HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Seeing that Ling didn't move, Olga grabbed his hand directly and closed her eyes to feel it.

Invisibility cloak…library…the twins’ plan…bathroom…bathroom!

She snapped her eyes open. What did Myrtle mean?

What did Millicent do?

Olga thought of the diary. Only Slytherin had the chance to approach her dormitory. If it was Millicent...

If it was Millicent, everything would make sense.

Millicent liked Theodore, and Theodore spent most of his time with her except when he was alone, so it was reasonable for her to be jealous.

It also makes sense that he sneaked into her dormitory and was influenced by the soul in the diary to amplify his evil thoughts.

So...the incident with Mrs. Norris on Halloween was most likely done by Millicent.

Olga's mind was working so fast that she didn't have time to speak, but Zero thought Olga was angry.

He squeezed Olga's hand helplessly.

"Your Highness...I was wrong...Please don't be angry..."

Olga's attention then returned to Zero.

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched Ling's silver hair, which was very soothing.

"Sorry, I just thought of something else. Don't get me wrong, I just want to confirm whether you have been wronged or not. If not, that's good."

What does it have to do with her if Millicent is bullied? That person is not hers.

Zero lowered his head obediently and let Olga caress him, but he stopped when he heard that.

He felt a warmth flowing into his heart.

"Your Highness...are you hungry?"

Zero pulled Olga's hand down from her head, slowly approached Olga, and tilted his head slightly to reveal his neck, where Olga's teeth marks from last time were still left.

Olga thought of that night again and covered the boy's neck as if to hide something.

"Why, why is there still a mark? Was I so cruel?"

Zero would never say that he used a secret method to deliberately keep this mark. He just continued to get closer to her, with his hand on Olga's waist, as if he was holding her in his arms.

"It's ok."

"I, I'm not hungry yet. I'll come find you when I'm hungry."

Fred and George's blood would be enough to last for a while, and now she just wanted to figure out the diary.

A white light flashed in the palm of her hand, completely erasing all the traces that the boy had carefully preserved.

Olga nodded with satisfaction, completely unaware of what was happening.

Finally, he patted Ling's head to say goodbye and teleported back to the dormitory.

Ling just felt that his arms were suddenly empty and a little lost.

But he felt satisfied when he thought of Olga's concern for him.

As long as Your Highness is happy.

He said silently in his heart.

—

Lockhart completely gave up the idea of ​​trying to please the little vampire prince.

Just kidding, both times she embarrassed herself in front of everyone. As a wizard, she had to cut her losses in time.

Otherwise all the fans will disappear.

Fortunately, he is thick-skinned enough, and he can always smile calmly when faced with occasional questioning glances from others.

After all, he has been marketing for many years and still has some loyal fans.

Coming to Hogwarts to teach was just to add something nice to my resume.

I will withdraw after teaching for this year and then work hard to repair my damaged image.

—

During Potions class the next day, Olga seemed absent-minded.

She had been silently observing Millicent's performance. She looked very gloomy and seemed to be excluded by her roommates.

Theodore noticed Olga's inattention and was puzzled but wanted to laugh.

The kitten may not realize that he looks a little sneaky.

"Did Millicent piss you off?"

News of the confrontation between the three Gryffindors and Professor Snape yesterday had spread everywhere.

It can make those three people work together to bully others...

It could only be because of Olga.

"Uh-huh?"

Olga then realized what Theodore had just said.

“Are my actions obvious?”

"Well...it's okay, I just paid more attention to you."

Olga's eyes widened slightly. Well, she was speechless.

Theodore: "So what did she do?"

"I don't know either, but I suspect that she stole the diary."

Olga expressed her suspicions.

"But I have no evidence, so I'm thinking whether I should just ignore her privacy and use mind reading."

"But if I make a mistake, wouldn't it make me look...immoral?"

Olga was conflicted.

Theodore chuckled.

"give it to me."

At this time, Snape walked to the table and knocked on it.

"It seems that both of you are very confident in your work. If you can't make a perfect swelling potion... I don't think you will mind being detained, right?"

Olga and Theodore both lowered their heads to make the potion seriously.

I don't mind detention, but I do mind detention for old bats.

Snape glanced at Olga's pretty hands as she brewed the potion.

Suddenly I understood why she was unwilling to touch those disgusting things before.

These hands...are only suitable for doing harmless things.

Unfortunately, both of them were kept after class, so Theodore was unable to find Millicent in time.

As the two walked out of the cellar and headed towards the lounge, they spotted the little wizards who looked frightened.

Olga and Theodore looked at each other, something had happened again.

It's Justin.

He was petrified.

Also in trouble was Nearly Headless Nick, a transparent ghost that turned completely black.

Harry was immediately pushed to the forefront.

Because he was there again.

Ugh.

Olga sighed and looked at Theodore.

"Theo...Millicent, please help me."

After hearing this title, Theodore's expression became even gentler.

"I enjoy it." can help you.

Olga took Harry away in full view of everyone, as if to tell everyone her position.

"Do you also think I'm the heir of Slytherin?"

Harry was very nervous.

"you?"

Olga looked Harry up and down.

"The Heir of Slytherin is in Gryffindor?"

Ridiculous.

She took Harry to Dumbledore's office.

"But the Sorting Hat actually wanted to put me in Slytherin...I insisted on going to Gryffindor."

Harry finally said what he had been holding back in front of Olga.

"So? You don't think the Sorting Hat will listen to you? It seems like you really haven't read A History of Hogwarts at all."

Olga was a little disgusted.

"Since you were sorted into Gryffindor in the end, it means you have the qualities of a Lion's House. As for the heir——"

"I don't think the Sorting Hat can even tell if you're a descendant of Salazar."

Something important that had been weighing on Harry's mind suddenly became clear, and he looked at Olga with gratitude.

"Thank you, Olga."

Are you okay? This sudden thank you is really inexplicable.

Olga wanted him to go to Madam Pomfrey to have his head checked.

"Chilled lemon juice."

I really don't understand Dumbledore's bad taste in setting passwords.