HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Ooooooooo, Binky..."

In mid-October, when the third-year wizards were happily discussing the announcement on the bulletin board: they would have their first weekend in Hogsmeade before Halloween, which would be at the end of the month, Lavender received a piece of bad news from home.

Her pet rabbit, Binky, was killed by a fox.

Lavender received the letter before the Transfiguration class. Upon hearing the bad news, she hugged Parvati and cried in the classroom. Many people looked at her. Nalilian also expressed her sadness. She spent more than five minutes to convey to Lavender her thoughts on a rabbit she had never seen. She even made up the rabbit's fur color.

But now she couldn't stand it anymore, because class was about to start and Lavender was still holding on to her wizard robes tightly.

"It worked, Lillian, it really worked," Ravenclub wailed, holding Lillian. "October 16th, Professor Trelawney's words, what I was worried about."

Oh, so it was for this. Narilla remembered that a few dozen days ago, her dear Professor Trelawney of Divination had predicted their future, and Lavender was what she was worried would happen.

Nalilian blinked. "You mean you've been worried about your rabbit being killed by a fox?"

"No, Lillian!" Lavender raised her voice. "You know what I mean."

Narilla frowned in embarrassment. She knew what Lavender meant, because Professor Trelawney's predictions for them were all good, except for Harry -

She predicts an ominous death for Harry.

At this time, Harry squeezed in from the crowd. Narelle looked at him sympathetically for what was about to happen, while Lavender, with tears on her face, pointed at Harry and said, "An ominous death, Potter, are you really not worried?"

Harry stood there, looking at her, a little bewildered.

Hermione, who was standing next to Narilean, couldn't help but say, "Lavender, you just received the letter today. Are you sure your rabbit died today?"

Lavender hesitated.

Hermione confirmed her guess, "Look, Professor Trelawney's prediction is totally inaccurate!"

"That's not the case," Lavender shook her head, her cheeks slightly red. "Hermione, you can't think like that."

"You are, Lavender," Hermione retorted. "One coincidence is enough to convince you of anything?"

"Besides, have you been worried about your rabbit dying? That's obviously impossible."

"Hermione, why are you so stubborn?" Lavender was crying and mad.

Narilla and Parvati looked at each other. Now it was no longer a question of whether Professor Trelawney's prophecy was true or not, but the crisis of Hermione and Lavender fighting was right in front of them.

"Wait, wait," "Okay, okay," Narilean and Parvati quickly separated Hermione and Lavender.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall entered the classroom at this time, preventing Hermione and Lavender from arguing any further. Narilean and Parvati breathed a sigh of relief and tacitly pulled one of them to sit away.

Nallylian pulled Hermione to sit with Harry and Ron and winked at them, indicating that they should comfort Hermione quickly.

"Hey," Ron said desperately to Hermione, "Why did you have to provoke Lavender? She was crying like that."

"Ron, you don't understand," Hermione said, her tone very harshly. "This is completely unbelievable."

"Actually, divination is quite effective," Ron retorted. "It's normal for Lavender to believe in it. Many people believe in it." Seeing Hermione's distrustful look, he added, "Everyone around me believes in it anyway!"

Hermione sighed, "Do you know that in our Muggle world there is something called religion?"

"Those people are so crazy that they believe everything in the world is given to them by God!"

"God gives people rewards, God gives people suffering, everything is given by God."

"Wasn't magic given to us by Merlin? What's the big deal?" Ron shrugged.

"No!" Hermione retorted. "Merlin discovered magic."

"Everything is discovered by ourselves, not given by God!"

Ron frowned but didn't argue, not wanting to start an argument with Hermione in class.

"What I want to say," Hermione said, "is don't believe in coincidences and miracles. Everything is decided by ourselves, including the future."

She was speaking to Harry, because Professor Trelawney's prophecy was directed at Harry.

"Of course I don't believe that, Hermione," Harry glanced at Nallylian and saw that she was looking at Hermione worriedly, so he said, "I know how horrible religion is. In the Middle Ages, there were religious organizations that burned wizards to death."

"I know, about the witch hunts," Hermione replied, as History of Magic was covering this part of the story. "But they didn't burn real wizards because they couldn't recognize magic, and even if they did catch one, burning them wouldn't work because wizards would use spells to freeze the flames, enjoying the gentle tingling pleasure of the flames while screaming in mock pain."

"There's another eccentric," Hermione's mood brightened at the mention of this. "Wendelin the Fortuneteller! I heard he really enjoys being burned. He's allowed himself to be caught in various disguises over forty-seven times."

"Oh, I know that too," Narilean said casually after she saw Hermione calm down and said, "This is Ace's love."

"What is Ace Aimee?"

The three little wizards all looked at her with curiosity and inquiry. Facing these pure gazes, Nalilian narrowed her eyes and her ears felt hot.

"This," she said stiffly, "is a shorthand term for a foolish and sinful act."

"Stupid and malicious, Ace Aimee."

"It's so vicious and stupid what those religions do when they burn witches."

"Oh," Hermione said firmly, with an expression of having learned something new. She then trusted her friend and said, "Yes, this is Ace Amour!"

"Okay," Ron nodded, "I admit that burning wizards is indeed Ace's love."

Harry glanced at Narielian and nodded firmly.

Nalilian lowered her head, her face flushed.