HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

On the other side, in the Slytherin common room, Draco was still holding on to Olga tightly.

"What was that just now? Was it a ghost? It must be a ghost!" Draco was still in shock.

Olga wanted to pat the little platinum head to comfort him, but was discouraged by the hair gel. She pinched the pale face instead.

"It's not a ghost, don't be afraid, it's okay."

She couldn't just sell out Harry and Sirius, but she also didn't have the heart to deceive this coward who stood in front of her without hesitation even though he was scared to death.

The corners of Draco's eyes were still red, and he looked at Olga with a pitiful and cute look.

Perhaps Olga's cute spot was touched, she smiled gently and tried to divert Draco's attention.

"What did you want to tell me before?"

Draco pursed his lips. As the saying goes, the first effort is good, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

The time, place and atmosphere are all wrong now.

Why is he so unlucky? Every time he wants to confess his feelings, he is interrupted.

"Nothing." Draco said flatly.

Forget it this time, we’ll fight again next time.

Next time he would be better prepared and more romantic.

Perhaps at Malfoy Manor.

No one must disturb.

Olga knew it wasn't that simple, but she wasn't the type to ask questions, so she just pinched Draco's cheek, which was much thinner than in the past two years.

Hmm, I miss your chubby little face.

Cherish it and you will probably say goodbye to baby fat completely next year.

—

After Olga returned to the dormitory, she saw Diary-kun who had not appeared for a long time.

She was slightly stunned and gently placed the flowers Draco gave her on the table.

"Oh, are you on a date?" Riddle lay on Olga's bed with an inexplicable expression.

"You just randomly place the flowers given by the little boy? Don't you even find a vase to put them in?"

Olga turned to look at him, expressionless.

"You absorbed the Horcrux." She said with certainty.

Riddle's body stiffened, then he nodded pretending to be indifferent, but he was actually extremely nervous.

Who knows if this ancestor will get angry and kill him again.

Olga knew exactly what was going on in his mind and said nothing.

The room fell into silence, and Riddle finally fell down under Olga's cold eyes.

“…I was wrong.” He apologized through gritted teeth.

Olga still didn't say anything, but just held out her hand to him.

Riddle took a few deep breaths and took out the Ravenclaw diadem.

Olga looked at this exquisite little thing and nodded in understanding.

"It seems that your other Horcruxes are most likely to be flashy things like this."

Riddle agreed silently.

"Don't do it again. Otherwise--"

Olga curled her red lips and her eyes were cold.

"kill you."

Riddle clenched his fists, trying to drive away the anger in his heart.

What a fucking living ancestor.

Olga observed Riddle's condition. After fusing the Horcrux, his soul strength had reached the next level.

It’s probably not easy to absorb soul fragments, so it looks a little weak.

"How much memory has been restored?"

Riddle: "Not much, until after graduation."

Olga showed a look of disdain, with a look on her face that said "You are useless."

“…will recover more next time.”

"Ok?"

Riddle's fist hardened.

"If you are willing to let me merge next time, I can recover more memories."

Olga held back her laughter. It was really fun to play tricks on people.

"Have you figured out the next Horcrux?"

Riddle frowned when this was mentioned.

According to Olga's third brother, there should be another Horcrux in the school, but he couldn't figure it out, not to mention whether he would put all his eggs in one basket...

Is there no other suitable place to hide things in Hogwarts except the Room of Requirement?

"I have no idea about the remaining one in the school, but I roughly know where the other one is."

"where?"

"The Gaunt family."

—

The last Quidditch match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and it is also the decisive match to determine who will win the Quidditch Cup this year.

Olga had been annoyed by Draco's constant nagging since a few days ago.

By the time she arrived at the Quidditch pitch it was already full.

After hesitating for a few seconds between going back to the dormitory to sleep or sitting in the professor's seat, Olga resigned herself to her fate and went to the empty seat next to Snape.

She really didn't want to continue to be poisoned by Draco's magic voice.

After the players from both teams came on the court, they discovered Olga's position almost at the same time.

There was no other reason. Snape's cold air had such a wide range, and with the addition of a mobile ice machine, the area around the two of them was eerily quiet, making them seem out of place in the noisy audience.

It's hard not to find out.

The game officially began with Madam Hooch's whistle.

Amid the noise, Snape and Olga were watching Slytherin's performance with stern faces.

The score between the two teams was very close, but they were all aware of Harry's talent in finding the ball, and it would be dangerous if Slytherin did not take a big lead in the score.

Harry and Draco were both concentrating on finding the location of the Golden Snitch.

Draco's palms were sweating with nervousness. He had already lost to Potter once, and he couldn't lose again this time.

He clenched the Firebolt in his hand. It was a Christmas gift from Olga. He must win the competition riding this broom.

Harry's eyes occasionally met Draco's in the air, but they immediately turned their heads away in disgust.

Fred and George worked together to hit the Slytherin chaser again. After they high-fived to celebrate, Fred asked curiously:

"What happened to Zero? He doesn't seem to be in a good state today?"

George nodded in agreement. Including the last one, Zero had already missed two chances to score.

"He didn't look very well this morning."

The two brothers looked at each other worriedly, without taking time to think about it, they continued to concentrate on the game.

Ling has been feeling uneasy since he got up in the morning. He thought it was because of the nervousness of the finals, but the game was already halfway through and the nervousness not only did not subside, but became even more intense. By now, his back was covered in cold sweat.

The Slytherin team members also noticed that Zero was in poor condition, so Flint quickly adjusted his tactics, concentrating most of his firepower on Zero, causing him to make more mistakes.

Olga frowned slightly. Even someone like her who couldn't understand the game noticed that something was wrong with Zero.

Zero gritted his teeth and dodged the interference of the Slytherin Beater, but in the next second he bumped into the opponent's Chaser and the Quaffle in his arms was taken away.

The score gradually widened, and after Slytherin led by 70 points, Harry finally found the cunning Snitch.

Draco also saw the little thing at the same time, and the two rushed to a point only twenty inches above the ground at a very fast speed.

The cheers became louder, and everyone noticed the actions of the two Seekers and couldn't help but cheer for their own house.

At this moment, the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark, and the surrounding temperature gradually became cold and gloomy.

One, two, three…

Hundreds of Dementors flew towards the Quidditch field at an extremely fast speed, with a clear purpose, heading straight towards Olga.

Ling's eyes changed slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart was magnified to the extreme at this moment.

Without hesitation, he swung his broom and flew towards where the Dementors were gathering.

Your Highness...wait for me.