HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Is Nalilian okay?"

Harry, wearing his uniform, found Hermione in the common room and asked her.

He woke up at about four o'clock today. He couldn't sleep because he heard the wind outside the window. On the one hand, he was worried about the Quidditch match that was about to start today, and on the other hand, he was worried about Nariel.

She hasn't been seen since she was taken away by Senior Diggory yesterday.

Is she alright? Is her cold gone?

Hermione looked at Harry in front of her, unable to tell the truth. Should she tell Harry that Nariel didn't come back all night?

Lavender and Parvati both guessed that the two of them must have spent the night together.

"This is so normal," Lavender held her face in her hands. "Lovely Lillian and handsome senior Diggory are such a good match."

"Besides, Senior Diggory is someone worth entrusting your life to."

Parvati nodded as well. "Although the men aren't very good, Senior Digory is not bad."

Hermione actually thought that Senior Diggory was very good. She recently noticed that there were a lot more snacks in Narielian's schoolbag because she always fed her, and each one was delicious.

Although it was about the same delicious as what she had brought back from the field before, Hermione knew that this part of the dessert must be more to Nariel's taste.

Because there won't be much of her left.

There is no need to think about it, that was all done for her by Senior Digory. This senior really took good care of Lillian.

How could Hermione have the heart to push Lillian into this fire pit of Harry.

He can't cook and has a stubborn personality. In terms of appearance, Hermione couldn't say with a clear conscience that Harry was more handsome than Senior Diggory, especially since Senior Diggory was very tall and gave people a sense of security.

Harry, like Ron, is still underdeveloped and is only slightly taller than Narellean, so he has no competitiveness at all.

Hermione felt sorry for Harry, but for his game today, she could only lie, "Lillian is still sleeping. She was sent back by Senior Diggory last night. She said she slept all afternoon, so she didn't sleep much at night because she was worried about you -"

She paused here, because she couldn't hide the joy in Harry's eyes when he heard this, and it hurt her conscience.

Ron, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but reveal an expression that said, "Don't you feel guilty for deceiving Harry like this?"

But what else could she do? Hermione continued with difficulty, "She's catching up on her sleep now. Don't worry. She told me you must keep trying. She thinks you can definitely win."

"Okay," Harry replied, perking up, and when he saw the Weasley twins waved, he walked towards them.

Hermione looked at his back with a distorted expression. Ron took an apple and handed it to her, "Want to eat it?"

Hermione looked at him.

"You're exactly like the snake in the religion you mentioned before that tempted Eve to eat the apple," Ron said as he took a bite of the apple.

*

The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin finally took place in the dark and stormy weather.

"Senior Ender, Lillian is staying at Hufflepuff tonight."

Finding someone in the corner of the stands, Ernest opened his mouth in a way he couldn't accept.

"McMillan," Kerston said, looking at the court. The game hadn't started yet, and players from both teams were entering the field one after another. "This was Lillian's choice."

"Whether it's a promise or a deal, Lillian's opinion is the most important, as I said."

Of course he knew it, and it was because he knew this that Ernest felt suffocated.

He seemed to have been abandoned by Lillian again.

He thought Lillian only confessed her feelings to help Senior Diggory, but after watching them for a while, he gradually realized that they were serious.

They are really together.

But what qualifications does he have to ask for this? Doesn’t he still have a fiancée whom he can’t get rid of?

Kersten noticed that the boy next to him was depressed, so he didn't say anything, giving him time to calm down.

"That book," Ernest spoke up a moment later, "was obtained by some pure-blood families. But after the monopoly magic took effect, they couldn't read it. They all felt very sorry."

"Of course, they didn't realize it. This was written by you," he paused, "and Senior Diggory, combining knowledge from the Muggle world."

"They know nothing about the Muggle world."

There was no emotion on Kerston's face.

"Those who started investigating your family," Ernest continued, "thanks to the information provided by Zabini, many people knew that Kersten was a Muggle-born wizard, "because of the poster you printed last time, people thought that Potter was completely on your side."

And behind Potter stood Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was originally on the Muggle side.

"So you've publicized it so vigorously that the Ministry of Magic is prepared to wait and see."

"There are a lot of teams ready to invite you. They are very interested in the book."

Kersten asked, "What about the Irish team?"

"No news has been released," Ernest said. "The Irish coach is very good at keeping secrets. He previously spread the news that all the teams had purchased rocket crossbows. Many teams are busy updating their equipment."

"This time he will spread the news that he has monopolized your book, covering up the news that you have been invited to be a teaching assistant."

"The news needs to get out," Kersten said. "Who's your Quidditch reporter?"

"Rita Skeeter," Ernest said, "but you need to keep an eye on her."

"She's a popular Quidditch reporter, known for her ability to uncover secrets behind the players."

"No one knows where she gets her information," he said, a hint of disgust on his face, "but the news she writes to attract attention is always annoying. She's a well-known scoundrel, and many people are wary of her."

"It's just that my father was very optimistic about her and dug her out single-handedly."

Kersten looked at him.

MacMillan's father was the vice-president of the Daily Prophet, and the Quidditch section he was in charge of was the most popular content among wizards.

"You need to find out how she collects information," Kersten said, "so that it will be easier for you to get the information to her."

A knife held by his father should naturally be passed on to him.

*

"Please give way."

In the Hufflepuff stands, Marlene Nott squeezed through the crowds and complained in her heart about how suffocatingly crowded this low-level academy was.

It is worthy of being a college that can be entered without giving up other colleges.

When she saw the figure in the corner, her eyes lit up. She tried hard to squeeze through the crowd and walked over, but bumped into someone.

"Sorry," came a low, hoarse voice.

Doesn't this person have eyes? Marlene raised her head irritably, but was startled when she saw the other person.

So handsome.

The other person was wearing a dark wizard robe and a hood. The rain flowed down the top of the hat. Under the brim was a handsome nose and a sharp jaw. The exposed lips looked ruthless and sexy under the water vapor.

Marlene couldn't take her eyes off him for a moment, but the other person left without even giving her a look.

"Miss Nott?"

Marlene was still looking at the departing figure, and when she heard the voice, she turned around in panic and saw her fiancé, Ernest McMillan, who was staring at her seriously.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"Just now," Marlene began, her face flushed as she thought of the previous glance. She lowered her head, "I was bumped into."

"Are you okay?" Ernest asked, standing still.

"It's okay," Marlene said.

"Let's go watch the game together," Ernest said, turning and walking towards the outermost seats.

Marlene looked back, but she could no longer see the boy. With an indescribable regret in her heart, she turned around and chased after Ernest.