HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

"You seem to not want everyone to pay attention to you?" the boy took the initiative to speak.

"Would you like being looked at like an animal, sir?"

Olga replied bluntly that it was not appropriate for her to go out today, and she should have chosen to go back to the dormitory and sleep from the beginning.

The blood clan's crown prince seemed different from what he had imagined. He thought that he had exposed her suppressed embarrassment and that she would be furious, but he didn't expect that he would only get a bland question in return.

It's a bit like a domestic kitten, which won't attack people even if it's so angry that its fur stands on end.

As the heir of the blood clan, this young lady's temper is a little too gentle.

So at yesterday's opening ceremony, he must have been really annoyed by the sudden excessive attention and tried to pretend to be difficult to deal with in order to scare everyone away.

Thinking of this, the boy's smile widened a little: "You're right, this feeling is terrible."

Olga's expression improved a little, and she pretended to be serious and tried to make excuses for herself: "These little wizards are so rude. I will never allow such jumpy behavior in my clan. It's too unstable."

It's more like a kitten, and can be coaxed by stroking its fur.

The boy became more certain of his thoughts: "Yes, I also don't like staying with them to have ineffective communication and meaningless behaviors. It is tantamount to wasting my life."

Olga felt relieved and looked at him appreciatively: "I think what you said makes sense, but vampires have eternal life, so I don't really understand what it feels like to waste life."

The boy's eyes flickered. Eternal life? Isn't this the great goal that person has always wanted to achieve?

"The life span of a wizard is limited. It is already longer than that of a human, but the average life span is only about 200 years. In a limited life, of course, one should do something meaningful."

"Only two hundred years? I thought wizards could live at least six or seven hundred years. I completely understand your choice and I fully support it."

"It is an honor to have your understanding and support, Your Highness the Crown Prince. My name is Theodore Nott."

"I'm Olga, just call me by my first name. Nice to meet you."

Olga stretched out her hand skillfully, taking this opportunity to try again whether she could have normal contact with humans.

Theodore looked at the little hand in front of him and his mind went blank for a moment. He just followed his instinct and held that hand. This Crown Prince... no, it's Olga, who is really... interesting.

"I'm also...very happy to meet you," Theodore said sincerely.

In order not to attract attention again, Olga ignored the content of the Transfiguration class.

But it was not until the end of the get out of class that she realized that no one in Slytherin had succeeded. Was this the so-called pure-blood school? Didn't that mean Gryffindor had taken a five-point lead in this class for nothing?

Olga absolutely cannot stand losing to others, including her own academy.

She raised the wand that made her extremely embarrassed and waved it gently. After the light was shone, the match undoubtedly turned into a perfect silver needle, and it was even engraved with the same pattern as the wand.

"Five points to Slytherin! Miss Olga, your Transfiguration spell was perfect."

Professor McGonagall praised generously.

"Then, those who have not made any changes to the matches, please turn in a two-page paper before the start of the next class."

—

The next Defense Against the Dark Arts class was what Olga was looking forward to the most, but what happened!

Professor Quirrell, who she found very interesting,

Actually,

Full of

Garlic flavor!

He didn't really think garlic would work against vampires, did he? Oh, maybe it could, because it was practically suffocating her!

Olga approached Theodore silently. The latter looked at Miss Cat who was almost sticking to him and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Satan, I've never wished I could lose my sense of smell so much! Can't you smell garlic all over the house?" The kitten got angry again.

"So...can I help you with anything?"

"Let me smell your blood, thank you."

Even though Theodore was smart, he didn't expect to hear such a request. After realizing it, he nodded and said, "Okay, how much do you need?"

He cut his wrist.

Olga didn't expect the boy to be so decisive. She was really intimidated and her reaction was slow.

He hurriedly covered Theodore's wrist, which was bleeding: "You, you don't feel any pain!"

Theodore looked at the panicked kitten in front of him calmly: "Don't you want to smell it?"

"I, I didn't mean to be so... rough. Just move a little closer." She muttered, "It's my fault that I wasn't clear-headed and didn't explain clearly."

The boy's slender but not weak wrist was still bleeding, and the blood slowly exuded an alluring fragrance. Olga's eyes flashed a trace of red light, and she murmured like she was bewitched: "It can't be wasted."

The girl's red lips slowly approached the wound, and Theodore felt a hint of coolness. His heart seemed to skip a beat, as if a feather gently brushed across his heart.

Olga finally tasted the blood she desired. Hmm... The scent of Theodore's blood was very much in line with his temperament, like cedar in winter. The fresh plant scent calmed Olga's depression.

Theodore's ears turned a little red. Why would this kitten lick people?

Olga raised her head and looked at her healed wrist with satisfaction: "Okay, don't hurt yourself next time."

"No one can resist a kitten," Theodore said softly.

Olga didn't hear clearly, but she didn't ask any further questions because Professor Quirrell noticed their behavior just now.

"Oh, Miss Olga, you, you shouldn't, he, he is your, your classmate, how, can, you, suck, his blood!"

He seemed very afraid of her and spoke the whole sentence in a halting manner. There were gasps in the classroom, but no one dared to speak at this time.

Zero clenched his fist unconsciously, Your Highness...

Draco was even more incredulous. What?! How could it be that Nott?

Isn't he disgusting?

How could the noble Malfoy lose to Nott?

Olga looked at Professor Quirrell with a half-smile. Theodore said, "You may be mistaken, Professor. I am injured. Olga is just helping me."

While raising his smooth wrist,

"Look, my wound has healed."

"Oh... So that's the case, but Mr. Nott, next time you get hurt, you should go to Madam Pomfrey in time—"

"Are you questioning my abilities, Professor?"

Olga suddenly interrupted him. She was really fed up with this man who smelled of garlic. She vaguely felt that the anger that had just been suppressed by Theodore's blood began to burn again.

"If it weren't for the damn garlic smell on you, your dear student wouldn't be hurt. Or do you want to lift up your ridiculous head cover for everyone to see?"

She didn't want to interfere too much in the affairs of the wizarding world. Since Albus chose to let her protect the savior, she would not meddle in other people's business.

But this Qi Luo kept challenging her bottom line on the first day of class.

"Garlic smell, are you really too afraid of vampires, or are you trying to hide some secret? If it's the former, I can understand that you are provoking me?"

Professor Quirrell didn't expect things to turn out like this. He just wanted to help his master test the attitude of the vampire crown prince, but he messed it up instead: "How, how could it be? I, I didn't--"

Olga didn't have the patience to wait for his stammering explanation, so she stood up and walked out: "Take care of yourself, professor."

—

News of what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread wildly throughout Hogwarts.

In the following days, Olga received even more secret glances. If she was not mistaken, some of the glances seemed to be mixed with admiration?

She didn't understand but was greatly shocked. Fortunately, the surroundings were quieter, which was good.

Charms and Transfiguration were fairly interesting, Herbology and Astronomy were marginally useful, and History of Magic...if she hadn't wanted to better understand the wizarding world so that she could find a suitable wizard, she swore she would have given it up just like she had given up Defense Against the Dark Arts!

I don't know when Albus will be able to find a suitable person for her. Then the next step is...

In Potions class, Olga sat in the last row as usual, and Theodore was still her deskmate.

"You are not allowed to wave wands and chant spells randomly in my class."

As the classroom door slammed open, Professor Snape passed by Olga like a gust of wind. She looked at his robes flying behind him. This dean was very suitable for a vampire, and he looked like a bat.

"Mr. Potter, I assume you have mastered the supernatural power, so please tell me, what will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood stem liquid?"

Harry shook his head and Hermione raised her hands excitedly.

"Don't know? Then let's try another question. If I want bezoar, where can I find it?"

Hermione still had her hands raised high, and Harry still didn't know.

"Then what is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum damicornis?"

Hermione raised her hands to the ceiling. Harry said, "I don't know, sir, but I think Hermione knows the answer. Why don't you ask her?"

"Put your hands down!" Snape glared at Hermione, then stared into Harry's eyes, "Let me tell you, Narcissus root powder plus wormwood stem fluid will produce the water of life and death, bezoars should be found in the stomach of the cow, and there is no difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum chamaejasme. Remember? So why don't you write these down?"

The little wizards quickly picked up their quills to take notes.

"Potter, Gryffindor will lose one point for talking back to the teacher."

Snape looked away after he finished speaking, paused when he passed Olga, and looked away again.

The content of this Potions class was that two people worked in groups to make scabies potion. Olga stared at the slug on the table in disbelief.

"Don't tell me potions are made from this disgusting stuff."

Then she would never touch any potions while at Hogwarts!

Just as Zero was about to hand the slug he had processed to Olga, he saw that Nott had already silently started cutting up the sticky stuff.

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the disappointment in his eyes.

"You're such a warrior, Theodore."

As if she couldn't bear to watch Theodore's beautiful hands dealing with the slug, Olga quickly turned her attention to the potion in the crucible and pretended to study it seriously.

Theodore caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a look of indulgence.

When the get out of class was about to end, something unexpected happened. There was a loud hissing sound coming from the Gryffindor side. When Olga heard the explosion, she only had time to pull Theodore behind her. When the potion in the pot was about to splash on them, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The classmates around Neville all suffered. Holes were burned in their robes, and in serious cases their bodies were covered with red and swollen scabies. Neville screamed in pain.

"Idiot! You must have added the porcupine quills before you took the pot off the fire!" Snape roared angrily, waving his wand to clean up the potion on the ground, "Send him to the ward."

"Potter! You clearly had the opportunity to stop your classmates from joining the porcupine quills. Five points from Gryffindor!"

After finding fault with Harry, he turned and looked in the direction of Slytherin.

"Five points from Slytherin for helping your classmates, Miss Olga. Also, please stay after class. Your poor old professor has something he wants to ask you."

Olga nodded indifferently, and Theodore leaned close to her ear and said, "Thank you."

"It's my duty. This class is all thanks to you." The two of them completed the potion smoothly, of course it was mainly thanks to Theodore. The most she did was stir the potion a few times with disdain under Theodore's command.

—

After class, Olga didn't move from her seat. When Zero passed by her, she raised her hand and gently slid his robe as if she didn't care. Zero just slowed down his pace for a moment and walked out of the classroom with Harry and Ron.

Olga and Snape were soon the only ones left in the cellar, and neither of them spoke.

Just when Olga was bored, a deep voice sounded: "Ms. Olga, are you dissatisfied with my Potions class?"

Olga was surprised.

Olga was puzzled.

Olga was shocked!

She thought Snape was looking for her about something in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Of course not, professor. On the contrary, I admire your teaching philosophy."

"Oh? Then why did you have to let Mr. Nott do it in today's class?"

He had noticed long ago that their potion was perfect, but that was all thanks to that Nott, and the lady in front of him had watched almost the entire process.

"Or do you want to give up Potions class too?"

"No way, I clearly helped him." Olga argued.

"If I understand correctly, Miss Olga seems to think that twirling the stirring stick with your fingers up is a help for the potion?"

"Those are all necessary steps, we just have a clear division of labor." Orga insisted.

"Very good. Then please deal with the remaining slugs tonight to prove that your division of labor is reasonable enough."

Olga died.

She wants to go crazy.

—

In the hall, Zero sat next to Harry without saying a word, listening to Ron giving them some knowledge about Quidditch.

Hermione walked over to the other side of Zero and sat down, picking at her food while whispering, "I saw it."

Zero looked at her, his eyes asking what she meant.

Hermione took a deep breath, as if she had made a decision: "She shook her head at you in Transfiguration class; you wanted to give her slugs in Potions class; just after class, she 'accidentally' helped you heal the wound caused by scabies potion; and..." She closed her eyes, "the word 'Your Highness' that you didn't finish saying at the opening banquet."