HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

The next morning, Olga stood at the door of the Slytherin common room, feeling a little lost. She seemed to have forgotten that she didn't have a map of the castle, and there was only half an hour left before the first Transfiguration class of the new semester.

To be honest, she should just go back to sleep. Professor McGonagall probably wouldn't blame her, right?

"Hey! Fred, look who we've got?" One of the red-haired boys seen at the opening party suddenly appeared in front of Olga.

"Oh! George! It's a lone little snake!" A voice came from behind her.

“Or that special one at the dinner party”

"Your Excellency," the two said one after another in tacit understanding.

"Mysterious"

'Curious'

"Little vampire princess!" they shouted in unison at last.

"It's the Crown Prince, thank you." Olga corrected seriously. The little princess sounded too weak.

"Wow, Crown Prince."

"The future king of the blood clan!"

"This is really"

"So handsome!"

Olga was dizzy from the conversation between Fred and George. She turned and walked towards the stairs, with the two following her closely on her left and right.

"Wait, if I remember correctly, George, this doesn't seem to be the direction to the Transfiguration classroom."

"I prove you're not mistaken, Fred. It seems that our Princess doesn't know the way to class."

The two communicated without any hindrance through Olga's head.

"Yes, Crown Prince. Thank you." Olga emphasized again, "So which way should I go to the Transfiguration classroom, gentlemen?"

She stopped and took a few steps back so that she could see their faces clearly. They were so tall that she didn't want to look up at each other, which must be very tiring.

"The Lost Little Snake Princess"

“It’s needed most at this time”

"Knight's help!"

Watching two identical faces singing in unison up close was a very new feeling for Olga, and she didn't hate the boys in front of her.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Olga asked sincerely. After what happened last night, she should be the "most dangerous person in Hogwarts" in everyone's mind.

"Merlin, George, are you afraid of such a lovely lady?" The boy on the left looked at the boy on the right exaggeratedly.

"Of course not! Fred, but..."

The boy on the right looked back to the left in a serious manner. The two of them seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to look at Olga and said in unison: "It seems we forgot to introduce ourselves."

"I'm Fred Weasley." The boy on the left spoke first.

"And George Weasley." The boy on the right followed closely and looked at Olga expectantly.

"Uh..." Perhaps only Olga at this moment could understand the pressure of being stared at by two large creatures.

"I'm Olga." She hesitantly extended her hand to George, "Would you like to shake hands?"

There was a hint of surprise in George's eyes. The girl's eyes were flustered, but she pretended to be calm. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. How could she be so cute!

He quickly grasped the tender little white hand and waved it symbolically a few times, without letting go, and pulled her forward.

"Nice to meet you, little snake princess. Now we should go to your classroom. You don't want to be late for your first class, right?"

Hmm, are all girls' hands so soft? George pinched them secretly when Olga wasn't noticing. Hmm, it felt good, but a little too cold.

Fred, who was ignored, was not to be outdone. He quickly followed and hugged Olga's shoulders: "Aren't you curious about how we knew you were going to take the Transfiguration class?"

"Mr. Weasley, if I remember correctly, Ron and I came to school in the same carriage."

Olga breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her control over her strength had improved a lot. This time, she was able to touch both of them without any problems.

Then you won't have to worry too much about coming into contact with humans other than Zero, but just to be safe, you should try a few more times.

"Oh, so that's how it is! Little Ronnie is really lucky." Fred curled his lips, "He is both the savior and the crown prince of the vampire clan."

George thought of something and leaned over to ask Olga: "Did you not eat...drink breakfast? Don't pay attention to those little wizards, they can only talk. At worst, you can come with us. Fred and I are willing to do so."

Fred nodded in agreement, "Come on, vampire, that's so cool!"

Olga was a little surprised and said uncomfortably, "Oh, I don't care about that. Human food is useless to us, and our need for blood is not as great as you think, so there is no standard for three meals a day. Albus... Professor Dumbledore said that because of my brothers' arrangement. They think... um... in human terms, it means, drink more and supplement nutrition? It's about the same."

After thinking about it, I added,

"Don't worry. We don't suck human blood casually like those low-level vampires. Our clan has enough blood reserves, and pure bloods are more picky about blood. I only have one blood slave so far."

"What about me? Uh... Fred and I, from what you said yesterday, we can smell blood. Does our blood smell bad to you, too?"

George suddenly spoke up, and Fred glanced at his brother in surprise, but then looked at Olga with interest.

"No, you guys…smell good."

Olga was a little embarrassed to say it. It was more than good. Apart from Zero, she had never smelled anything so pleasing to her taste.

George's eyes lit up, and he was about to continue, but Fred beat him to it: "Really?! Do we both smell the same?"

"How is that possible? Every person is unique, and so is their blood."

"Then can you tell us apart?" George asked tentatively.

"easy."

Fred felt a little uncomfortable; he didn't want anyone, not even his mother, to be able to tell them apart.

George smirked: "Who of us smells better?"

"It depends on personal preference..."

Olga felt that the topic was becoming increasingly strange.

"Which one do you like?" George stopped and moved closer to Olga's face.

Olga was startled, but she pretended to be calm and said, "It's hard to say. I haven't tasted it, but it's probably the same."

"Are you hungry now? Do you want to try it?" George came closer. "I can give you a taste for free."

Fred also joined in the fun: "Me too! Arm? Or neck? Remember to tell us whose blood tastes better after you taste it!"

This damn desire to win.

Olga swallowed unconsciously. Did these two people have something wrong with their brains? This was the first time she saw humans rushing to give her blood.

The key point is that she is actually a little moved? How can this be possible!

Treating classmates as food on the first day of school, is she crazy or are they crazy?

Thinking of this, I refused righteously: "No, thank you."

"You're welcome, we're here voluntarily." The two faces in front of her winked at her, as if inviting her.

"Really! Besides, I'm going to be late for class!"

"Okay... Then feel free to come find us when you're hungry."

George finally let her go and continued to lead her forward, asking nonchalantly, "What is a blood slave?"

"It is the blood bank of a certain vampire clan. Other vampire clans do not have the right to use it. For example, my blood slaves can only belong to me."

"It sounds tempting, is it a human?" the curious baby continued to ask.

"Not necessarily. It can be any creature, as long as the blood suits your taste."

"Then how would other vampires know who the blood slave belongs to? What if they accidentally make a mistake——"

"Impossible," Olga interrupted. "Blood slaves will sign a contract with their masters. There is a special connection between the two. The blood slaves will also have the marks and scent of their masters, so there is no way they can make a mistake, unless it is a malicious provocation."

"Cool! George, do you think Mom would mind if we became blood slaves?" Fred asked in a lively tone.

"I don't think so, Fred, but you should consult the lady in front of you on this matter." George squeezed Olga's hand again, "Do you mind having two more blood slaves, Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

Olga thought she was crazy: "Stop joking, gentlemen, this is not funny."

"We couldn't be more sincere!" they both said at the same time in tacit understanding.

"Shut up, you two lunatics."

Fred and George laughed loudly, and they had already walked to the door of the Transfiguration classroom.

Fred took out a few candies from his pocket and handed them to Olga: "Although I know you are not hungry, since you don't want to enjoy us, why not eat a few candies?"

"I just said that human food is useless to us," Olga shrugged. Perhaps she couldn't bear to refuse again, so she took the candy from Fred's hand, peeled one at random and threw it into her mouth. "It tastes like chewing wax. But thank you anyway."

George didn't even have time to stop her. He waited a few seconds to see that Olga didn't react before speaking: "No reaction? Did you give her normal candy?"

Fred picked up another candy and threw it into his mouth: "That's impossible. I remember that I brought Fat Tongue Toffees today."

As soon as he finished speaking, his tongue quickly swelled and grew larger, gradually turning purple-red.

He couldn't even speak, and could only look at them with wide eyes for help.

Olga was finally amused by this scene.

George and Fred were stunned for a moment. It turned out that people's eyes could really be filled with stars.

The two of them also smiled unconsciously under the influence of her smile. George said, "Little Snake, you should smile more often."

Fred nodded desperately to replace his speechless mouth.

Olga laughed even more happily. She hadn't laughed so freely in a long time. Although these two people were a little out of tune, they really made people happy.

"Okay, gentlemen, thank you for taking me to the classroom. I have to go in now."

Olga put away her smile and walked towards the classroom. Suddenly she turned back and added, "Your tricks don't work on me either."

The moment she turned around, she raised her hand and waved gracefully.

"Thank you."

Fred felt his tongue return to normal, and said to George in surprise, "Hey, brother, I'm fine! We don't have to be scolded by Madam Pomfrey anymore! The little snake's trick is much more powerful than those unpalatable potions!"

"Yes, that's right. She's a real surprise." George watched Olga walk into the classroom and nudged Fred's shoulder. "Let's go, brother."

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After Olga walked into the classroom, she found that most people had arrived. The positions of Slytherin and Gryffindor were clearly separated, and they seemed to dislike each other. It seemed that the relationship between the houses was quite tense.

When everyone noticed her, they quickly lowered their heads and pretended to study very hard. Draco in the first row seemed quite excited, and his little platinum head looked at her expectantly, but she didn't want to sit in the front and receive the attention of the whole class.

Olga walked over to the Slytherin side and sat down next to a black-haired boy in the last row.

She sniffed it gently. Hmm, why does this smell pretty good? Could it be that she just prefers wizard blood?

Olga glanced sideways at the boy on her left, showing no fear or dissatisfaction with her position, but just concentrating on the textbook in her hands.

As if he sensed the gaze from the side, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Olga. Those were a pair of blue eyes as deep as the sea, and at this moment, calm.

After making eye contact with Olga, he simply nodded politely and then immersed himself in his own world again.

She didn't know what kind of waves these beautiful eyes caused. Olga suddenly thought with some evil humor that she must have been influenced by the twins.

Zero saw the whole process, including the way Olga observed the boy and the two of them staring at each other. His eyes darkened, and he felt that this scene was inexplicably dazzling.

Olga sensed something and found Zero in the middle of Gryffindor. The latter was slightly surprised, but immediately smiled at her. Olga shook her head imperceptibly and looked away.

Zero's smile froze and he lowered his head bitterly.

"Study hard and I'll find you."

Zero suddenly raised his head and looked at Olga eagerly. She didn't look at him, but her hands on the table were tapping gently in the familiar gesture. She was still his highness.

Hermione was keenly aware of the undercurrent between the two and seemed to be thinking about something.

At this time, Harry and Ron finally arrived, ran into the classroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't come, otherwise she would have looked very bad." Ron had just finished speaking when the cat on the desk jumped down and turned into Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, this is really a brilliant move." Ron exclaimed sincerely.

"Thank you for your comments, Mr. Weasley. But I think I should perhaps turn you and Mr. Potter into a pocket watch, so that you won't be late," said Professor McGonagall sternly.

"We're lost," said Harry bitterly.

"Then it will become a map." Professor McGonagall did not accept their explanation, but did not continue to embarrass them. After letting them sit down, she began to explain the content of today's class.

She gave each person a match and asked them to try to turn the match into a needle in this class.

Olga took out the magic wand with some shame. Odysseus had not told her that this magic wand was so conspicuous!

She could tolerate the whole thing being white, she could tolerate the huge crystal clear gem inlaid on the top, and she could tolerate the delicate silver reliefs on the staff, but!

What does it mean that it emits dazzling light all the time?

Afraid that others don’t know that it is a holy, noble, and great spiritual staff!

Who would have thought that a vampire would use such a sacred staff? It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing for the vampires.

Luckily she was sitting in the last row...

"Look, what's that wand?"

Following a surprised shout from a boy from Gryffindor, everyone's eyes were focused on Olga. For a moment, she just wanted to throw away the embarrassing thing in her hand.

"Mr. Thomas, please don't make noise in class." Professor McGonagall was a little angry and looked at Olga with a little apology.

"Professor, is this true?" Hermione suddenly spoke up to divert everyone's attention. She could see that Olga seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, that's great, Miss Granger, five points to Gryffindor."

There was a slight change in Hermione's match, and Professor McGonagall appreciated the way she took the initiative to help Olga out.

Finally, I don’t have to be treated like a monkey anymore. Satan bless the girl who spoke up.

Olga breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a chuckle beside her. She turned her head stiffly to look at the black-haired boy. The blue ocean was now filled with smiles.