen Galleons and more than 20 Sickles of silver. She was suddenly filled with admiration, that even a bankrupt orphan could save so much money.

She has never had the concept of saving money.

"Forget it," Ola was a little speechless, "I'd better write to my mother, saying that my comb fell out, or I thought the dress didn't look good and wanted to buy a new one. Come and ask for pocket money."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but a gentle and friendly voice came from behind him.

"Harry, I thought you were in some strange mood and wanted to come over to see you." Dumbledore said, "Unexpectedly, you look much better now."

The two of them looked back, and Dumbledore, wearing a bonnet embroidered with flowers, was calm and reassuring towards them.

Harry directly stuffed the money bag into Ola's hand, bid farewell and left in a hurry.

He blinked, trying hard to hold back the desire/desire to talk, and with his elongated back, he walked towards the Gryffindor table alone, facing the upcoming life.

Because he can't escape.

"Hey, Harry." She ran down and patted him on the shoulder.

Harry didn't turn his head, but he didn't move.

"I think this shampoo can probably deal with your hair," she said lightly, "Because it's your family's ancestral shampoo recipe, I'll buy one for you too."

Harry hummed, not daring to speak.

Ola continued: "I'll give you the money in the next month."

After she finished speaking, she was ready to run up the stairs and go to the owl house to write and order.

"Wait a minute," he said, facing forward, "I want to read that magazine."

Ola snorted: "When I finish writing according to the address, I will entrust someone to give it to you in the evening. You can go back and have a good meal. Today's dishes are quite good."

She ran away.

Hearing her footsteps getting farther and farther away, Harry exhaled, and finally went down.

When he returned to his place, the Gryffindor classmates cheered for the warriors of their house. They laughed and made noises, and asked him how he escaped Dumbledore's detection, but Don't believe he doesn't know himself.They surrounded him all the way to the light and back to the lounge.

Harry was alone in the crowd, he thought absurdly, just a pawn to win honor for them.

He wanted to hide in the dormitory, but was held up by the Weasley twins, covered with a red cloth, majestic like a real warrior.

On their joyful faces, Harry lowered his head, but unexpectedly saw the cup in his hand.

Unlike the quilts at Hogwarts, they are all transparent glasses. Although this cup is a glass, it is carved with simple patterns. It looks like it was used by a girl.

She is a beautiful girl who loves beauty, pranks, and Quidditch.

He was the first to greet him.

It wasn't Ron and Hermione.

There was a bitter yet gentle smile on his lips.

Aura has changed from a cold goddess to a warm girl.

But on the first day, after she smiled seven or eight times at passersby one after another, she finally put on a straight face, thinking, this is really not a job for normal people, beauties just need to be indifferent.

"What are you doing?" Pansy asked puzzled.

Aura explained: "At first, I thought that paying more attention to appearance might make her look prettier, but then I thought, that's the inherent advantage of Veela. I guess it might be more conspicuous if I don't go the same way as that Veela, but I also do it. not."

"It's okay," Pansy said, "She's not a student of Hogwarts, and stealing the limelight is only temporary."

Aura puffed her cheeks and saw Furong's tall figure standing in front of her. She coldly and arrogantly rejected another suitor.

She was always surrounded by boys, and those boys looked at her as if she was not a person, a painting, a scenic spot, or some other good thing, and their eyes were undisguised obsession.

"But it's disgusting to look at like this," Ola murmured, "It's the first time I envy someone so much."

She finally understood what it was like not to have it.

The focus of the crowd has always been, not her taste.

Pansy nodded: "Very well, you can finally understand how Draco feels."

Yes, he was born in a family of wealth and wealth. He grew up with rich clothes and good food, and inherited the good looks of the Black family.His father was so important in the wizarding world that no one else was qualified to be a servant.

But an orphan without father and mother, because of the name of the savior, has shrouded him in the shadow ever since.

Ola got a taste of it.

"Too bad," she complained.

The intelligence of the Slytherins was always quicker than others, but their headmaster called the little snakes into the lounge, he was dressed in black and his face was pale.

Snape's voice was cold: "Oh, everyone knows what the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament is."

No one dared to answer him.

"The ball," he said dryly, "dancing and wandering about with no interest."

Ora stared at him, could it be that Professor Snape was going to teach them how to dance?

really interesting.

She didn't expect to see this in her lifetime, and the other students thought so too, their pupils glistened with excitement, and they couldn't take their eyes off Professor Snape for a moment.

He glanced at them coldly: "Of course, I won't teach you how to dance. If I have to teach this kind of thing, obviously, you can leave with your schoolbags on your back. Your parents can definitely teach you better than me."

The little snakes lowered their heads.

He sneered: "I hope there are no such fools."

Snape's robe flicked, and the black robe rolled away.

Ola breathed a sigh of relief, and she was about to go out of the cellar to get some fresh air.

But at this time, that Wallins came again.

He raised his hands, which were as big as wooden roots, and scratched his head: "Ola, although I haven't picked a Hogwarts warrior yet, can I ask you to go to the ball together?"

She hasn't answered yet.

A pair of big hands stopped him, and the man's eyes were cold: "I'm sorry, she is my fiancee."

Vasily's lips were thin, his nose was straight, and his face was stern.

Wallins shuddered. "Sorry, I don't know."

Ola didn't bother to pay attention to them, she ran directly to the Slytherin lounge to find Draco.

"Draco!" she yelled, "I finally understand how you feel."

Draco was crossing his legs, his head was raised arrogantly, his platinum blonde hair gleamed under the lamp.When he saw her coming, he put down his legs: "Ola, why are you here?"

Her face was full of emotion: "I finally understand now..."

He worked up, his eyes sparkled: "What do you understand?"

"I understand how you feel," Ola said. "The feeling of being taken away by others. I have always been complacent about my appearance, but now I find that there are others."

Draco frowned: "Who do you think is prettier than you?"

Ola stared at him sincerely, hoping her friend would understand.

"Furong?" He asked after a long time, "But you are not uglier than her, you all have silver hair, if it wasn't for your family liking pure-blood wizards more than Blake, I would suspect that you are a Veela?"

For the first time, Ola felt that being praised as a Veela was a good thing: "Really?"

She also boasted: "I also think you are excellent, the Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch school team, the little prince of the Potions class, and the VVIP customer with the highest consumption of pomade in the UK."

"Where are you," he said, "You are the belle of Hogwarts, the princess of Charms, and the admiration of most of the boys in the school."

"No, Draco, you are still the best."

"No, no, Ola, you're great too."

"Draco, you are too unclear about yourself, you are the best."

"Ola, you too, why is Hogwarts belle belittle herself?"

The two kept bragging about each other's business, and in the end they got tired of talking.

Ola took a sip of water, and was exhausted, ready to go back to the dormitory to rest for a while.The boy on the opposite side suddenly became nervous, his whole body was itchy, and he stared at her with gray eyes: "Ola, are you going to the prom with your fiancé?"

Ola snorted, "Not ready."

She already had a perfect candidate in her heart. He was born in Gryffindor, righteous and brave, handsome, with firm eyes, and a high position, with the vision of a great man——

This man is Albus Dumbledore.