HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Theodore slowly raised his wand and pointed it at Millicent again, his tone flat.

"Tell me, where is the diary?"

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Millicent looked extremely miserable, with dishevelled hair and a dirty face.

Tears and snot flowed together, causing some students who had sympathized with her to silently look away.

"She lost the diary. She left it at the door of the bathroom on the third floor."

Cain also entered the lounge, still holding the diary in his hand.

Millicent didn't have time to cry, she screamed, "Why is it at your place!"

"Because... I just happened to run into him."

Cain smiled very innocently, but he actually followed him.

This person is really not smart. He obviously wanted to throw something away, but he acted so sneakily. Tsk tsk tsk.

Millicent tried to grab it, but Cain dodged it easily.

"Hey, classmate, don't get angry. This is not yours."

For the first time, Ginny found Cain's sarcasm cute.

Seeing this, Theodore put away his wand and was about to go to the dormitory, but was stopped by Cain.

"Um...you don't want it?"

He raised the diary in his hand.

"If you want, I can give it to you."

"No, I'll tell Olga that the stuff is with you."

Anyway, his purpose was just to find out whether Millicent had stolen the diary.

Cain: "Huh? You're not curious about what's written in your sister's diary?"

Theodore paused, then walked forward again, ignoring Cain.

Cain suddenly felt bored. It was really disappointing that he didn't jump into the pit he had dug.

He shook his head regretfully and walked slowly towards his dormitory.

Ginny's heart felt itchy, as if it had been scratched by a kitten.

She wants to see it! Why don’t you ask her?

I'm so curious about what Olga wrote in her diary. Will there be any sweet experiences with Zero? Hehehe.

The farce in the common room eventually reached Snape's ears.

It's Millicent again... this time it's Theodore again...

This little prince has so many flower-guarding messengers.

However, stealing can be a big deal or a small deal, and Theodore did violate school rules.

Forget it, just assume he doesn’t know.

Anyway, no one came to complain.

The next morning, Cain was waiting in the lounge.

When Olga came out, she saw Draco and Cain confronting each other with anger on their faces, while Theodore was watching coldly from the side.

She sighed imperceptibly and really wanted to turn around and go back.

"Olga!"

Draco quickly ran to Olga and looked at the remaining two people provocatively.

Cain didn't even bother to pay attention to him. At first he thought that this young master Malfoy was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, but it turned out that he was really stupid.

"elder sister…"

Cain said as he handed over the diary.

Olga was surprised for a moment and looked at Cain with scrutiny.

Cain understood the meaning in Olga's eyes and felt inexplicably aggrieved and lost.

"I didn't steal it, I just found it."

The tears in the past might have been fake, but this time the tears were 70% real.

Olga didn't suspect Cain of stealing the diary. This thing is inherently useless to vampires, and Cain wouldn't be idle enough to do such a thing.

"Millicent stole the diary and secretly threw it away yesterday. Cain found it."

Theodore added slowly.

Such a coincidence?

It was more like Cain picked it up.

Olga took the diary, flipped it open and glanced at it casually, not noticing that Draco's eyes were almost welded to the diary.

Huh? Why is it empty?

How disappointing.

Olga raised her hand to wipe away Cain's tears. Such a beautiful woman crying so quietly made people feel more lovable than usual.

"Don't cry, I know you didn't steal it."

Cain let Olga wipe his tears without saying anything.

"good."

Olga's tone was so gentle that Cain felt dazed for a moment, as if something in his heart was gently touched.

I felt that the emotion just now came out of nowhere.

"Well, everyone, go away. I'm going to the principal's office."

Olga said to the three little wizards who were surrounding her and watching the fun secretly.

When they arrived at the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was not there. Olga was too lazy to wait, so she just stroked Fawkes, who looked better than yesterday, and left.

—

Harry stayed at school again for Christmas this year, and even Draco Theodore chose to stay at school.

It is said that the Ministry of Magic has been very active recently, especially conducting many investigations on pure-blood families, so they simply let the children in the families stay in school to stay away from those disputes.

When Draco learned that Olga couldn't be with him during the Christmas holidays again, he was instantly furious.

"Whose house are you going to again, Weasley?"

Olga rubbed her ears that were disturbed by the noise.

"I'm not going to anyone's house. I have to go to Germany."

Draco felt a little better, but still felt awkward.

"Why go to Germany? Aren't the blood races in a place near Ireland?"

"Well... go do something serious. If you want to know, ask your father."

Draco pouted and acted mysterious again.

"So when will you be back? Can you come back before Christmas? I want to spend the holiday with you."

Olga chuckled. Draco's ability to change his expression was getting better and better.

"I don't celebrate Christmas."

She just wanted to tease him.

Draco stared at Olga with his beautiful gray-blue eyes, looking like an abandoned puppy.

Olga: "Don't act like a spoiled child."

Well, it was discovered.

"Then come back soon, I will miss you."

Draco took Olga's hand and shook it.

"it is good."

Olga touched the little platinum head.

—

After Dumbledore Apparated Olga to Nurmengard, Olga vomited violently.

No one told her that this spell was so dizzying.

Dumbledore patted Olga on the back apologetically.

"Are you okay, Olga?"

"Not so good. Please let me teleport you when we go back, okay?"

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and said, "Oh, of course. It's a good opportunity for me to experience the magic of the vampires."

After Olga recovered, she remembered to look around this prison that was tailor-made for someone.

"Go in?"

Olga looked at Dumbledore.

This shrewd principal seems a little abnormal today.

"Uh…oh, sure."

The lenses blocked his vision, and it was impossible to see the emotions in his eyes at the moment.