HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Olga did not go back to school directly after leaving the Shrieking Shack. She had to find Draco, lest the young master get angry again and say that she disliked him.

She walked slowly towards the Three Broomsticks, enjoying the quiet time alone.

Unexpectedly, I met Cedric and his group.

Amid the noise of others, Cedric walked towards Olga helplessly.

"Don't mind them, they always like to joke around," Cedric explained shyly.

Olga glanced at the people who were staring at them, and when they met her gaze, they quickly looked away, pretending to appreciate the scenery elsewhere.

"It's okay." Olga has become accustomed to these startled little wizards.

"I'm sorry about what happened before. I'm responsible for getting you into trouble." Cedric stared at Olga, his eyes full of guilt.

It took Olga a moment to realize what he was talking about.

"Hmm, are you mistaken? It doesn't seem like I'm the one fighting with others."

Cedric was slightly stunned when he heard this, a smile colored his eyes, and he chuckled.

The deep laughter sounded pleasant to Olga's ears.

"I was the one who was fighting with others, but you were the center of the conversation. And it was because I let others say such... bad things about you." Cedric didn't say any dirty words in the end.

The thin girl in a white woolen coat stood in the snow, so clean and pure that people could not bear to let her be stained by any dirt.

Olga tilted her head and looked at Cedric, as if she was puzzled as to why he had such an idea.

Under Olga's gaze, Cedric's face gradually turned red, and he was a little afraid to look into the girl's eyes.

The tall, sunny and handsome boy with a blushing face... is quite cute in contrast.

Olga admired it for a while before speaking calmly.

"I understand, good sir."

After hearing Olga's name, Cedric's face turned even redder, and he suspected that his ears were about to burn.

"I accept the apology, and I also thank you for your protection."

The girl's calm voice made Cedric's apology fade away a lot.

"But there's really no need for you to feel upset about other people's mistakes." Cedric was stunned.

Under the gaze of Olga's eyes like black grapes, he felt for a moment that he had nowhere to hide.

"Don't let the behavior of idiots affect your mood, Mr. Good Man. Maybe you can try to be a little selfish. After all, you are also a victim of rumors."

Cedric stood there in a daze for a long time, until Olga's back was about to disappear around the corner of the street, then he woke up from a dream and quickly chased after her.

"Olga, thank you." Cedric thanked sincerely.

All along, he seemed to unconsciously consider others more, and sometimes even ignored his true feelings.

Over time, he became what people called a "good guy".

He didn't like this title at first, always feeling that it was a mockery from people who disliked him.

But hearing the same name from Olga today gave him a completely different feeling.

Perhaps it was because the girl's tone was too flat and emotionless, which made him feel that Olga was just stating a fact.

Plus…

Let him be selfish.

This was something he had never heard before.

Everyone likes his thoughtfulness and generosity, including his parents.

I remember that every time my father mentioned him to his colleagues, his face was full of pride: good grades, good looks, and good personality.

But is it true that he has never had a time when he was mentally unbalanced?

Of course I did.

He is not a saint.

When you give your favorite toy to the kid of your father's friend who is visiting; when you give up your first choice to cater to the preferences of others; when you do your best to solve the difficulties for others but don't get a word of thanks...

Cedric also suspected that his personality actually had its drawbacks.

But he got used to it.

Used to giving.

But being accustomed to it doesn't mean he likes it.

Or maybe it could be said that I once enjoyed the popularity, but now I am a little tired of it.

Maybe he could try to change and be more decisive.

"Apologizing and thanking each other, is Mr. Nice Guy going to turn into Mr. Contradictory?" Olga replied nonchalantly.

Cedric followed Olga, keeping a polite and measured distance, and touched his nose when he heard the words.

"The apology is real, and the thanks are also real. The two are not contradictory, right?"

Olga glanced at him in surprise, as if she didn't expect Cedric to refute.

"Well, you're right. So I accept it. Then why are you following me?"

Cedric smiled shyly: "I see you are all alone, a vampire, so I'll give you a ride."

Olga: ...

"I actually--" Olga was about to decline when she heard a familiar, annoyed voice.

"Olga!"

Draco was so angry that his face turned red. He thought Olga didn't like crowded places, so he went out to wait. As a result, he saw this so-called "school hunk" following Olga.

He quickly moved to Olga's side and held the girl's cold little hand tightly.

He shivered from the cold and quickly put his hands into his pockets.

"Aren't you afraid that your hands will freeze..." Draco muttered softly, then raised his head and looked at Cedric with contempt (commonly known as looking down on people with one's nose).

If you don’t have enough height, make up for it with your eyes.

Olga was no longer surprised by Draco's insistence on warming her hands.

She continued what Draco had just interrupted: "As you can see, not 'alone'."

Draco was wearing a long black coat today. Cedric looked at the intimacy between the two men, one in black and one in white, and mistakenly thought that they were on a date. A feeling of regret flashed through his mind, but it quickly disappeared.

He smiled gently and said, "It seems that I have disturbed you. I will go to find my friend first. See you next time."

Before turning around and leaving, he said thank you to Olga again.

Draco sneered triumphantly at Cedric's back, then turned to Olga with a skilled expression.

"Why is he thanking you? When did you two become so familiar with each other?" His tone was aggrieved and his expression was pitiful.

"Children should stay out of the way of adults' affairs." Olga repeated the familiar words.

Draco:…

He is not small anymore! He is taller than Olga!

But he didn't dare say this, for fear that Olga would go back to school in anger.

He took Olga's hand and walked towards a less crowded place. Olga looked at the Screaming Shack not far away with a helpless expression.

After going around in circles, I'm back to the starting point.

Draco produced a bouquet of red roses from somewhere and handed it to Olga, with a slight blush on her pale little face.

Although Olga was puzzled, she still took the flowers with her free hand.

The red rose reminded her of Hill. She wondered if the little guy was bored and was bothering Marcie.

Draco felt his heart was beating at a very fast rate.

He was dressed very formally today and combed his hair meticulously back using hair wax, which he hadn't used for a long time.

"Olga... I, I have something to tell you."