HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Snape listened to Olga chattering in his ear. It was the first time he realized that this little princess could be so noisy.

It actually made him feel a little childish?

It must be his imagination.

Snape made the thing above his head disappear without saying a word, and as expected, he saw the disappointment on Olga's face.

"It won't happen again."

Olga was ready to face Snape's torrential rain of venom, but she didn't expect to receive only a bland response.

"Next time you dare to tease your Headmaster...I will deduct points mercilessly even if you are a Slytherin."

Olga shrugged. Well, the kindness just now must have been her illusion.

Everyone was amazed at Olga's rare liveliness, but at the same time shocked that Snape did not pursue the matter.

So even the most difficult old bat has a special preference for Olga.

Olga noticed that Harry and the others were not in high spirits, as evidenced by the fact that even Snape's previous scene failed to make them laugh.

Well... it's normal that Lockhart is not here. Even a fool knows that he will continue to publicize his great achievements during the holidays.

But Dumbledore wasn't there either... and that big guy Hagrid wasn't there either...

There is a high probability that something happened.

—

Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic because the Chamber of Secrets was opened.

Olga learned from Harry that the Chamber of Secrets was opened by Hagrid fifty years ago.

"Are you sure? Can't only the Heir of Slytherin open the Chamber of Secrets? Hagrid used to be a Gryffindor, right?"

Olga found it incredible.

"We also thought it couldn't be Hagrid, but I saw it with my own eyes in Riddle's memory."

Harry was a little depressed.

"Who?" Olga thought she had heard it wrong.

Harry: "Tom Riddle."

"Where did you see his memory?" Olga's face didn't look good.

Harry was frightened by Olga's sudden seriousness and stammered, "A black, black diary."

Olga: Where are you from?

Harry: “I don’t know.”

"Don't know?" Olga's tone was not very good.

"Just, it just appeared on the desk in my dormitory..." Harry explained hurriedly.

Olga was silent, and the four of them didn't dare to speak after seeing her expression.

"Do you know who Tom Riddle is?"

Olga asked after a while.

"Looks like a former Slytherin prefect," said Harry.

Olga sneered: "That's right, after all, Voldemort was also an excellent wizard when he was young."

"Voldemort?!" the four people said in shock at the same time, and then hurriedly covered their mouths.

"Tom Riddle is Voldemort?"

Hermione was the quickest to react.

"Yes, Dumbledore told me. I clearly left the diary in his office before, so how did it appear in your place?"

This is what Olga can't understand the most.

Or maybe it was stolen by someone who broke into the principal's office...

Or maybe the soul in the diary has become stronger.

"Professor Dumbledore has been dismissed."

Harry dropped another bombshell.

"What?!" Olga was shocked again.

"Removed from the position of Headmaster by Malfoy and all the directors."

Ron said as he observed Olga's reaction, planning to hide behind Zero if she became unhappy at all.

……

This is consistent with Lucius' usual practice.

Olga sighed slightly. It seemed that Dumbledore would not show up for the time being. She didn't know where he had gone or whether he would go to his old lover.

"Then give me the diary."

"It's gone again," said Harry dejectedly.

"..."

What use is there for you, Olga thought to herself.

"Then there are more uncontrollable factors now. Promise me that you won't commit suicide, okay?"

Olga reminded him again before leaving.

Harry agreed, a little shyly.

"Especially Hermione and Zero, given your identities... the basilisk may not be very friendly to you." Olga said tactfully.

After thinking about it, she placed another restriction on Hermione.

"This will make me feel more at ease. You can continue to investigate whatever you want, but don't act alone, and--"

She looked at Harry and said, "You should all know who his ultimate target is."

—

When the new semester started, many students were upset that Dumbledore was not in school.

In order to ease everyone's tension (mainly to show off himself), Lockhart threatened to let everyone have a different Valentine's Day, so as to encourage people.

It would be a lie for young boys and girls to say they have no expectations for Valentine's Day, but...

Can someone tell them what's going on with all these pink flowers on the wall?

There were even a lot of heart-shaped confetti of different colors falling from the sky in the auditorium.

Lockhart stood at the teachers' table in a pink robe, and when everyone was present, he motioned for everyone to listen to him.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! So far, forty-six people have sent me cards, and I want to thank them all. Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this surprise for everyone, but there's more!"

He clapped his hands, and into the hall walked twelve gloomy-looking dwarfs with golden wings on their backs and harps on their backs.

Isn't this playing the god of love?

Olga had just come up with this thought when she heard Lockhart continue his speech.

"Little wizards who are embarrassed to hand over love letters in person, look here! These little cupids will be wandering around the school today to provide you with delivery services!"

……

Olga didn't want to listen to the rest of the nonsense. It seemed like Lockhart was seriously ill.

But when she was stopped for the tenth time, she could no longer bear it.

These dwarfs would rush into the classroom at any time and place, even when teachers were teaching, and read out the contents of the greeting cards loudly.

"Shut up!"

Olga exerted her pressure while speaking out to stop him. Not only did the dwarf shut up, but Professor Flitwick also didn't dare to speak.

The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"If you don't want to die, please tell your remaining eleven companions not to come within ten steps of me before the end of today, otherwise -"

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the shivering dwarf - the harp behind him, and with a bang, the harp exploded into pieces.

"You know."

The dwarfs stumbled out. They must be crazy to listen to Lockhart's instructions!

"Please continue with your class, Professor. No one will interrupt you from now on."

Olga smiled at Professor Flitwick on the podium, as if she didn't notice that Professor Flitwick was secretly wiping the cold sweat from his head.

"Oh, thank you so much Miss Olga, ten points to Slytherin!"

Extra points for safety.

Draco's eyes almost popped out when he looked at Olga. She was so handsome!

But...he didn't dare send out the greeting card.