HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Nalilian fell to the ground, her long hair disheveled as her hairpin was taken away. Looking at the big black dog that disappeared, her heart became even more confused.

When she saw the big black dog rushing towards her, she thought of Sirius Black, the adult wizard who knew Animagus.

That person's Animagus will also transform into a big black dog.

I didn't think of hiding.

But when the big black dog really pounced on her, she realized something was wrong. It must be a wild dog.

Because Sirius was a wizard, how could he possibly pounce on a little girl like her.

But when she was ready to be bitten by it but it took away her hairpin, she was sure it was Sirius.

Which dog would pounce on someone and then take away their hairpin?

"Are you okay?" Kerston ran over and helped her up.

"My hairpin," Nalilian murmured dejectedly as she looked at the place where the big black dog ran and disappeared.

While it was important to tell the other party that she could prove her innocence, the hairpin that Kerston gave her was also important.

That was her birthday present.

And why did it take her hairpin?

"It's okay, I'll buy you another one," said Kerston.

He saw that the hairpin she was wearing was a birthday gift from him to her.

The most important thing is that no one is hurt.

He looked at the back of her skirt, which was stained from sitting on the ground, and her knees that were scratched by the ground, his eyes darkening.

"That was your birthday present to me," said Nalilian, and she felt even sadder when she saw his shoddy cufflinks.

He didn't even lose the gift she gave him.

How could she lose the gift he gave her?

On the way home, Nalilian was so busy thinking about how to get the big black dog out that she didn't even sleep.

She didn't expect that he had run to the Muggle world. No wonder Dumbledore couldn't find him.

It would be better to send a message to Headmaster Dumbledore and let him know that Sirius is here.

After returning to the manor, the moving company employees unloaded their luggage and the servants helped carry the luggage to their rooms.

Seeing that everything was done, Nalilian prepared to go find her white owl Kane to send a letter.

It now lives in a special breeding room, is fed by a maid, and lives a comfortable life.

"Wait," Kerston stopped her, "Change clothes first, and apply medicine."

Nalilian nodded, and Kerston went out to get the iodine swab while she changed her clothes.

When she changed her clothes and sat at the desk to write a letter to Headmaster Dumbledore, Kerston came in with a silver tray of medical supplies and applied medicine to her knee.

"It will hurt a little," Kerston warned her before applying iodine to her wound with a cotton swab.

"Yeah," Nalilian responded. She wanted to say it didn't hurt, but the iodine made her tears burst out when it touched her.

It really hurts.

"Is a big piece broken?" she couldn't help asking.

Kerston frowned and replied, "Yeah, it's about a knuckle longer than me."

"That's bad," said Nalilian.

If her knees were broken, she would have to wear a long skirt that covered her knees to attend the party.

Mr. Ende had already told them in advance that they would be attending a banquet at a nobleman's manor during this holiday.

"You don't have to go," Kerston suggested as he carefully wiped iodine on her wound.

"No," Nalilian shook her head.

This time, Mr. Ende's company went public and he participated in the banquet hosted by the upper class aristocrats, which can be said to be his debut into the upper class aristocratic circle.

As Mr. Ende's daughter, how could she be absent?

After getting her answer, Kerston did not continue asking her questions, but gave her medicine.

Nalilian, who was writing a letter, stopped writing and looked at him, "Don't you want to go, Kersten?"

Kerston stopped applying the medicine and looked up at her. "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Yeah," Nalilian looked at him and nodded.

"Don't want to go," Kersten said.

"Then you won't go?" asked Nalilian.

"No," Kerston replied, lowering his head and continuing to apply the medicine to her.

Nalilian pursed her lips and continued writing the letter.

Kerston quickly applied medicine and bandaged her, and put away the medical supplies on the silver tray. Seeing this, he asked, "Who are you writing to?"

"Hermione," Narilla replied casually, "I sent her a letter a few days ago telling her about my move, and she was quite curious."

As she spoke, she tucked the letter she had written to Headmaster Dumbledore underneath and took out a piece of paper to write to Hermione.

"Give me the letter when you've finished writing it and I'll deliver it to you," said Kerston.

"No," Nalilian shook her head and refused, "I want to deliver it myself."

After I showed him the letter, he still didn't know anything.

"Then I'll go and bring Kane to you," Kersten said, leaving the room with the silver tray.

Nalilian looked at the door through which he left, and a trace of regret arose in her heart.

Did she do something wrong?

Should she have stood on his side just now?

She knew that Kerston was very opposed to Mr. Ender's current decision, but she always sided with Mr. Ender.

She had not understood Kerston before, but now that she saw Mrs. Ender, she suddenly understood what position Kerston was in.

He was the eldest son who inherited the family. He stood in the relatively free airspace, looking at her who was bound by layers of constraints, and pulling her as she continued to sink deeper and deeper into them.

But she knew that she had not fallen into this situation unknowingly. She also knew her situation, and she knew even more clearly the position that Mr. Ende had placed her in.

But after all, she is not the real daughter of the Ende couple.

She hoped to meet whatever definition Mrs. and Mr. Ender had for her before she left here.

Don't leave any regrets.

"Grandpa and grandma are here and mom is talking to them," said Kerston, who quickly brought Kane.

"Then let's go see them!"

Narilian said, and quickly asked Kane to send the letter to Headmaster Dumbledore, pulled down her skirt to cover her bandaged knee, and followed Keston to see her grandparents.

Two gray-haired old people were chatting with Mrs. Ender in the reception room. When they saw them coming, they both smiled.

"Kerston," Grandpa Ende, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded to Kerston and looked at Nalilian with a gentle look, "Lillian."

“Grandfather,” Nalilian called out.

"Lillian," Grandma Ende, who was sitting next to her, smiled and waved to Nalilian, "Grandma's little princess, come here and let grandma hold you."

"Grandma," Nalilian ran into Grandma Ende's arms.

"Lillian," but before Nalilian could run into Grandma Ender's arms, Mrs. Ender scolded her, "where are your manners?"

Nalilian had no choice but to stop and salute Grandma Ende.

"Oh, what's the point of etiquette? Come here, grandma," said Grandma Ende, standing up and holding her hand.

Nalilian glanced at Mrs. Ende, but was still taken to her arms by Grandma Ende and sat down on the sofa.

"Mother," Mrs. Ender said helplessly, "you can't let Lillian be so rude."

"Etiquette," Grandma Ende said, tut-tutting as she held Nalilian in her arms. "What a bunch of cumbersome and useless stuff."

"Grandpa and grandma," as if responding to her, Kerston just called out and sat down next to Grandpa Ende.

Grandpa Ende glanced at his eldest grandson and laughed.

This guy wrote a letter asking them to scold their son, his father, to wake him up.

Are you pretending to be dumb now?