HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

The audience was in chaos, with screams, curses, and crying...

Snape's face turned pale. He didn't expect these Dementors to be so rampant that they dared to attack the vampire crown prince directly.

The moment the Dementors were about to approach, he took out his wand and prepared to cast a spell, but was stopped by Olga.

Her face was pale, and she tried hard to control the dark power that was about to burst out of her body. She spoke with a trembling voice:

"This is a good opportunity. Let me try out your teaching results."

Snape was stunned and looked at Olga with complicated eyes.

Olga turned the summoning staff in her right hand, and the shining light was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Under the influence of the Dementors, scenes of her father and mother before they were sealed inevitably began to appear in her mind again.

Since there's no way to escape it, why not make good use of it?

"Call the gods to protect you."

The girl's voice was soft but firm.

A dazzling white light appeared from the tip of the staff and slowly expanded and condensed into shape.

A giant beast with a lion's body, a snake's tail and six wings strode forward and appeared in front of everyone.

The Dementors seemed to be in great pain and scattered, revealing Olga in the center.

The girl's hair was blown away by the powerful magic and fluttered in the wind. Her expression was cold without a trace of warmth, but if you looked closely, you could find a hint of softness in the depths of her eyes.

"I did it, Professor." Olga turned around and looked at Snape, her face filled with a rare cheerfulness that one would expect at her age.

The huge guardian god was right beside the girl, with an attitude of absolute submission, but the expression he showed when looking at other people was very unruly, as if he was looking down on everything.

Snape's heart trembled slightly. The impact of this scene was so great that he stood there in a daze for a moment.

What he didn't know was that even many years later, he still couldn't forget this scene.

It has nothing to do with love, just shock.

"Your Highness!" Zero rushed to Olga and stumbled off the broom.

"Zero! Look at my Patronus! Isn't it cool!"

Olga looked at the anxious boy with a bright smile. She was in a very good mood now.

Although the patronus was a little different from the bat she had imagined, this giant creature was obviously more handsome, wasn't it? How cool!

Zero carefully checked whether Olga was injured, and seeing that the girl was still in good spirits, he finally felt relieved.

"Yeah! Very cool." He continued with Olga's words, "It's a good thing you're okay..."

The last sentence was spoken softly, almost a whisper, but Olga heard it.

She frowned as she looked at the young man who was dirty and disheveled because of the competition.

Just as she was about to say something, Draco came over and hugged her tightly.

"I was so scared! I thought you were overwhelmed by Dementors! Are the Ministry of Magic idiots? They just let these dangerous creatures enter and leave the school freely!"

Draco's little mouth kept chattering, and his arms around Olga tightened.

"Hey, kid, you're hurting her!"

Fred used brute force to separate the two men and took the opportunity to stand between them.

"Weasley! What does this have to do with you!"

Draco is now allergic to Weasley.

"Of course it matters. She's the boss of our Oslea." Fred retorted unyieldingly.

George touched Olga's head and said gently, "I'm glad you're okay."

Harry, who had already caught the Golden Snitch, arrived late and looked at Olga with an evasive look.

Ever since the Godfather said last time that he liked Olga, he always felt uncomfortable when facing Olga.

"Are you okay? Uh, I mean, this is for you." Harry blushed and handed over the Snitch in his hand, not sure if he was shy or something else.

The Weasley twins frowned upon seeing this. What is Harry doing...?

In just a few minutes, the people around her changed again and again, and Olga was obviously a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, congratulations on winning the competition," Olga said to Harry, "Here is your medal, you can keep it for yourself."

Why did she need the Golden Snitch? She had no interest in Quidditch.

"That's it."

Draco walked around Fred, squeezed over and took Olga's hand, and demonstratively glanced at the guys around who were plotting against Olga.

Although he lost the game, he beat Olga!

Before Draco could act rampant for long, Olga ruthlessly pulled out her hand, waved her staff, and the patronus slowly dissipated.

"What is this?" Fred asked curiously.

"We've never seen it," George replied.

Olga: "What a coincidence, I haven't seen it either."

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The atmosphere was eerily quiet for a moment.

"It looks a bit like a Chimera," said Hermione, who arrived last.

Everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Miss Know-It-All.

Hermione subconsciously straightened up. It was really uncomfortable to be stared at by these people who were usually not easy to deal with. Suddenly, she felt a little sympathetic to Olga.

"Chimera is a legendary beast with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a snake's tail. But Olga's patronus just now has a lion's body, a snake's tail, and six wings...something is a little different."

Olga suddenly turned to Snape: "Professor, can the image of the Patronus be pieced together?"

Only then did everyone notice the silent Cellar Snake King in the corner. They all fell silent and stood up obediently. Even Draco stopped mocking Gryffindor.

Snape glanced at the little boys surrounding Olga and sneered, "So you still know your poor old professor. I thought your brains were eaten by slugs."

The venom arrived late, and everyone present except Olga lowered their heads.

Especially Draco, if I remember correctly, he seemed to have pushed the Godfather away just now.

He wouldn't be the first godchild to die from his godfather's potion...

"The patron saint is often related to one's own nature and emotions. Don't pay too much attention to its image. It is just a symbol."

After answering Olga's question, Snape looked around at everyone and snorted, "You've already lost the game, but you're not going back? You want to lose the potion to others, too?"

Draco lowered his head even lower in self-reproach.

Slytherin had indeed lost the game because of him.

He had a chance to catch the thief just now...

But the Dementors suddenly went straight towards Olga, which made him panic and he no longer had the mind to chase the thief.

As a result, Porter missed it.

Damn it, he actually wanted to use the captured thief to please Olga?

Don't even think about it!

But due to the tyranny of his godfather, Draco had no choice but to follow Snape back to the castle.

Not until the two disappeared from everyone's sight did the little lions breathe a sigh of relief and began to chatter about Olga's condition.

"I'm fine..." Olga said helplessly, "Zero, come with me."

Hermione and Ginny stopped talking and looked at each other uncontrollably, reading excitement in each other's eyes.

George put his arm around Harry's neck and smiled brightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"That's right, talk to us too."

Harry was almost carried away by the two brothers.