HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

In full view of the crowd, Kerston, who was supported by Nalilian, narrowed his eyes, pulled her up, and ran out, leaving the noisy crowd behind.

Seeing the brother and sister running away, Justin looked at Mr. Finch, who was unconscious with a bloody head, and immediately shouted, "Hurry up and send Dad back to his room, he's fainted!"

Fainted with fright?

Everyone who heard this looked at Justin with shocked expressions.

Is that blood on the back of Mr. Finch's head because he fainted from shock?

How could he lie with such impunity?

With the tacit consent of the owner of the manor and the fear and concession of the crowd, the brother and sister quickly ran out of the hall.

The people outside the hall didn't know what had happened to them and could only watch in surprise as the brother and sister ran wildly.

Nalilian ran after Kston, kicking off the troublesome shoes and untying the hair accessories on her head, and then Kston hooked her legs and picked her up and ran.

"What should I do, Mom?" Nalilian put her arms around his shoulders and asked as he held her in his arms while they ran.

"I asked Mrs. Smith to take care of her," Kerston said as he ran, looking at the road ahead.

The lady gladly accepted the Ende shares he offered to take care of Mrs. Ende.

"What about Dad?" she asked again.

"Let him deal with that mess himself, that's what he deserves," Kersten said.

"And he'll probably be happy to have done Mrs. Finch-Fletchley such a big favor."

Help her expose her evil husband and get rid of this husband who wants to bring her down.

Now he has truly climbed up the ranks of the Finch-Fletchley family.

But he and Lillian would no longer exist.

Kerston ran with her to a secluded corner outside the castle, stopped, and took out a watch box from his pocket.

Nalilian recognized at a glance that this was the watch box for the Rolex men's watch she had given him last time.

But he was wearing the watch on his wrist, so why was he taking the watch box out? Was he worried that the watch would be damaged?

Nalilian saw Kerston reach into the watch box and then pull out a motorcycle.

It's still a Harley.

The Harley crashed to the ground.

Nalilian was stunned.

Kerston put her in the seat and opened his coat to put it on her.

"How did you do that?" Nalilian asked him after pulling his coat and sitting down.

This must be magic.

"Untraceable Extension Charm," Kerston replied, straddling her and admonishing her, "Hold me tight."

"Can you drive a motorcycle?" Nalilian asked, putting her arms around his waist.

She had never seen him drive a motorcycle or a car.

"Of course," Kersten said, inserting the key into the motorcycle and starting it.

"Have you planned this a long time ago?" Nalilian couldn't help but ask.

Learn to drive in advance, prepare the motorcycle in advance, know Mrs. Finch-Fletchley's plan in advance, and plan to take her away.

"Of course," Kersten responded, curled his lips, and turned the accelerator.

He wasn't powerful enough to predict that she would abandon her parents and leave with him.

He just kept preparing.

Of course, he also wanted her to think that he was omnipotent.

"Kerston! Lillian! Come back!"

As the motorcycle roared away, they heard Mr. Ende's voice calling from behind.

But they couldn't care less.

*

The motorcycle took them all the way across the highway, out of the manor, and through the village.

The night wind was howling, and Nalilian rested her head on Kston's back, holding Kston's waist tightly with one hand and pulling his loose coat with the other hand, causing her long hair to swing around.

It hurts.

In such an atmosphere, Nalilian had only this one thought in her mind.

My face hurts from being hit by my hair.

Kerston drove out of the village and stopped when he reached the highway. He got off his motorcycle and took out his wand.

"What is this?" Nalilian asked in confusion.

What does he want to do?

"Summon the Knight Bus, a magical bus that provides services to wizards in emergencies," Kerston explained.

As he spoke, he raised his wand and reached out to tidy up her messy long hair and pull her coat tighter around her.

Nalilian opened her mouth.

His preparations were so comprehensive.

At this moment, with a bang, a three-decker bus appeared in front of them.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus. We're an emergency bus for wizards in trouble. Just show us your wand and step aboard, and we'll take you anywhere you want to go. I'm your conductor tonight, and my name is Stanson Parker."

The car door opened and a conductor with protruding ears stood at the door and spoke.

Kerston picked up Nalilian from the motorcycle and walked to the car door.

"That motorcycle?" Nalilian leaned over his shoulder and looked at the motorcycle thrown behind them.

"Just leave it there," Kerston said.

Left it there? Nalilian glanced at him, not knowing what he meant.

But Kerston didn't explain any more and just carried her straight onto the Knight Bus.

"To the Leaky Cauldron in London," Kersten said to the ticket seller after showing him his wand.

"Eleven silvers for one person," the conductor said. "Add three silvers and you might get chocolate, and one more and you'll get a kettle and a toothbrush."

"That's not necessary," Kersten said, pulling twenty-two silver Sickles from his pocket and handing them to him.

When Nalilian saw the silver Sickle he took out, she realized that he had taken it out of the watch box when he was driving the motorcycle one-handed just now.

It seemed that he had not expected that she would attack Mr. Finch on her first day here and run away like this.

He just kept preparing.

"Are you a couple?" The ticket seller who received the money suddenly asked this.

This made Kerston and Nalilian pause.

"Yes," Kersten responded before Nalilian could speak.

"We were out late with friends in the Muggle world, so we went to the Leaky Cauldron to rest up for the night."

Kston said, and Nalilian buried her head in Kston's shoulder, letting her long hair cover her face, without looking up to answer a word.

The ticket seller gave them an "I understand" look and let them in.

The bus was empty, with only two sleepy wizards on the first floor and no one else.

Kerston carried Nalilian to the third floor of the bus, where there was no one.

He laid her on a bed, knelt down and took off her stockings.

"Run dirty," Nalilian said.

"It's okay," Kersten said, taking out the watch box, and from it took out a pair of white socks and a pair of casual shoes.

“These are my old shoes,” Nalilian said in surprise.

"We brought these in when we moved," Kerston said, putting white socks on her feet. He picked up the shoes and compared them with her feet. "Fortunately, they fit."

He said, holding her foot and putting her shoe on.

"That means my feet might not grow any longer," Nalilian said.

"What a shame," Kersten agreed as he tied her shoe.

Her feet were not even as long as his palms.

"By the way, what about Mr. Finch?" Nallylian asked another concerned question as she watched him tying his shoelaces.

"Will he die?"

She thought of Mr. Finch's bloody head.

"Are you scared then?" Kersten asked as he concentrated on tying her shoelaces. "Becoming the sister of a murderer."

Murder, Nalilian's mind flashed back to the fragment of Voldemort's soul that she had destroyed.

She actually already did it.

And Peter Pettigrew.

She was also the one who indirectly killed him.

"Don't be afraid," she couldn't help but whisper.

Kersten smiled and looked up at her, "Why?"

Meeting his smiling eyes, Nalilian also smiled, "I don't know."

"Maybe it's because you're here that I'm not so scared anymore."