HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Is it worth it for a mudblood?

Pansy asked herself this question when she saw Nallylian tying Hermione's hair in the Great Hall.

She tried her best to keep it a secret for her, and she lived in fear every day, not daring to let the Slytherin find out.

And here she was, living a carefree life with that Mudblood Granger, completely forgetting about her?

Pansy sneered as she stared at the scene not far away. Ender was already leaning against Granger, the Mudblood.

Did she know that she was being threatened by that Nott? Did she know how much pressure it was to endure deceiving everyone around her?

She didn't know because she never asked how she was doing.

Even though she hadn't contacted her for such a long time this time, she didn't ask her if she had encountered any problems.

Or maybe she was still feeling relieved that he hadn't contacted her.

In fact, she didn't care about her at all.

Pansy felt a chill in her heart. She noticed that Nalilian turned around and was about to discover her, so she turned and left.

Isn't he just a mudblood?

She would make her regret it.

She would make her pay the price for slighting her.

*

"Hey, our assistant coach, have you written the next training plan?"

As Nallylian played with Hermione's hair, Wood once again squeezed in between Nallylian and Harry and sat down, his hand resting on his Seeker's shoulder to show his closeness.

Harry: "..."

Before Nallylian could answer, Wood saw Hermione and her new hairstyle and exclaimed, "You're wearing a flower. Very fashionable, Hermione."

Hermione: "...Thank you."

After greeting his teaching assistant's friends, Wood nodded with satisfaction and looked down at Nalilian expectantly.

"I was just about to look for you, Senior Wood," Nalilian said, taking out her written training plan from her schoolbag and handing it to him.

As Wood flipped through the book, Harry and Ron both leaned over to take a look out of curiosity. Hermione didn't need to do that because she had already finished reading the book. However, considering the author of the book, she didn't tell anyone.

"It's very detailed," Wood said as he flipped through his notebook. "But I don't quite understand some of the terms. For example, what does 'Seated Knee Raise' mean? 'Sit and raise your knees?'"

He raised his knees as he spoke, "Is that so?"

"No, no," Nalilian quickly waved her hand to stop him from practicing in the auditorium, "This move is done while lying down. Let me teach you."

She looked around and said, "We need to find an open space."

"How about this," Wood suggested, "the day after tomorrow afternoon, I've grabbed another Quidditch pitch, and you come teach?"

He stood up, took his notebook and walked towards the lounge while reading, "I still need to check out the tactics part, it's very exciting, Ende."

He walked away gracefully, leaving the four little wizards looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Training the day after tomorrow afternoon?" Hermione looked at Harry, wanting to know their training time.

"Basically from 5pm to 11pm," Harry said.

Ron nodded along. As Harry's roommate, he knew very well that Harry was not lying.

"Are you going?" Narilla looked at Hermione and Ron expectantly.

Hermione asked back, "Go to the team together and eat baked cookies together after training?" Harry touched his nose, "And the leftover grapefruit juice in someone's backpack?" Narilla looked up at the sky.

"Come on," Hermione shook her head.

Ron, who was originally eager to try, calmed down after hearing Hermione's words and suggested tactfully, "If we can have dinner, maybe we can save some for you."

Harry responded, "Sounds good."

He glanced at Nalilian as he spoke. He didn't really care, but if Nalilian was going to training, maybe he could take her back in the evening?

alone.

Nalilian looked conflicted.

Should she tell Ced about this?

"I heard that Andrew Kirk," Harry said, seeing her struggling, "is not feeling well and won't be going to training anytime soon."

"That's really great news," said Hermione.

"No wonder I haven't seen him lately," said Ron.

Feeling unwell? Nalilian sighed inwardly. Although she didn't know who did it, she had to repay the kindness.

Eleven o'clock is fine.

*

"I was very busy some time ago. I was trying to gain Malfoy's trust. You know, that means I have to do a lot of things..."

The next day in the study room, Na Lilian looked at Pansy who was explaining that she had contacted her again to study together today. Na Lilian hesitated and considered whether to break off such a dangerous relationship with Parkinson, but considering Parkinson's personality, she agreed.

"This is this week's History of Magic homework," Pansy handed over a piece of neatly written parchment.

Nalilian looked at Pansy's slightly flattering expression and reached out to take it.

"This bracelet," when Nalilian stretched out her hand, Pansy saw the bracelet she was wearing and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Nalilian paused.

She wore the mermaid pearl bracelet that Kerston gave her last time today. Is there any problem with that?

"These are the tears of Venus," said Pansy.

"Tears of Venus?" Nalilian asked back.

Didn’t Kxton tell her that they were mermaid tears?

"Yes, a collector from southern Europe came here to sell it, but it was too expensive, even Malfoy was reluctant to buy it." Pansy stared at the rose pink pearl, "The other party offered so much-"

She spread out her hands and made the number three.

"Thirty thousand?" Nalilian guessed.

"It's three hundred thousand gold Galleons!" Pansy corrected loudly.

"Oh," Nalilian responded, brushing down her sleeve to cover the bracelet, thinking that it seemed that Kersten made a lot of money.

But I can’t wear it anymore, it attracts too much attention.

"Did your boyfriend give it to you?" Pansy asked urgently, wondering in her heart, how could Diggory be so rich?

Did the publication of that book make him a lot of money? That shouldn't be the case.

Even if a book sells like hotcakes, can you make so much money?

"No," Nalilian shook her head. She didn't want the rumor that Said bought her such expensive jewelry. It would be bad if his family heard about it, so she explained, "Kerston gave it to me."

Kirsten? Kirsten Ender? Her brother?

Hearing this answer, Pansy couldn't control her inner astonishment for a moment and showed it on her face. Fortunately, Narilian lowered her head and adjusted her cuffs without looking at her. Pansy controlled her expression and then looked carefully at Narilian's expression. After seeing it clearly, she couldn't help laughing in her heart.

Ende didn't know the purpose and meaning of this bracelet.

This is great.

After the two of them finished their study, Pansy watched Narilian leave, took out the Eye of Argus from her wizard robe, and smiled as she looked at the rose-pink pearl with a mermaid-like base on the girl's slender white wrist.

She definitely couldn't escape this time.