HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Olga stood at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, looked at Odysseus with a suspicious expression, and said, "Do I have to dress so strangely?"

She wore a white half-high collared long-sleeved shirt, and a navy blue vest dress outside the shirt. The hem of the skirt was embellished with golden dark patterns, highlighting her nobleness. She also matched it with a chocolate-colored short cape and petticoat. The round hat on her head and the small leather shoes on her feet were both brown, and the whole outfit fully demonstrated the girl's cuteness.

"You should have said this to Emala before we came." Odysseus smiled, "And what's so strange about it? She's obviously very beautiful, isn't she? If you don't believe me, ask Zero."

The silver-haired boy beside him nodded in agreement. Olga said unhappily, "If you hadn't always brought those human magazines to Emala, she wouldn't have thought of torturing me."

Satan knew why her elder sister loved dress-up games so much, and it was only for her. Although she didn’t hate it, she still felt awkward when she wore it outside and let others see her. After all, it didn’t look dignified at all!

Olga continued to be stubborn and said, "These fancy clothes simply restrict my ability to perform. They will only become a burden when I encounter danger."

"Aimara just wants these wizards to know how beautiful our little vampire princess is." Odysseus leaned over and hugged the girl as they walked inside. "Let's go. Don't miss the so-called savior that Professor McGonagall mentioned."

The Leaky Cauldron lived up to its name, it was small and shabby enough. Olga walked into the dirty bar with disdain. It was dark inside, and all kinds of people were drinking and chatting. There was a very tall and big man who was greeting the owner very conspicuously.

Suddenly the bar was silent, as if the pause button was pressed.

All I heard was the bar owner whispering, "Harry Potter, it's a pleasure."

Olga and Zero looked at each other. It seemed that the time was just right. Everyone in the bar focused their attention on the boy who lived, and no one noticed the three people in the dark.

They listened to the people chatting boredly until they heard a man with a big scarf wrapped around his head stammering "I'm going to buy a new book about vampires". Only then did Olga barely perk up and look at Odysseus, who was also speaking in an ambiguous way. There was something wrong with this man.

The two of them tacitly pretended nothing had happened and followed the big man and the savior to a dilapidated courtyard surrounded by walls on all sides.

It was then that the few of them finally met formally.

The big man suddenly remembered something when he saw the three people and said, "Oh, you must be the distinguished guests who will be enrolled this year that Professor McGonagall mentioned. Hello, I am Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

Odysseus answered, "Hello, I'm Odysseus, I just accompanied them to buy school supplies. This is my sister Olga, and he is Olga's...companion, Zero."

"Hello, he's also a freshman at Hogwarts, Harry Potter." Hagrid patted the silent boy next to him and said, "Harry, say hello to your classmates."

Harry obviously had no experience in getting along with people his own age, so he spoke nervously, "Hello... Hello."

Zero smiled at him in a friendly manner, "Hello, Mr. Harry Potter."

"Uh, just call me Harry. Can I call you by your first names, too?"

"Aren't names meant to be called? If I can call you Harry, why is your full name Harry Potter?"

Olga asked sincerely. She had wanted to ask this question when she last met Dumbledore, but it was obviously inappropriate to ask such a question in that occasion.

Harry was even more at a loss: "Potter is my last name..."

Odysseus couldn't help laughing out loud: "Olga, human names are made up of a surname and a given name. It's all my fault for forgetting to tell you...hahahaha."

It was rare for him to see his sister act stupid, and he missed her terribly.

Olga scowled: "I don't think it's that funny."

Zero at the side also started laughing, and Olga became even angrier.

Harry looked at them strangely and asked, "Don't you have a surname? Surnames are usually inherited from fathers or mothers. Don't you..."

He obviously misunderstood something.

"I am indeed an orphan," Zero explained, "but Don...Olga...'s situation is somewhat special."

Harry nodded in understanding, and added, "I'm sorry if that's offensive."

Zero shook his head gently, "It's okay, I don't care."

He looked at Olga quietly. Parents? He didn't need them. He had better ones.

"Okay, kids, I think we need to hurry up, there's a lot to buy today."

Hagrid took out his pink umbrella and knocked on the wall a few times. The bricks shook and a hole slowly appeared.

"Well, welcome to Diagon Alley."

Through the cave entrance are bustling streets with a dazzling array of shops.

Hagrid looked at Odysseus and said, "I have to take Harry to Gringotts first. Do you want to come with me?"

Odysseus took Olga's small handbag and opened it, saying, "Professor McGonagall took me there last time, and I have exchanged enough gold galleons for them. You can arrange your itinerary according to your own wishes."

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief. "Then say goodbye to your classmates for now, Harry."

After watching Hagrid and Harry leave, Odysseus looked at his little sister: "Have we achieved our goal today? Are there any unexpected gains?"

Olga nodded and said indifferently, "A mediocre savior, not as interesting as the so-called professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." As she spoke, she looked at Zero, "I may have to work hard for you in the future, Zero, pay more attention to that boy."

"My pleasure, Your Highness." Zero leaned forward slightly.

"Why are you so serious? You're only 11 years old. Don't make yourself look like an old man."

Odysseus patted his sister's head, successfully drawing Olga's death stare, and then said nonchalantly, "So where do you want to start your shopping, dear Princess?"

Zero followed behind the two of them and smiled secretly. His Highness would only act like a child occasionally when he was with Lord Odysseus. The Lord was right. His Highness was usually too tense.

"Whatever." Olga didn't want to pay attention to Odysseus. Her third brother was good in every way except that he had a big mouth, which was very annoying.

They first came to Ollivander's Wand Shop, which was sparsely populated. Inside the shop were rows of shelves that were almost as high as the ceiling, with cardboard boxes neatly arranged.

"Good afternoon." An old man standing on the escalator turned around and greeted them, "I believe you must be here to choose your wands, so... who will go first?"

"I don't need it. They need to pick it up carefully, Zero."

Odysseus signaled to Zero with his eyes, and the latter walked forward silently.

Mr. Ollivander looked him over and asked, "Which hand do you use?"

"Right hand, sir."

"Hmm...Okay...Let me see...You all know that it is the wand that chooses its owner. If you use a wand that belongs to someone else, it will not work as it should."

Ollivander pulled out a paper box and opened it. "Try this one. It's made of ebony and phoenix tail feathers. It's eleven inches long."

Zero took the wand and waved it casually. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the store, blowing Olga's hat off.

"Oh... not this one." Ollivander took back the wand and handed him another one. "Look at this one. Holly, unicorn hair, eleven and a half inches long."

Zero cautiously waved it downwards, and saw the tip of the wand light up slightly.

"Well, that's it! You must be a kind and brave man, kid."

Hearing this, Ling breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and smiled at Olga, bent down to pick up the hat that had just been blown off, and put it back on her very gently, solemnly as if he was performing some kind of ritual.

"Well, it's this lady's turn next." Ollivander looked at Olga and asked with a smile, "Which hand do you usually use your wand with?"

"Right hand."

"Try it, willow and dragon's nerve, nine inches long."

Ollivander handed it to Olga expectantly, she took it and waved it, and with a bang, the bottle on the table exploded.

Several people were shocked. The old man took back the wand and shook his head, then handed her another one: "That... maybe it's this one. It's apple wood, and the core is phoenix tail feathers. It's eight and a half inches."

As the sound of the collapse was heard, Ollivander quickly pulled out the wand: "No, no, it seems that today's guests are very picky... What about this one? Black walnut, unicorn hair, eight and a quarter long."

...

More and more wands were piled on the benches, and the furnishings in the shop were all askew.

Olga couldn't bear to continue, so she stopped the old man and said, "Please wait, sir. I don't think there is a wand here that I can use."

"Impossible. I have the most wands here. Every wizard can pick out his or her own wand in my shop."

Olga sighed, wondering if it was possible that she wasn't a wizard at all.

"I'm sorry to mess up your store, but I think these wands might be afraid of me. If I understand correctly, wands seem to be used as a medium so that magic can be used more accurately?"

Ollivander finally stopped looking for the wand and looked at Olga seriously: "Yes, but why do you think the wand is afraid of you?"

"You will know later, sir. So we only want a wand today. How much is it?"

"Seven Galleons." Odysseus paid the money, raised his hand and turned it casually, and the store returned to its original state.

Ollivander looked at him in surprise: "Silent and wandless magic?!"

The only people who responded to him were the backs of three people. It seemed that Hogwarts would be very lively this year.