HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

After hearing what Hermione said, Zero lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Hermione quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I mean no harm." She pursed her lips as if organizing her words, "I just want to ask if you already knew her identity? But you are still friends, right? This shows that vampires are not that scary, right?"

"So?" Ling suddenly looked up at her coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Hermione was shocked by his reaction: "I, I just want everyone to stop being so scared of her, so that she can go to class at Hogwarts normally."

Ling's expression softened a little, "Thank you. But she probably won't need it for now. She doesn't like to be disturbed. But I'll pass on your kindness."

Hermione blushed a little: "Don't thank me, I didn't help at all."

"Thank you for saving me in Transfiguration class."

"Is it obvious?" Hermione was a little surprised. "Ron just thinks I'm trying to attract attention."

"It can be seen. She should know it too."

"She, she can feel it too?" The girl's face turned even redder.

Ling thought of something, smiled indulgently, and murmured: "She is Her Highness."

—

The afternoon was the first flying class for the first graders. The boys were all very excited. Even Theodore, who was usually steady, showed great interest in the flying broom.

Olga lazily looked up at the dazzling sunlight. Oh, what a damn bad weather.

She squinted at the Slytherin students, most of whom gathered around Draco to listen to him loudly proclaim his brave experience of riding a broom, as if he was trying to attract someone's attention, the savior? Was the little platinum-head still unwilling to give up?

Draco was beaming with joy while secretly glancing in Olga's direction. Hmm, maybe she doesn't like sunbathing.

Theodore walked to Olga's side and nodded to her, just blocking the sun from shining directly on Olga.

Olga moved closer to him. Being tall has its advantages.

At this time, Madam Hooch came over in a hurry: "Now it's time for the first flying lesson. What are you waiting for? Stand on the left side of the flying broom, hurry up, hurry up."

Olga looked at these old and broken brooms with a bit of disgust and picked one at random. Anyway, she had already anticipated what would happen.

"Put your right hand on the broom handle and say to it: 'Get up!'."

The classroom was filled with shouts of "get up" and Harry and Draco's brooms immediately jumped into their hands, as did Theodore and Zero.

But apparently this was only a minority of cases, as Hermione and Neville's brooms remained motionless, while Ron's was lifted up and hit him in the face.

Theodore noticed that Olga had not moved, and said, "It's okay, just try it. Madam Hooch won't blame you."

Olga resigned herself to the fact that she had failed and said "get up!". The broom started to move immediately. After she grasped the handle, the broom suddenly began to struggle frantically. Olga was caught off guard and was carried high into the air by the struggling broom.

Madam Hooch's face was pale. Merlin, this little princess must not get hurt in Hogwarts.

She knew it!

Olga was so angry that she let go of the damn broom.

Just when the little wizards were terrified and thought she was going to fall to her death, they saw a pair of black wings spread out behind the girl, stopping her fall about ten feet from the ground.

She had her back to the sun, so no one could see her expression clearly. Her wings shone with a mysterious light in the sunlight.

"Miss Olga, are you okay? Do you need to go to the infirmary for a check-up?" Madam Hooch asked worriedly.

Draco and Theodore finally came to their senses and looked at Olga with puzzled expressions.

Ling breathed a sigh of relief, even though he knew His Highness would be fine.

Olga shook her head to indicate that she was fine, and then she felt a gust of wind passing by her. It was that bad broom.

It didn't stop and rushed among the classmates. Poor Neville was knocked unconscious before he could react.

"Oh! Child, are you okay?" Madam Hooch's face turned even paler, and she hurried to check on Neville's condition. "I'll take him to the hospital, and no one of you is allowed to move! If I see a broom in the sky, the person riding it will have to say goodbye to Quidditch!"

Olga slowly landed on the ground and folded her wings. For a moment, no one present spoke.

Okay, I can skip one class from now on.

Draco didn't like the way everyone looked at Olga. He glanced at something on the grass, picked it up and mocked loudly: "Look, it's the memory ball that Longbottom's grandmother sent him!"

He noticed Olga looking at him from the corner of his eye, and he became even more proud.

"Give it to me, Malfoy." Harry stepped forward.

Draco stared at Harry fiercely. This nasty Potter first made him embarrassed in front of Olga, and now he came out to steal the limelight. Damn it, it's all his fault!

Otherwise, why wouldn't he have the chance to talk to Olga until now!

He got even angrier at the thought and got on his broom: "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry chased after it despite Hermione's attempts to stop him. He found that he seemed to have a good talent for flying.

Draco in the air looked at Harry: "See if you can catch it!"

After saying that, he threw the glass ball in his hand away.

Harry accelerated suddenly, chasing after it amid the screams of the audience below, and finally caught the ball no more than a foot away from the castle's outer wall.

Zero, who always kept Olga's mission in mind, had been following Harry not far behind because he was worried that something might happen to him. Seeing this, he was relieved. Harry excitedly raised the ball in his hand to show Zero.

"Great, Harry, we should get back."

The two flew back side by side, unaware that this scene was seen clearly by Professor McGonagall in the castle.

Seeing the two people coming back, the excited Gryffindors were about to cheer when they saw Professor McGonagall walking towards them quickly.

"Harry! Zero! How dare you!" Professor McGonagall looked at them in surprise, anger flashing in her eyes.

"It's not their fault, Professor, it's Malfoy -"

"Shut up, Mr. Weasley. Now, you two, follow me."

Professor McGonagall turned and strode towards the castle. She glanced in Olga's direction with zero guilt, and followed Harry with her head down.

Draco and his two lackeys laughed. "They must be fired!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, he felt a pair of cold eyes falling on him. He looked around and found that he was actually looking at Olga. For a moment, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

She, why is she angry? Isn't it good that those stupid lions are in trouble? Does she like that savior?

No, that's not right, it's that freak with silver hair!

What is their relationship? !

It seemed like the two of them were very familiar with each other when they were in Diagon Alley and on the train, but after entering school, they always seemed like strangers. Did that freak dislike Olga after knowing that she was a vampire?

Olga is still angry with him, how dare he!

Humph, the noble vampires should be friends with the noble Malfoy!

Just when Draco was hesitating whether to go forward to comfort Olga after he finished his imagination, the latter suddenly walked towards the castle without looking back.

I missed it again! If it weren't for the hairspray all over his hair, Draco would have rubbed his head in frustration.

Olga knew that the savior would definitely not be expelled, but it was hard to say about Zero.

She followed them, hiding her body, and saw that Professor McGonagall simply took them to the place where the senior classes were held, and introduced them to a man named Wood.

Oh. So I just want them to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Olga worried in vain and blamed the platinum-headed man for the whole thing.

When Harry and Zero were about to go back to the common room, Zero sensed something and suddenly said to Harry: "You go back first. I suddenly remembered that I left something in the library."

Harry didn't think much about it. Now he just wanted to go back and share his joy with Ron.

Ling stood there and said to the corner, "Your Highness."

Olga's figure slowly emerged: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Ling smiled: "Your Highness has a special smell."

"I know. The breath of darkness."

Ling shook his head but made no move to explain.

Olga didn't care and asked, "How are you doing recently?"

Zero began to report Harry's recent situation in detail, and Olga was confused: "Wait, why is it all Harry? I'm not interested in him."

Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed in Zero's eyes: "Isn't Your Highness concerned about the situation of the tasker?"

Olga held her forehead with her hand: "I just need to make sure he's alive. Who cares about those trivial matters? I'm just asking how you've been lately. Are you used to life in Gryffindor?"

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from Ling's eyes, and he said in surprise: "So, Your Highness is concerned about me?"

"Shouldn't I care about you? You're mine."

"Last time...I thought His Highness didn't want me anymore." Thinking of this, Zero began to feel sad again.

Olga sighed and organized her words: "It was my fault last time. I didn't explain it clearly. Zero, you should know what kind of status a human has in the vampire race. Even though you are my blood slave, other vampires don't dare to treat you too badly because of fear, but you haven't had a good life for so many years."

She didn't give Zero a chance to refute.

"You know very well that if you continue like this, you will either become one of my kind or gradually become a plaything. There will always be times when I can't take care of you. From what I know, my brothers have tried to convert you."

"That's the last thing I want to see. But now there's a chance to change it all. Zero, you're a wizard, and when I graduate from Hogwarts, we can cancel the contract. You don't have to go back with me to be a lowly blood slave, and they won't chase you into the wizarding world. Your future will be bright."

"Your Highness..."

Ling knew that His Highness was doing this for his own good, but leaving the vampire clan meant that he would have to separate from His Highness.

Olga raised her hand and wiped the dust off the boy's face. "We grew up together, and no one wants you to live a good life more than I do. It's good to be sorted into Gryffindor. Although those lions are stupid, they are indeed enthusiastic. You don't have to be too deliberate about Harry, just don't let him die. In everything, take care of yourself, don't force it."

Zero tried hard to resist the urge to hold that hand tightly and said bitterly, "I know."

Even though I just want to be by your side.

"Then...should we still pretend to be strangers? Someone has already vaguely discovered the relationship between you and me."

"Who?" Olga asked in surprise.

"Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out in Transfiguration class."

"Oh, it's her. What a perceptive little witch."

In comparison, the savior was really slow. She was with Zero in Diagon Alley and on the train, but she didn't even suspect anything.

"Then just get along normally. Anyway, everyone's resistance to the vampires shouldn't be as strong as before."

"Okay, Your Highness." Ling was a little happier. "Your Highness, do you need my blood? You haven't eaten recently."

"No, there is no use of mana here. My brothers have also prepared enough blood. I will go find Albus if you need it."

Rei thought of what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and asked tentatively, "Do you like Nott's blood?"

How long ago did this happen? How could Zero still remember it? Olga was a little flustered: "It's okay, don't tell my brothers!"

If those guys knew about this, Theodore would definitely become her regular blood bank during her time at Hogwarts! Blood slaves are also possible. That pervert Helmo is capable of doing such a thing.

So His Highness has a better choice and doesn't need me anymore. Thinking of this, Ling lowered his head in disappointment.

Olga saw Zero's state and knew that he had misunderstood again, and added: "Don't think too much, I won't suck other people's blood. If I am really hungry, you will have to generously give me some."

Ling blushed slightly and whispered, "This is what I should have done."

"Okay, I'll go back first." Olga was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I almost forgot to congratulate you on becoming a Gryffindor Chaser."

—

Slytherin lounge

"Brace, are you sure this is really okay?"

Draco paced back and forth nervously in the lounge. Blaise thought that the Crown Prince of the Blood Clan should have a welcome party, and it would be best if this party was organized by the Malfoy family, the most distinguished family in Slytherin.

The remaining little wizards who were extremely good at judging the situation were naturally willing to cooperate.

Draco felt that Blaise's idea made sense, but for some reason he always felt a little panicked.

Could it be true, as Nott said, that Olga actually doesn't like this kind of occasion?

"Noble girls should all love attending parties. Look at Pansy and Daphne, they are always very excited before every party."

Bryce said confidently that no one understood girls' psychology better than him.

"And this can also show how much you value her. What girl wouldn't like to be special, right?"