HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Study together?"

Nalilian looked at Pansy in front of her and narrowed her eyes.

Is she crazy?

She called her a mudblood, she branded her Parkinson's, and now she wants to study with her?

"I have good grades," Pansy couldn't help but explain to her question, "I can tutor you."

"I used to tutor Malfoy."

As if afraid that she wouldn't believe it, she quickly added.

Seeing her hard-working expression, Nalilian smiled and said, "Okay, Pansy, let's make an appointment to study together."

When it comes to tutoring, those around her, whether it's Kerston, Cedric, or Hermione, all have much lower grades than her.

Where does she get her confidence from?

After receiving this promise, Pansy's emotions calmed down. She then remembered her business and quickly asked, "So what's your plan to change my reputation?"

Seeing that she had brought up the point, Nalilian smiled. Instead of telling her the solution directly, she asked her, "Do you know why Parkinson's disease is called Parkinson's disease?"

Pansy was stunned. She hadn't thought about this matter at all. She only cared about how embarrassing this matter was for her.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"A doctor named Parkinson discovered the disease, and people named it in his memory," Nalilian said slowly.

"Just like Mrs. Skoll stain remover?" Pansy reacted.

"That's right," Nalilian nodded, "This doctor has received a lot of thanks from many people."

"Do you think he deserves to be laughed at?"

She looked at her.

Pansy laughed out loud, "Of course it's not worth it!"

After Pansy left, Nalilian found that there was an inexplicable sense of relief in her back.

She opened the dating game panel and saw that she had indeed gained three more heart points. She went to check on Pansy's situation and saw that her favorability value had reached 57.

What is this? Na Lilian thought, was the PUA successful?

It was clearly she who ruined her reputation, pulled her away from Malfoy, and brought all the pain to her.

Now, just by helping her to take revenge on Malfoy and giving her a little sweetness, she has already gained such a high favorability towards her.

Sure enough, there is something wrong with my brain.

It seemed that Voldemort's success in Slytherin was perfectly justified, and they loved it.

Nalilian thought speechlessly.

She left the bathroom, but just as she walked out, she encountered a Slytherin boy walking down the corridor.

He walked by with a book under his arm, without reacting to her gaze.

Nalilian paused.

She recognized him.

Theodore Nott, a pure-blood Slytherin whose father was a Death Eater, also had eight hearts on her list.

Difficult to reach.

Nalilian turned and left.

Soon the reason why Parkinson's disease was named spread. It was named after the doctor who discovered the disease, so it was not worth laughing at at all.

This made the Slytherins, who had originally accepted Pansy back in because she dared to deal with Ender, feel very proud.

“Parkinson’s is great.”

“He saved people who were deeply afflicted by this disease.”

"This is obviously very great. Parkinson's disease should not be laughed at."

They spread the news and wanted to tell others about it, but reserve prevented them from doing so.

"Oh, I know."

"Well, it's getting boring to keep talking about this."

“Who cares about Parkinson’s these days?”

As for the Gryffindors, who were the main targets of the publicity, their attitude towards this was very indifferent and impatient.

They had long since grown tired of the hand-shaking game and were playing with the little gauze flags provided by the Weasley twins, laughing at the new jokes.

"Ah, I'm hurt!"

"No, I was faking it."

They waved little white flags and pretended to be dead, and laughed again.

What could be more amusing than Malfoy having his little scheme exposed in public?

With this stain, Malfoy should have been treated similarly to Parkinson.

But given Malfoy's status in Slytherin, no one dared to say anything, even though his father had just been overthrown by Dumbledore.

And it's pretty good that the other party can come up with ideas to deal with people.

Draco was obviously not so satisfied with the Slytherins' tolerance.

"Don't let me see the white stuff!"

Also, he has a slight aversion to the color white.

"Don't be so angry," Blaise said, taking his white paper.

The more you do this, the more stupid it seems.

"Why, you like that Mudblood?" Draco asked him angrily, "Why are you speaking for her like that?"

Blaise's expression turned cold. "How is this possible?"

He felt sick at the thought of their encounter in the restaurant that day.

Just a Mudblood!

"But you can't deal with this Mudblood unless you deal with her Mudblood brother," Blaise said, looking down as he fiddled with the paper in his hand.

He was waiting for the mudblood to have his moment of glory, and then he'd give him a hard slam.

Is it possible for a mudblood like him to survive in the wizarding world?

"Not really," said Theodore, who had been reading a book nearby. "I saw her and Pansy come out of the same bathroom."

"What do you mean?" Draco frowned, confused.

So what if we came out of the same bathroom?

Blaise immediately understood and said, "Let Pansy deal with that mudblood again, Malfoy!"

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Test her loyalty and see if she betrays you," Blaise said.

Was Malfoy's exposure really an accident?

"Pansy, I don't need you to help me with my homework."

Narilian, who had found an empty classroom in a remote area to study with Pansy, looked speechlessly at the completed Potions homework that Pansy had handed to her.

The tutoring she mentioned means helping her write her homework?

Nalilian took a look and found that Parkinson was quite careful and copied her handwriting.

"It won't be seen," Pansy said, blushing slightly.

"I've done this for Malfoy many times before and never been caught by the Headmaster," she explained.

Ha, Nalilian found it funny to see her confident yet slightly nervous expression.

Let’s not talk about how hypocritical the professor who graded this potions homework was.

Although she had to admit that the professor did have some real talent and knowledge, the potion steps he wrote on the blackboard were ahead of the textbooks. If it weren't for this, she would have joined Parvati and the others in calling him Old Bat.

But his real talent and knowledge could not cover up his double standards and his harshness towards the young wizards in Gryffindor.

Pan Xi was just copying the handwriting, and the homework was not written according to her ideas, so the other party would definitely see through it.

If she really had the nerve to hand in this Potions homework, she would definitely be singled out and criticized in class.

Secondly, is she serious?

Nalilian looked at Pansy. If she hadn't seen her gradually rising favorability, she would have thought that Pansy, the fool, wanted to harm her.

But looking at her expression, it doesn't seem like that.

It turns out she really meant it.

Then let’s do it for real.

She had no qualms about taking action against someone who called herself a Mudblood.

"Thank you, Pansy," Narilian said. She looked at the homework she had written for her and smiled. "You wrote it very well. Did you really put your heart into it?"

Pansy paused, lowered her head sharply, and replied, "Yeah."

No one has ever praised her for doing a good job.

At least not Malfoy.