Harry Potter: The Vampire Prince

"So this is how girls fight? I feel like I just witnessed the law of the jungle. I never expected Eve to have such a fierce side..." Miles muttered to himself, still shaken as he hurried back to the dormitory.

"...Huh? What happened?" Nolan looked up from the piles of research materials spread across the table, his face blank and indifferent, as if none of it had anything to do with him.

"Eve almost killed Astoria! It was terrifying—those two looked like absolute maniacs!" Miles shuddered. Yet, despite his fear, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through him.

A duel between two women over a man—this kind of drama was rarely seen in daily life. Whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, love rivals usually engaged in silent battles, full of subtle jealousies and hidden schemes. But this? This was something straight out of a wild fantasy!

Miles found it all incredibly entertaining. In fact, he even wondered if things could escalate further in the future. However, when he turned and saw Nolan's calm, utterly clueless expression, his excitement abruptly fizzled out.

"When will I ever have two girls fighting over me?" he sighed dramatically.

Nolan clearly heard him because his gaze immediately softened. It was the kind of look one might give a simpleton—a mixture of pity and amusement, as if he were lamenting the fate of a hopelessly deluded fool.

"Don't look at me like that, Nolan! Every Slytherin male envies your luck... Wait, what's this?"

Miles picked up a small bottle from Nolan's desk, inside of which was a strange, shimmering dark-pink liquid. The sight of it sparked a sense of familiarity—he was sure he had just seen something similar earlier that day.

"That's something Greengrass left behind."

"She dropped it!" Miles gasped. Then, as realization dawned, he smirked to himself. It must have been because Eve had stormed in too quickly, leaving Astoria with no time to drink the potion. His fingers itched with desire. If this was what he thought it was, it was far too valuable to simply be left behind. Swallowing his excitement, he cautiously asked, "Can I have it?"

"And what exactly do you need it for?" Nolan frowned. He was well aware that this was a love potion and, frankly, the thought of Miles getting his hands on it seemed like a terrible idea. His first instinct was to refuse outright.

But then he recalled something Eve had told him last year—about giving Miles a little more leeway. After all, to the rest of the world, Miles was considered Nolan's best friend... even if Nolan himself didn't quite agree with that notion.

After a moment of contemplation, Nolan said, "Greengrass obviously doesn't need it anymore, but this potion is extremely dangerous."

"Of course, I know that!" Miles' eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'll use it wisely!"

"But—"

Before Nolan could continue, Malcolm walked in.

Lately, Malcolm had been acting more withdrawn, constantly returning to the dormitory late at night and rarely associating with the other Slytherins. There was an air of secrecy around him, as if he were harboring something important.

Nolan turned to greet him with a nod. "Good evening, Malcolm."

"Oh, uh... good evening, Nolan," Malcolm Baddock replied, averting his gaze as if guilty of something. His hand instinctively tightened around his pocket.

Inside that pocket lay the Slytherin badge, stolen from Nolan's desk amidst the clutter. The weight of his actions gnawed at him, making it impossible to meet Nolan's eyes with any real confidence.

Miles, on the other hand, didn't bother acknowledging Malcolm at all. The two despised each other, both secretly wishing the other would just disappear from their dormitory.

With Malcolm's unexpected entrance, Nolan completely forgot about taking back the love potion.

And so, that sinful little bottle found its way into Miles' possession, carefully tucked away as if it were a family heirloom.

That night, Miles had a dream—a dream in which he used the potion to his advantage, amassing an enormous fortune, making successful investments, and watching his wealth multiply endlessly. In the end, he became one of the richest wizards in history, swimming daily in a pool filled with gold Galleons.

…

A week after Christmas marked the last Quidditch match of the term for Slytherin, this time against Hufflepuff.

The weather was miserable—it had been raining non-stop all day.

But no amount of rain could dampen Hogwarts students' enthusiasm for Quidditch. Their cheers on the stands thundered louder than the rain itself... though, admittedly, no one could actually tell who was who under those rain-soaked robes and hoods.

Even the match commentator, Lee Jordan, struggled to keep up.

"40 to 0! Hufflepuff still has possession. The Quaffle is with one of their three Chasers... but Merlin's beard, who even is that?! I really wish our Quidditch stars would start putting their initials on their raincoats! It'd make my job so much easier! Hufflepuff's first Chaser passes the ball—second Chaser catches it—Slytherin's Chaser moves in for the block—beautifully done! And—oh, great, of course it's Marcus Flint! Only that troll of a player would pull off such a shameless foul! And now—wait, wait, I recognize this one! The tiniest, fastest little streak of silver on the field! Our very own Slytherin speed demon! She moves so fast I barely have time to describe her play—PERFECT! 50 to 0! Hufflepuff serves again!"

Lee was having the time of his life, but most of the audience found his commentary utterly incomprehensible.

The rain also made it significantly harder for the Seekers. It took Cedric Diggory nearly two hours to finally catch the Golden Snitch—by which time Hufflepuff had already lost by a crushing 300 points. The power of the Firebolt No.001 remained as terrifying as ever... even though Slytherin's "Silver Lightning" had been going easy on them.

After the match, Eve was in high spirits. She was showered with praise from her fellow Slytherins, while Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs could do nothing but throw snide remarks her way—not that she cared about either.

Hufflepuff, on the other hand, was in absolute mourning. One of their new third-year Chasers was bawling her eyes out in Cedric Diggory's arms, swearing repeatedly that she would never play Quidditch again.

Upon hearing this, Marcus Flint burst out laughing. "Undefeated! Another glorious victory!"

With three consecutive wins, Slytherin had already secured the Quidditch Cup for the year.

The only remaining match was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, set to take place in two weeks' time.

"Nervous? Not even a little."

As the students made their way to Hogsmeade before the final Quidditch match, Cho laughed as she answered Eve's question. "Gryffindor's team is strong, no doubt. They have excellent Beaters, a well-coordinated Chasing trio, and, of course, Potter... I won't deny that his flying talent is remarkable. But there's no reason for me to be afraid of them."

She smiled and patted the Firebolt Nolan had given her. "Because I have this."