HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

On the evening of October 1981, 10, Godric's Hollow.

In the bedroom, a red-haired woman kept murmuring to a baby still in swaddling clothes: "We love you, we love you..."

There were footsteps coming up the stairs outside the door, and the casual steps showed that the person was sure of victory. As the door burst open, the woman stood up without hesitation to block the baby, begging painfully:

"Please, don't touch Harry, please, don't hurt Harry, I can do anything...don't...don't"

A green light flashed, and the woman's voice stopped abruptly, and she fell down with her eyes wide open.

"Hahahaha... Harry Potter... the boy in the prophecy... come and show me... how you... can defeat me... Avada Kedavra!"

—

Satan's Kingdom

"Thatcher! I can sense my sister's soul fluctuations!"

Odysseus cried out in great joy:

"It seems to be in the direction of England. The magic there is a little unstable."

Fortuna showed a rare anxious look: "Godric's Hollow, the wizard's territory, Thatcher."

Thatcher frowned slightly, actually being in the wizard's place, then looked at the youngest brother and said:

"Odysseus, go and confirm it as soon as possible."

"I'll go now." Odysseus said and disappeared on the spot.

Emala looked at her eldest brother who looked serious and comforted him: "Don't worry, my sister will be fine."

—

When Odysseus arrived at Godric's Hollow, he found it dead silent and lifeless. He looked around casually and teleported to the room where his sister's soul was fluctuating the strongest, only to see the corpse of a witch and a wailing baby.

"Blood magic... He can still survive the death curse. I don't know whether this child is lucky or unlucky..."

"Lily! Lily! Don't..."

A man's voice called out urgently from outside the house. Odysseus took one last look at the Boy-Who-Lived and said, "Good luck, kid."

He thought he knew how to wake his sister up.

—

1991, Dark Night Castle.

"Your Highness, a large number of owls have begun to appear at the intersection of our world and the human world. It seems to be a conspiracy of wizards. Only they like to use such ugly creatures to deliver letters."

The man in the black cloak placed his right hand slightly on his left heart, bowed his head respectfully and reported, "Does Gaia need to deal with it?"

The girl sitting at the table supported her head with one hand, her thick black hair obediently hanging behind her. Her skin was a sickly pale color, almost transparent, as if she had not seen the sun for years, but her lips were a bright red, like a rose stained with blood.

Hearing this, she slightly raised her eyes and looked at the man. Her dark pupils were devoid of any emotion. The extreme black, white, and red, which should have been extremely impactful and contradictory colors, were neutralized by the delicate facial features and indifferent expression, creating an inexplicable harmony.

Her other hand casually rested on the edge of the table and tapped slowly, her red lips parted slightly: "Owl..." As if she had thought of something, "Where's Zero?"

The man paused and said, "I think Lord Thatcher asked him to inquire about your recent situation."

The girl stood up in annoyance, but her expression did not change. She walked out and said, "I'll go see who did this myself. Tell Zero to find me there."

—

Hundreds of owls were flying aimlessly in the sky, and more were joining in, as if they were determined to gather all the colors and varieties.

When Zero reached the junction, Olga had been standing under the flock of owls for a while. The girl turned around and looked at him as if sensing something. The breeze blew her hair across her beautiful face lovingly. At this moment, the owls in the sky seemed more like her loyal believers.

Seeing this scene, Zero was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head in embarrassment to hide the throbbing in his eyes, and slowly walked towards his god.

The moment he stepped out of the Kingdom of Satan, many owls quickly identified their target and threw the letters they were carrying at him. Soon, the boy and the girl were blocked by a "mountain of letters".

"What...what's going on?"

The usually calm boy was dumbfounded. Was it a prank by His Highness? But after that incident, His Highness never joked again.

Olga narrowed her eyes as she watched the scene in front of her. Sure enough, it was directed at Zero. She casually picked up a letter and opened it. Inside was an admission notice:

Dear Mr. Zero: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. School will start on September 1st. Please send an owl to bring your reply before July 31st. Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. Followed by a long list of required items.

"Hogwarts... Admissions Notice?" Olga walked around the pile of letters, walked to Zero's side, and handed him the letter with an expressionless face, "Are you a wizard?"

"I... I don't know... Believe me, Your Highness, I really don't know." Ling felt that Olga must be angry, and he was a little anxious. "You can check it countless times to see if you know it right."

After saying that, he took the girl's hand and said, "Look, look at my memory, Your Highness. I have never hidden anything from you."

Olga looked at the panicked boy calmly. This was the first time she had seen such a situation and it was quite interesting.

He pushed the letter in his hand forward again: "Take a look, your letter."

The boy stared at her stubbornly and refused to take it, as if he was determined to let her see his loyalty clearly.

"I don't doubt you." Olga was still relieved and slapped the letter on him, "This is an opportunity, Zero, a good opportunity for me to enter the wizard's territory."

She has studied almost all the sealing techniques in the world, but none of them could trap Lilith and Lucifer. It could only be that Michael used a magic circle on the basis of the sealing technique, but the vampires have never been good at such troublesome things. Only wizards would like to delve into those formations with complicated steps.

"The Albus Dumbledore in this letter seems to be a very powerful wizard, the president of the International Magical Confederation, the president of the Wizarding Association, and Merlin, a first-class wizard of the Jazz Corps. Since he is the headmaster of Hogwarts, this school should be very good?"

Olga pondered, "Zero, I need you to reply to a letter for me. I don't know if the principal would care about the student's appointment, but it should be more polite than a vampire appearing directly in front of him."

After she finished speaking, she realized that Zero had not let go of her hand. She struggled slightly, but failed. She sighed and said, "Let go."

Reluctantly, Ling let her go and said, "I don't want to go to any wizard school. I am your...blood slave and should always stay by your side."

Olga turned around and walked back, her tone unchanged.

"So I'll go with you."

—

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office

"Hmm... a letter from the vampires. Could this legendary tribe actually exist... appearing at this time, perhaps they can become our allies?"

An old man in a purple robe was talking to the phoenix in the room. His long white beard was braided into two braids. "Phineas, please notify the deans to come to discuss this matter."

...

"What?! You want to let a vampire enter Hogwarts? I'm sure your brain is not full of sphinxes. It is irrational to let a dangerous factor appear around that boy during this special period! How can you be sure that the vampire, as the lord of darkness, will not prefer to cooperate with the Dark Lord?"

A black-haired man with slightly greasy-looking hair shouted angrily.

"Calm down, Severus. This is an opportunity. Think about it carefully. Blood races have always been reclusive. The only thing we know about them is vampires. Think about the two major upheavals in the wizarding world before, which did not allow them to come out. This shows that they have no interest in wizards. I think we should have something they want now. Of course, it will not be black magic, which is unnecessary for them."

Dumbledore calmed the man down and continued to analyze, "The letter means that we should have a talk first, which means their attitude is quite friendly and gives us psychological preparation. Otherwise, if they came directly to us, I believe that everyone here, including me, would not be their opponent."

Snape's expression softened a little, but he still insisted: "I still think it is inappropriate to allow vampires to enroll. After all, we should be more concerned about the boy's safety, right?"

Professor McGonagall suddenly interrupted at this time: "We can test the waters first to see what their purpose is. If possible, the addition of the vampires will only make us more powerful. We need allies rather than enemies. To shut them out at this time is simply to send them to cooperate with the You-Know-Who."

"Great, Minerva, thank you for your understanding and support. So...what do Filius and Pomona think?"

“We support your choice.”

—

When Dumbledore arrived at a cafe in County Clare, Ireland according to the location in the letter, Zero and Olga were already waiting there.

"Sorry for the long wait, Mr. Zero and... this beautiful lady, the scenery here is really nice," the white-haired old man said with a smile, "I am Albus Dumbledore."

"I think we can skip the unnecessary pleasantries. Mr. Albus Dumbledore, I am Olga, the crown princess of the vampire race. This is neither the territory of wizards nor the territory of vampires. It is good for all of us to meet here."

Olga went straight to the point.

"You must have read the letter. I can tell you directly that my goal is magic array. I need wizards who are proficient in this field to help me study some arrays. Of course, in exchange, you can also put forward corresponding conditions, such as solving a certain disaster, or protecting a boy who survived a disaster."

Dumbledore stared at the girl in front of him: "It seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has made a lot of preparations in advance."

"I never do anything without preparation. That will only make things get out of control. My sincerity is already sufficient, isn't it?"

"Oh, no, it is very sufficient. I think it would be difficult for me to refuse such an attractive condition. But may I ask why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince studies magic circles?" Dumbledore wondered.

"For my parents. So, I understand we have reached a consensus?"

"Of course, Your Highness, I believe that having one more powerful ally is better than having one more unfathomable enemy."

"Just call me by my name, sir. Also, I may need to go to Hogwarts to study. As for our conditions, it would be more convincing if the blood clan's crown prince personally implemented them, right?"

"No problem, Miss Olga, you will receive your admission letter soon. I hope our owl won't get lost this time."

Dumbledore winked mischievously. "Oh, by the way, the required books and items need to be purchased in Diagon Alley in London. I will let Professor McGonagall contact you in advance. Well... I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand.

Olga looked at his outstretched hand and asked in confusion: "It's a pleasure to work with you, but...what do you want?"

Dumbledore laughed: "My dear lady, this is human etiquette. Shaking hands expresses friendship and can also symbolize cooperation."

Zero, who had been silent the whole time, held Dumbledore's hand at this moment: "It is inconvenient for Her Highness to contact others. I will take her place."

Dumbledore saw that Olga did not stop him and did not ask any more questions. Everyone has their own secrets, right? He moved Zero's hand a few times.

"See you at the start of school, kids."