HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

【Brain Storage】

"I heard that you're dating that new transfer student?"

Blaise Zabini asked curiously to his roommate, Master Malfoy, who was also the star of the entire Slytherin family.

"She confessed to me first."

Draco Malfoy pretended to be nonchalant and said with an unconscious upward curve of his lips, "She is a Muggle-born, and I was just playing with her."

"That's amazing. She looks difficult to deal with," Zabini complimented with a smile, "But even though she's a Muggle-born, she's good-looking. It should be interesting to talk to her for a while."

"Of course I think so," Draco said, raising his chin slightly. "Do you think I would really marry her?"

Zabini smiled and nodded, "Indeed, for a lonely Muggle girl like her, it's an honor for her to be able to date Malfoy."

"She must be inseparable from you."

Complimented by Zabini as he entered the common room, Draco was in a good mood as he left him and his other two followers, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, and prepared to go find his newly engaged girlfriend.

But not long after he walked out of the lounge, he saw his mortal enemy Harry Potter half-kneeling in front of a girl in the corner of the corridor, looking up at her devoutly.

The girl moved her long hair away from her cheeks and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

Draco's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because the one kissing Harry is his newly engaged girlfriend!

"Na Lilian!"

*

Four years ago, Privet Drive.

"Lillian, come home for dinner."

Mrs. Ende's voice came from the house behind her. Nalilian, who had just turned eleven, came out from the bushes behind the garden fence, shook off the leaves on her skirt, turned around and ran home.

She ran and shouted, "I'm coming."

Inside the house, Mrs. Ende was busy serving food to the table, and Mr. Ende was reading a newspaper at the table. Neither of them had time to look at their little daughter.

Only Kerston, who had just come downstairs, saw his sister running in from outside with her hair a mess of leaves on it, and jumping onto the chair next to the dining table and sitting down.

Just like the monkeys in the zoo.

He frowned, "Lillian, maybe you should brush up on your etiquette lessons at school."

Nalilian paused and reached out to tidy up her appearance.

Hearing his eldest son's words, Mr. Ende looked up from his newspaper and said, "Lillian is going to a new middle school. She can make new friends if she is more lively."

Mrs. Ender, who was serving the dinner plates, handed the cutlery to Nallylian and said, "As a brother, you don't take Lillian to play. The Dursleys across the street are all little boys. They can't play with Lillian. Lillian can only go exploring on her own, right?"

"Ah."

Nalilian pulled her messy hair down and lowered her head in response.

Hearing this, Kerston, who had already walked to the dining table, was about to refute, but seeing his little sister almost burying herself in the plate, he pursed his lips and said, "I understand. I will take her out to play."

"Thank you, brother," Nalilian thanked him politely.

"Yeah," Kerston responded awkwardly. His younger sister's politeness made him uncomfortable, so he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Seeing the awkward interaction between the brother and sister, Mrs. Ende and Mr. Ende looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

The couple had sensed the helplessness of their young daughter, who had just returned home from boarding school. They speculated what must have happened to their daughter. They also tried to test her, but all they got was silence, which made them believe that something bad had happened to their daughter.

For this reason, they also called the school's disciplinary teacher, but the teacher told them that there was nothing abnormal happening with Nalilian at school, and comforted them that she might have needed to adapt to the new environment.

Reluctantly accepting this reason, the Enders suppressed their anxiety and took care of Nalilian, allowing her to relax as much as possible at home.

But the results were minimal, and Nalilian had to depend on their opinions for everything she did.

Mrs. Ende felt very distressed. Home was obviously the place where children had the most freedom, but her daughter was so cautious. Mr. Ende advised his wife to take it slow and give her time to adapt.

So the two of them were very indulgent in any behavior of Nalilian.

After the last pumpkin pie was served, the family of four officially started their meal.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Ender mentioned her conversation with the neighbors.

Most of the people living on Privet Drive are couples like them. The husband works outside the home and the wife takes care of the family. Most of them have two or three children and have a lot of common topics to talk about.

At such times, Mr. Ende usually doesn't interrupt, otherwise he will become the object of comparison. Although Mrs. Ende is gentle, her competitive spirit is no less than that of other wives.

And Nalilian buried her head in the dinner plate, listening like a quail.

Only Kerston was impatient, and his impatience reached its peak when Mrs. Ender mentioned the Dursleys across the street.

"Although Mrs. Dursley always says how good her child is at school, she really should lose weight. She looks like a piglet to me, as fat as three Lillians." Mrs. Ender said with a smile.

"Mom," Kersten interrupted her in a drawn-out voice, then said, "Perhaps you should be concerned about Lillian's upcoming school term. Hogwarts isn't just any ordinary high school; it's a school of magic, and you need to go to Diagon Alley to buy a lot of things."

When this topic was mentioned, Nalilian finally looked up from her plate and looked at them.

She seemed worried that they wouldn't let her go.

Mrs. Ender sighed when she saw this scene.

She and her husband both knew that Lillian would be admitted to Hogwarts when she turned eleven, just like her brother. After all, they had behaved so differently since childhood.

But ever since Kerston received Lillian's acceptance letter sent by owl three days ago, Lillian has been very uneasy.

The couple tested their daughter both overtly and covertly and discovered that she was not afraid of going to an unfamiliar school, but was worried that they would not let her go.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Ender forked a chicken drumstick onto her daughter's plate and said, "Can't I leave this to you, Kersten? You've been studying at this magic academy for two years."

Mrs. Ender's words made Nalilian turn her eyes to Kerston.

Hearing such irresponsible words from his parents, fourteen-year-old Kerston raised his eyebrows. What do you mean by leave it to him?

He was about to protest that he was not a full-time babysitter, but when he looked up, he saw Nalilian looking at him eagerly.

There was a pleading look in the girl's big dark eyes, like a puppy afraid of being abandoned, which made Kston swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"I have an appointment with a friend," he reminded his parents tactfully and refused with difficulty.

"This is a great opportunity to introduce Lillian to your friends," Mrs. Ender said, completely ignoring her eldest son's reluctance. "Wouldn't quiet and well-behaved Lillian help you deepen your friendship with your friends?"

This compliment made Nalilian bury her head and pretend to be silent, with only her two red ears showing her embarrassment.

Kerston frowned as he looked at his "quiet and well-behaved" younger sister, not being able to refute.

Mr. Ende smiled and patted his eldest son's shoulder, indicating that no matter what, he could not escape the task of taking care of his sister.

It was decided that Narielian would be taken to Diagon Alley by her brother.

After dinner, Kerston went back to his room first. He still had a pile of History of Magic homework to finish.

Nalilian sat at the table for a while, and when she saw that Mr. and Mrs. Ende had nothing for her to do, she left the table and ran to the garden outside.

She came to the bushes, and the leaves here opened a path for her according to her wishes. After Nalilian got in, they closed and enveloped her.

Nallylian observed the Dursleys across the street through the gap, thinking about how to approach Harry Potter.

And in front of her was a panel that no one else could see.

On the panel was a portrait of a childish boy with round glasses and emerald eyes.

It says below [Target: Harry Potter, Heart Value: Ten Hearts, Favorability Value: 0 (mutually unknown)].

*

small theater.

Draco: Why did you betray me?

Nalilian: I'm sorry, I'm an emotionless sea king.