HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

When Grindelwald arrived at Hogwarts, he happened to meet Cain who was about to go to the hospital wing to take Zero away.

Seeing that the little fox rarely showed a panic expression, he stopped him with interest.

Being suddenly stopped by a strange face, Cain's already bad mood became even worse.

"let."

Cain shouted coldly, not hiding his inner cruelty at all.

"Hey, who made you angry, little fox?" Grindelwald said jokingly.

After hearing the familiar voice, Cain was slightly stunned, but after a little thought he felt it made sense.

Now that the research on the magic circle has come to an end, the agreement made with this person will naturally take effect immediately.

"Your disguise is excellent," he praised perfunctorily.

Grindelwald was about to show a perfect smile when he heard Cain continue:

"But it cannot escape your Highness's eyes."

Grindelwald: ...

Not very harmful, but very insulting.

He coughed lightly and pretended to be nonchalant: "Really? So powerful? Then why don't you see your little prince?"

The originally teasing words made Cain's face darken, and an air of loss emanated from his body.

"Your Highness is in trouble."

"Oh, something happened, it's good that something happened - what?! What happened? Who can hurt her?" Grindelwald frowned, a little worried.

How could something happen to such a strong little girl?

How about Al? How's Al?

Cain briefly told Grindelwald what had happened, and the latter fell silent.

"The little girl is in trouble." Grindelwald spoke slowly after a while.

"This is the trouble of all vampires," Cain corrected.

Grindelwald patted Cain's head in amusement, and said under the boy's dangerous gaze: "Don't worry, the little girl must be fine. Maybe when you return, she will have woken up."

Cain knew that Grindelwald was comforting himself, it would be nice if it were really possible.

Seeing that Cain's mind was already wandering off, Grindelwald knew that now was not the time for small talk.

After all, Al, who is facing the wrath of the vampires alone, must need him now.

Before leaving, Grindelwald suddenly thought of something and smiled at Cain politely yet distantly.

"So, little fox, do you know who Dumbledore's favorite student is?"

……

The atmosphere in the principal's office was not harmonious.

Except for Harry and Ron, none of the other students present knew Riddle and thought he was just an ordinary person working for Olga.

Although the idea of ​​Voldemort's other half sounded a bit confusing, their concern for Olga obviously outweighed their concern for other things, so after hearing Helmer's arrangement, their expressions remained calm.

Only Harry and Ron looked strange.

What happened on the teacher's side was even more interesting. Almost all professors looked at Snape at the same time.

Snape, who was being targeted, also had a livid complexion, and his already gloomy face was now even more cloudy.

After Riddle absorbed the soul fragments in the locket, his memory was synchronized to the state before Voldemort's death.

So of course he also knew that the gloomy man with semi-long black hair was another one of his former subordinates.

But before he had time to investigate this, he heard Helmo's voice again.

"If you can't even snatch the former loser, there's no need to stay with Olga."

"She doesn't need trash around her."

Riddle suddenly looked at Helmer: "Even if you are her brother, you are not qualified to make decisions for her."

Helmer smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Yeah... I can't make the decision for her. But I can--"

"kill you."

Riddle: ...

Is there any justice in this world?

After being threatened by Olga, another ancestor appeared.

But...Riddle's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of nostalgia.

The scene of Olga curling her lips and threatening to kill him is still vivid in his mind. At that time, she was still so vivid and full of vitality.

Riddle thought again of Olga, whom he saw in the cemetery when he just woke up.

Weak... powerless... so distressing.

She shouldn't be like that.

Although he had hoped to escape from her countless times, when the day finally came, Riddle felt very uncomfortable.

The dull pain in his heart told him that he didn't want to see Olga helpless.

I don’t even want to…

Leave her.

"I will stay with her."

After hearing Riddle's decisive words, Helmo smiled triumphantly.

The method of provoking someone never goes out of style.

Corny, but effective.

……

Riddle turned his gaze to Snape, who had remained silent. "Then—"

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Suddenly, there was a voice reading a command outside the principal's office, and everyone immediately looked towards the entrance.

A man wearing a gentleman's hat and a black and white suit walked into the principal's office gracefully, as leisurely as if he was taking a walk in his own back garden.

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, and he covered his lips and coughed as if embarrassed.

Grindelwald then stopped looking around and greeted everyone in a familiar manner.

"Yo, there are quite a lot of people. I hope I didn't disturb you."

Although the words were polite, the expression on his face clearly said, "Even if I'm disturbing you, what can I do about it?"

Professor McGonagall was a little suspicious when she saw a strange face. But at such a special time, she was the first to ask, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Grindelwald smiled, took off his hat and leaned towards Professor McGonagall. "I'm just an old friend of Al's. Don't worry about me. You guys continue."

As he said this, he walked to the chair opposite Helmo and sat down, supporting his head with his right hand, and looking at Dumbledore unscrupulously.

Everyone uncontrollably moved their eyes back and forth between the two people, as if they were guessing the relationship between them.

Dumbledore forced a smile, but he couldn't tell everyone openly that this was Voldemort's predecessor - the first Dark Lord.

"Mr. Green has come from afar and may not be familiar with the current situation."

"Well, I just happened to meet an acquaintance and have figured out the general situation. If you can use me in any way, please feel free to tell me." Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore and said.

Everyone:...

How should I put it? I always feel like I see a peacock spreading its tail.

Helmo narrowed his eyes slightly. He keenly realized that the identity of this gentleman who came suddenly was unusual. Putting aside the unspeakable secret between him and Dumbledore, just looking at his various behaviors, they were all possessed by people who were in high positions.

So he kindly repeated his previous arrangement and pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Mr. Green, do you have any opinions?"