HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

After successfully coaxing away a group of students and several professors, only Helmo and Riddle, Dumbledore and Snape, Sirius, and Grindelwald were left in the headmaster's office.

"So now..." Helmo spoke first, "Mr. Green, can you show your true face?"

Grindelwald was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Vampires are indeed very perceptive. So," he turned to Dumbledore, "Can I, Al?"

Dumbledore smirked: "It is your freedom."

"Oh no, I have to listen to you."

“No, it’s up to you to decide.

"I can't decide, Al."

"No, you can."

……

Snape could no longer bear it and said word by word: "Time is precious, Headmaster."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes: "Who are you targeting?"

Snape: ...Okay, okay, he's nosy. If he continues to meddle in the affairs of young lovers, he will be Sirius (dog).

Dumbledore realized his mistake and sighed in his heart: "Mr. Green... is actually Gellert Grindelwald."

When these words were spoken, some people were surprised, some laughed, and some even wanted to jump three times.

Grindelwald happily took off his disguise, and the moment his iconic blond hair and blue eyes appeared, the headmaster's office fell into silence.

"Haha, it turns out to be Mr. Grindelwald." Sirius laughed dryly, "No wonder he looked so unusual at first glance."

Snape rolled his eyes at Sirius in annoyance. Flattery never wears out. Don't think he didn't know that Sirius and James had secretly worshipped the first Dark Lord, and only became die-hard fans of the headmaster after learning that Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald.

That's why he was ridiculed even more when he joined Voldemort's camp.

In the eyes of those two people, Voldemort was not as good as the first Dark Lord.

Helmo was surprised that the little sister actually went to find this partner.

He thought she was just sighing casually.

Riddle looked at the high-spirited old man with a stiff expression.

He inevitably compared his other self with the first Dark Lord, and the difference was immediately apparent.

He finally understood why Olga had been so dismissive of him in the first place.

It turns out that she had been working with Grindelwald for a long time, and it was her own initiative to choose it.

Riddle clenched his fists, a long-lost feeling of humiliation surrounding his heart.

With all of Voldemort's memories, he would subconsciously separate the two.

But after meeting Grindelwald, he still couldn't help but make a comparison, because he had to admit that Grindelwald's great deeds had a profound impact on him.

The comparison with his "predecessors" makes him seem even more incompetent.

Perhaps noticing that something was wrong with Riddle, Helmo looked at him in surprise.

"Why are you being so sentimental? Olga can't bear to see you so distraught right now. Forget about making her feel bad."

Riddle's confused thoughts paused. Yes, Olga was still in a coma.

If he didn't do something more to prove his worth at this time, wouldn't it be a waste of her blood?

The image of Olga leaning weakly in his arms flashed through his mind, and Riddle's eyes became firm.

He had to grow into someone she could rely on.

He is different now. Olga's blood not only gives him a physical body, but also allows him to share some of her abilities to a certain extent.

His current strength... is not comparable to that of Voldemort, whose soul is not even complete.

Thinking of this, Riddle looked at Dumbledore, the headmaster whom he loved and hated.

"I can try to gather some Death Eaters, but there is no need to keep some lunatics." Here we are specifically referring to the group of people who are still imprisoned in Azkaban.

Dumbledore nodded: "Severus will assist you."

Snape:?

He asked, can you please respect him?

"I have an opinion," Snape said coldly, "After all, he is part of the You-Know-Who. Is there really no hidden danger?"

Riddle gave a death smile, "Please don't compare me to that loser, thank you."

"Sure enough, he is pretending. When will the Dark Lord say thank you?"

"I already told you I'm not him! And saying thank you was taught to me by my master!"

Everyone's expressions suddenly became meaningful.

Riddle didn't care what others thought and just threw out his ultimate move: "Harry Potter and Nagini are the last two Horcruxes left."

!!!

Since it was about Harry, Sirius couldn't remain calm: "What nonsense are you talking about?! Do you have any evidence?"

Dumbledore was not that surprised. He and Olga had already guessed it before, and now it was completely confirmed.

"That Voldemort—"

"He doesn't know that it was probably an accident that Harry Potter became a Horcrux." Riddle directly predicted Dumbledore's question.

This news temporarily put the three people on Dumbledore's side at ease.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly. Harry Potter...the legendary savior. The boy with glasses just now was nothing special, but looking at Al's concerned look, could he be Dumbledore's favorite student?

"So you can discuss whether to let me absorb that soul fragment directly."

After gaining a physical body, Riddle is no longer so obsessed with the soul fragments. Anyway, he is more handsome than the guy without a nose, and Olga will not dislike him.

"No hurry." Helmo said leisurely, "Now that Mr. Grindelwald is here, we can optimize our plan appropriately."

......

Although there were some unexpected events in the final of the Tri-Widget Tournament, the prize money and honors that belong to the champion must still be given.

Looking at the trophy and the bag of gold coins in front of them, neither Harry nor Cedric moved.

"I don't want it." Harry couldn't bear to look at the damn Triwizard Cup any longer and was the first to refuse.

"I don't want it either." Cedric was even more unwilling to accept it.

Seeing that this honor that countless people were fighting for was rejected by two warriors, Bagman looked a little helpless.

"This--" Bagman looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Dumbledore was not surprised at all: "Whether you like it or not, you are already champions when you touch the Triwizard Cup - including Miss Olga, of course."

After hearing Olga's name, Harry and Cedric looked at the kind-looking white-bearded headmaster at the same time.

"Your names will be recorded together among the champions of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Although this accident is regrettable, it is also an experience in life, isn't it?"

Dumbledore winked at the two of them and continued, "Since you don't want these things, leave them with me for now. I will distribute them when Miss Olga comes back."

"Will she come back...?" Harry asked involuntarily.

Dumbledore seemed a little surprised: "Of course, I didn't hear that she was going to drop out of school."

Cedric asked worriedly, "Is she awake?"

"As far as I know, not yet." After Dumbledore said this, the two teenagers were visibly depressed.

"But we have to trust her. This is just a small test for her."

"With so many people who care about her waiting for her, I'm sure she will work very, very hard to come back soon."