[hp] Pride and Prejudice

DA hasn't been at the party these days.

Probably because the confrontation between Gryffindor and Slytherin is approaching. Although Professor Snape doesn't like Quidditch, he is very active in fighting for honors and always reserves the court for them. Gryffindor has always Can't get it.

"Oh, sorry," Captain Wallins held the note, "Professor Snape reserved it for us again."

Angelina's nose was almost crooked.

The new goalkeeper, Bletch, raised his eyebrows at them, and under the resentful eyes of the Gryffindors (Harry was also furious), they walked away with their brooms brazenly.

"Funny." Draco sneered.

Ola didn't look for Harry either. You know, who pays attention to those ridiculous love affairs in front of the arena?She was obsessed with winning, and then figured out how to replace Wallins' class in sixth grade, and then enter the Hounds as a Chaser.

She must win this game.

Otherwise, she didn't put any thought on OWLs, and she must get a good result in the flight.

"That little Weasley, he can't block a ball. The Slytherins sing, Weasley is our king..."

On the day of the game, they were in the changing room, and they could hear the voices of the Slytherins in the stands from afar.Ola didn't have any appetite when she woke up in the morning, so Pan Xi forced her to feed her eggs and milk.

Allen withdrew to prepare for the exam, and she was the only Egil on the field.

Her hand holding the broom trembled slightly, she was sweating from tension, and her breathing was difficult.

The weather outside was sunny, but it was as cold as frozen iron. The icy wind cut his hands and cheeks, and it must be a strong wind when flying.

"Draco!" she screamed, "shake my hand."

He quickly came over with the broom and held her narrow and slender hand. Ola squeezed it tightly as if venting, and the hands of the two of them in the end were red and swollen.Because the hands of both of them are well maintained, the palms of the hands they hold hard are still slippery.

Finally, Ola couldn't take it anymore: "Draco! Stop pinching."

Draco put down his hand resentfully, his perennially pale face gradually turned crimson again.

And she stared at the Quidditch pitch with burning eyes, not in the mood to look at anything else, but said a few words to Goyle.

Wallins shouted: "Assemble! Wish us luck!" He looked down at Ola again, and his tone softened: "Don't be nervous, Ola, you fly very well."

The players marched out of the locker room, carrying brooms, and came under the blinding light. The audience burst into cheers, and Ola could still hear the singing, although it was covered by cheers and whistles.

"Both captains shake hands," cried Mrs. Hooch, the referee. "Get on your broom—"

Angelina and Wallins came together, and the two of them almost crushed each other's fingers.

Mrs. Hooch put the whistle in her mouth and blew hard.

Ola immediately stepped on the broom, stepped back, and Nimbus 2001 took her into the air immediately.Draco headed straight for the goal hoop, and he shot up, dodging a Bludger, and started looking around for a little bit of gold.

"Johnson got the Quaffle, what a girl, I've been saying it for years and she still won't date me—"

"Jordan!" cried Professor McGonagall.

"Just kidding, professor, with a little spice—she dodged Wallins, dodged Montague, and she got hit by a Bludger coming from behind, Crabbe? Montague caught the ghost Fly ball, Monty dribbles back - George Weasley hits a nice Bludger -"

Ola shrewdly rolled like a sloth hugging a tree, turned under the broom, and a Bludger rushing past her.But unexpectedly, the Quaffle was right next to her, and she hugged her tightly in joy.

She was directly under the broom, elbowed hard, and a Quaffle slammed into the halo.

As practiced countless times.

Ron's face was dull, trembling all over, watching the ball fly into the goal he was guarding.

"Sorry!" Lee Jordan couldn't help it, "Egil scored the first ten points for Slytherin! Wait, what are they singing about—"

Ron threw the ball into the air in a self-defeating manner, and Ola flew over to get the ball again.

There were boos from the Gryffindor seats.

As Lee paused to listen, singing rose loudly from the silver-and-green sea of ​​Slytherins in the stands: "That little Weasley fool, he can't block a ball, Slytherins sing, Weasley!" Sly is our king."

But Ola didn't get complacent for long, and Gryffindor's Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet flew towards her, determined to intercept the ball next to her.

She looked around and decided to fly high in the air.

Katie was rushing in with the Sweepers, Ola threateningly tossed the ball high, and Arya was on the other side preparing to intercept it - and as she threw it, another Slytherin chasing Montague, the golfer, holds the ball firmly.

"...Katie and Alia were about to surround Egil, Egil threw the Quaffle forward, and Montague caught it—"

Ron straightened his chest, his face was pale, and even the small freckles on his face were dimmed.

The Slytherin stands singing loudly suddenly: "Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball in the goal..."

Monty's stump-thick arm slammed into the air, and the Quaffle flew suddenly, and Ron swooped with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his arm, right through the center of the goal ring.

Olla likes to win, but Harry is just as important as winning.

"Shut up!" she yelled into the Slytherin stands. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you the rules of the game? I can't even listen! How many times have I said that!"

The voice over there suddenly became much quieter, and gradually no one sang anymore. Those young ladies and young masters were quite dissatisfied with her, and looked at her resentfully from time to time.

Seeing that something was wrong, Pansy yelled to the silent crowd: "I love Ola Egil!"

Within a few seconds, the Slytherin stands sounded the scene of personal confession to the players——

"I love Draco Malfoy!"

"I love Morrison Montague!"

"I love Severus Snape!"

Then they yelled in unison that I love Snape, and Snape sat in the teacher's stand with a gloomy face, resisting the desire/desire to scold his own college, Dumbledore looked at him teasingly, and Professor McGonagall also smiled The hat is about to askew.

This demonic voice also spread to Gryffindor, who is not afraid of death, and they also shouted "I love big bats" in a strange way.

It was supposed to be that Weasley was our king, but it turned into four colleges shouting "I love Snape" in unison.

Professor Snape frowned, the middle wrinkle could kill four Flobberworms.

Harry sat on the broom, shaking his shoulders like a little squirrel eating nuts, almost falling off the broom.

Although the song stopped, Ron's state was severely affected and he was not in the state all the time, but Ola's state was extremely good, better than usual practice, scoring eleven goals in a row, Montague scored five One, and Katie and Alicia combined are two.

"Gryffindor is now 20 to 160 to Slytherin—"

"...Wollins passes to Egil, Egil goes past Spinnet, come on Angelina, you can catch her but Fred hits a nice bludger, no it's George, whatever And he, one of them anyway. Egil lost the Quaffle, Katie Bell lost it? Now Montague got the Quaffle, Montague the Slytherin Chaser got the Quaffle , is rushing towards the frontcourt, Gryffindor come on, stop him!"

Ola looked up, she was a little hopeless about Draco's ball finding skills, and she only hoped that she could score a few more goals.

Sure enough, she noticed that Potter was going in one direction.

"Monty scored! Ron threw the ball again, and Egil picked it up again! Now the score is 20 to 170 between Gryffindor and Slytherin! Come on, Harry, you must get the Snitch, so Ten points over Slytherin!"

Ron already seemed to give up completely, and Ola looked at the Quaffle's direction, planning to use his state to score a few more goals.

Katie and Angelina flew up to escort Harry, Harry hurriedly said something to them, Katie flew down immediately, and stayed beside Ron to catch her ball.

Ola smiled slightly, and she fell straight to the ground. Amid the exclamation of everyone, she slammed her elbow hard on the Quaffle——

Katie flew next to Ron, aggressively preparing to intercept the ball.

The Quaffle flew methodically according to its trajectory, but suddenly a Bludger was hit back by a bat, which happened to hit the Quaffle and changed its trajectory-unexpectedly by Ron, the two balls fell into the into the ball frame.

"Goyle!" Orla cried excitedly, "you listened to me!"

At this time, Harry also held the Golden Snitch tightly and fell together.

"...Harry caught the Snitch! But it was too late, and Goyle actually hit the Bludger on the Quaffle and into the goal frame. The score between Gryffindor and Slytherin was 170 to 180. Ten points! The Slytherins won by scoring the Quaffle!"

The stands resounded with revelry and screams from the Slytherins, and boos from the other three houses.

The silver-haired girl finally turned around and turned from the bottom to the broom, her ponytail was combed high, proudly revealing a pretty face——

"Goyle is our king!"

After a few seconds, Slytherin broke out into a more violent roar, adapting Weasley is our king: "Goyle is our king, he put the ball on the other goal post. Goyle is our king, he Keep Gryffindor under..."

Goyle sat on the broom with unconcealed excitement, his face flushed, he had never been praised so much.

Ola flew to the sky above the Slytherin stands, drew out her wand, and shouted, "Guardian—"

A grim king cobra with gleaming scales slid and spit out a threatening snake letter. Unlike the Dark Mark, it was so fierce and majestic. It didn't have the gloom of that mark, but a pure white figure hovering around it roaring. Above the Slytherins.

- What I want, I must get.