HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

Olga wasn't sure whether the secret room was not marked on the Marauder's Map or she had missed it.

I don't know if Fred and George have calmed down.

But she was not wrong.

嗏

Olga looked at the pile of snacks on the table that George had given her last night and decided to try to coax her.

She tried to use her force to sense where the two were - the Quidditch pitch.

Are you training so early?

Wood is not a human being.

The next second, Olga appeared in the audience seats of the Quidditch stadium.

But surprisingly, there were only Fred and George on the court, and it was not training as Olga had expected.

—

The twins had been in a very low mood since returning to the dormitory last night. Even Lee Jordan, who was in the same dormitory, felt that something was wrong with them.

"Hey, don't tell me you two broke up at the same time."

Lee Jordan tried to liven up the atmosphere, but ended up with an attitude almost equivalent to acquiescence from the two men.

"No, no, are you really heartbroken? Who can refuse you?"

Lee Jordan thought of the rumors he had heard recently and asked tentatively, "Could it be that distinguished guest?"

Forgive him, he didn't even have the courage to mention that name.

Fred and George just glanced at him calmly and said nothing.

It seems so.

Alas, as for that guy, he really can't help at all.

"My condolences, the next one will be better."

After leaving these words, Lee Jordan silently rolled up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly, not knowing when Angelina would be willing to go on a date with him.

Fred and George sat in the dark for a long time, the image of Olga sucking blood in someone else's arms with her eyes closed flashing through their minds.

If there hadn't been blood on the corner of her lips when she turned around to look at them, they would have thought it was an intimate act between lovers.

It was a beauty they had never seen before.

Zero is really lucky.

The only blood slave...

"Fred..."

"George..."

The two spoke at the same time and were silent at the same time.

They saw the surprise in Olga's bloodshot eyes before she left. She might not understand their sudden emotions.

Reason told them that it was normal behavior for vampires.

But why can't it be them?

She clearly said she liked their blood, so why wouldn't she want to enjoy it directly?

Is it possible only by becoming her blood slave?

……

The two were stuck in an emotional circle and could only vent in other ways.

That's why the Weasley twins came to the Quidditch field early in the morning to practice hitting the ball desperately.

When Olga arrived they had been hitting the ball all morning with little success.

Fred and George only felt the brooch on their chests getting slightly hot, and then they saw a figure they had been dreaming about appear in the audience.

Today is a rare good day in London, with bright sunshine. But the mood of the three players on the field is obviously not as good as the weather.

Olga squinted at the two people in the air. Their hair was disheveled and their clothes were wet. They obviously didn't get enough rest and looked very depressed.

Under normal circumstances, Fred and George would have rushed over excitedly by now, but they didn't.

Habits are terrible.

Olga sighed.

The three of them faced each other for a long time, and Olga even wanted to back down.

Why don’t we just forget about it today and talk about it next time.

"Don't leave."

"Please."

George saw Olga's retreat, but finally couldn't bear it and succumbed to his instinct.

Fred and George controlled their brooms and flew to Olga's side, while the latter was still stunned by the tone of George's request just now. It was different from her usual joking and coquettish attitude, and was full of sadness.

She looked at the two faces in front of her. The feeling was like that of a big dog that had been abandoned by its owner and met him again. It wanted to get closer but was afraid of being rejected.

Olga involuntarily stretched out a hand, causing the two of them to lean forward at the same time.

She paused slightly, then raised her other hand and touched the top of their heads at the same time.

The breeze carried the smell of the boys' sweat and the scent of blood, which was not unpleasant.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

After a long while, Olga spoke softly. The two of them had the same dark color under their eyes, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. They looked so embarrassed and pitiful that it was heartbreaking.

Fred and George shook their heads, still bending over to let her touch their heads.

Olga sighed slightly and stopped what she was doing.

"Then go eat first."

However, two stubborn big dogs held his hands on the left and right and refused silently.

"I'll be waiting for you in the Room of Requirement."

"good."

Perhaps moved by the girl's last, highly soothing words, the two finally compromised.

Fred and George quickly finished their lunch and went back to the dormitory to shower and change clothes, then rushed to the Room of Requirement without stopping.

The two of them performed this series of actions almost mechanically, and even after entering the familiar research site, they still couldn't figure out what attitude they should take towards Olga.

Olga was holding a lollipop in her mouth as she looked through the research records and experiences of the Weasley brothers.

Most of the space is devoted to her, including her acceptance and preference rankings of certain foods, as well as some speculations about what might be of interest to her.

Moreover, only this part of her handwriting was careful, clear and complete, while the rest was very casual.

She ranks first in terms of attentiveness to her snacks.

When she heard someone entering the room, she turned around to look.

"came back?"

So soon? She almost doubted whether they had really gone to eat.

Fred and George were in a trance for a moment. Olga's natural posture was very similar to her mother's attitude every time her father came home, making them feel that she was waiting for them to come home.

Seeing the two men staring at her in a daze, Olga thought they were concerned about the book in her hand.

"Uh... I saw it lying on the table and just flipped through it... Sorry..."

The girl still had a lollipop in her mouth, with a cute little puff squeezed out of half of her cheek. Her slightly embarrassed expression made her look extremely innocent and harmless, completely different from her last night.

Fred's eyes twinkled and he spoke his first words of the day.

"If I remember correctly, we have talked about this many times-"

His expression was serious, even a little solemn.

"You don't have to ever feel sorry for us...Princess."

Olga was surprised by Fred's address. Ever since they met, Fred had always called her "little snake" or "sweetheart", but today... he called her so seriously. Was he being too polite?

"Fred..."

Olga called Fred's name palely. She was not very good at dealing with such twins.

George walked up to Olga and leaned over from behind her to flip through the thick book.

"You can read whatever you want. This is only a part of the book. The full version is in the dormitory. Do you want me to give it to you?"

"your Highness."

Hearing the same name from George, Olga fell completely silent.

She doesn't understand.

She felt a little aggrieved.

"no need."