HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

The day before the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Harry had the misfortune of having his copy of "Quidditch Origins" confiscated by Snape.

Hermione had lent him the book; she had memorized it and told Harry it didn't matter if it was lost.

But Harry still decided to go to Snape's office and steal the book back.

But what they waited for was that Harry came back empty-handed, with only one piece of news -

Snape's leg was bitten by the three-headed dog. When he was bandaging the wound in the office, they speculated that he was bitten when he was trying to get something the three-headed dog was guarding.

Nalilian remembered that the three-headed dog was the one Harry and his friends encountered when they violated the rules and ran out to duel Malfoy in the middle of the night.

That happened at the beginning of the school year, a few months ago.

But Snape was a good man. He was bitten because he tried to stop others from taking the Philosopher's Stone guarded by the three-headed dog.

But she couldn't tell Harry and the others because no one would believe her.

This was like Werewolf. She was the only one with the foreknowledge. She knew that Professor Quirrell was a werewolf and that Snape was a good man, but she couldn't even give him the golden water.

Because he was so unfriendly to the little wizards in Gryffindor, he always deducted points from them, deducting all the points that Hermione had worked hard to earn for Gryffindor. Everyone privately called him Old Bat.

The one who was targeted the most was Harry. He was extremely pitiful. He was always picked out in Potions class to answer questions and made a fool of himself, being laughed at by the Slytherins who were in the class with him.

Malfoy's laugh was the loudest.

But she was waiting to see what would happen. The more Malfoy hated Harry, the more his defense would be broken by Harry's exception to the Quidditch team.

Soon it was the next day of the competition and Harry was looking terrible.

He was probably too nervous, his face was pale, and he couldn't eat breakfast.

This made Nalilian, who was eating without any burden and enjoying the meal, feel a little guilty, so she ate a little more on his behalf.

The game officially started at eleven o'clock. Harry went to the locker room to change into his uniform, while Narielian followed Hermione and Ron to the top row.

Neville and Seamus are also here, and they are here to give Harry a surprise -

A winning banner was drawn on a bed sheet stained with urine from Ron's pet mouse. The big lion on it was painted by Nallylian with great care. Hermione cast a color magic on it, making it look majestic and domineering.

Soon the Quidditch players came out. Harry, the only first-year player, looked very small in the team in his Gryffindor red uniform, which was obvious at a glance.

Seeing Harry appear, Ron and the others began to wave the banner vigorously and shouted the slogan "Come on Harry".

Nalilian also shouted loudly, and then sneezed in the wind.

"Lillian, let's go downstairs so you don't catch a cold," Hermione said worriedly.

"You stay here, Hermione. I'll get some clothes and be right back," Narilean said, shaking her head.

She could see Hermione's excitement. Hermione must want to stay here and cheer Harry on.

But this is really good. Ever since she became close to Harry and Ron, she has been living very well in Gryffindor. Everyone has accepted her without realizing it, especially when it comes to cheering Harry up this time.

Many people praised the color magic she cast on the banner, which made her very happy and also made Nalilian happy.

They were no longer the two Muggle-born girls who were excluded from the circle, but had entered the core of Gryffindor.

Hermione nodded in agreement to Narielian's words.

The Quidditch season has been heating up recently, and no one has mentioned the Mudblood incident anymore. Taking this into consideration, she let Narielian go alone.

Nalilian squeezed out of the crazy crowd and breathed a sigh of relief. This scene was too much like the sports day at her school. She walked towards the castle, but was stopped not long after.

It was Draco Malfoy. He might have left his followers behind in order to catch up with her and ran after her alone.

Nalilian was not afraid of him and stood there leisurely waiting for him to run over.

But Draco didn't rush over. He kept his composure and stood not far away, glaring at her breathlessly.

"You liar," he said viciously, "that spell of yours is real. You deceived the principal and the dean, otherwise how could Potter have made the team?!"

"You're right. The spell I cast took effect long ago, the moment you told others about it."

Narilla said, she enjoyed seeing Malfoy angry.

"Let me tell you, Professor McGonagall spotted Harry and sent him to the Quidditch team long before his flying lesson, Master Malfoy. Do you regret not listening to me now?"

"Liar, you mudblood!" Draco's eyes flashed with malice.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Narilian without any teaching. "There is no such spell. I asked my father. You must be lying to me!"

"Wow, you even told your father, so you're in even worse trouble."

Narilian looked at Master Malfoy with sympathy and said even more vicious words.

"Perhaps your house will lose the game because of your action. No, it will lose to Harry forever."

"Liar! Mudblood!"

Master Draco kept calling out these two words.

Nalilian laughed and couldn't help wondering if there were other swear words in his empty head.

When Draco saw her smile, a blush appeared on his pale face.

"Petrification!" he shouted.

"Armor protects me," Nalilian responded calmly.

Kerston and Cedric had taught her a lot of self-defense spells recently, so she wasn't afraid at all. She counterattacked, "Expelliarmus!"

A beam of magic light hit the wand in Draco's hand, knocking it away. Draco was stunned.

Narilian took the opportunity to pounce and pinned Master Malfoy under her again.

"This time you came here alone," Nalilian said with a smile.

She was in a good mood recently, so she didn't plan to threaten the young master. Instead, she used her real strength and said, "Then I won't let you go."

"What are you doing?!" Draco opened his eyes wide in panic and watched her raise her hand.

"Don't—Ahahaha! Don't tickle me! Ahahaha! Get away from me, hahaha!"

Yes, Nalilian decided to tickle the wayward young master, imitating the "torture" that the Weasley twins had used on her.

She scratched Draco's belly with her hands and easily found that his itchy spots were his ribs on both sides, so she attacked there.

This made Draco laugh so hard that his whole body weakened, tears welled up in his eyes, and he almost fainted before letting him go.

Nalilian knelt on both sides of him, looking down at Draco who was laughing so hard that his eyes were full of tears and he was gasping for breath.

She said, "Master Malfoy, you should know that following me is a very bad thing, and raising your wand at me is even worse. Besides, you skinny chicken, you should grow some weight and size for a few years before you fight me. I'm afraid that others will say I'm bullying you."

She stood up and prepared to leave, but she didn't expect Draco to still have the strength to pull her clothes.

She accidentally fell on top of him, squeezing him and making him gasp for air.

"You're so heavy, you fat man," Draco cursed breathlessly.

"You deserve it. Why did you pull me here?" Nalilian rolled her eyes at his face that was so close to her.

She pushed herself up and tried to leave, not wanting to be held in Draco's arms.

She exclaimed in surprise, "What do you want to do? I have a wand on me."

These words were like a pistol intimidating her. Draco moved his lips and said, "You must remove the spell for me, or I won't let you go."

Although his tone was not so sharp, he still made threats in an overbearing manner.

Narelle was speechless. "Master Malfoy, please take a closer look at the situation. I have the wand and you don't, and you're smaller and weaker than me. Don't be so foolish and take things for granted. Believe it or not, I can cast a petrification spell on you and freeze you here for the whole night."

That was exactly what Draco wanted to do. When he thought of the consequences, his face darkened and he let her go.

Nalilian stood up and hurried away, not even bothering to pat her clothes, as she quickly ran out of Draco's sight.

This young master, she shook her head in her heart, was so naive.

How could she dare to do that? If she did that, she would be wanted by his family the next day.

Narilla hurried back to the dormitory to get a thick coat to put on, and when she ran back to the Quidditch field, she happened to see Harry holding the Golden Snitch to end the game and win the victory.

The little wizards of Gryffindor cheered and rushed forward to hug this hero.

She happened to be right down there, so she went the fastest.

So after holding Harry in her senior year, she became the first wizard in her first year to do so.

"You're amazing, Harry," she hugged him, almost jumping for joy, "You're our hero!"

Having just experienced the bullying of Master Malfoy, she was simply happy because Harry defeated Slytherin.

"Yeah," Harry blushed. His face was already hot due to the intense exercise, and it became even redder after being hugged, and his heart was beating faster.

"Harry!"

Hagrid waved at them from the side. He was very big and conspicuous, and motioned them to come over.

Nalilian let go of Harry, pulled him up and walked over.

Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus and the others were there. They rushed up to hug Harry and cheered.

Nalilian laughed out loud when she saw Harry's confused look as he was surrounded.

It was a day worth celebrating, at least for Gryffindors.