HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Cedric didn't meet Kerston until almost noon.

"Where's Lillian?" Seeing Kersten's figure, he rushed over, but didn't see Lillian, and looked worried.

Keston tilted his back, revealing the furry head resting in the crook of his neck. "Asleep."

The girl was wearing a sun hat and sleeping soundly with her cheek against his neck. Her long hair, which was beautifully groomed by Mrs. Ende, hung on both sides of her cheeks.

Cedric felt a little relieved, but couldn't help asking, "How long has Lillian been sleeping?"

"About half an hour," Kersten said.

Cedric frowned slightly and reached out to shake Nalilian's shoulder, "Time to wake up, Lilian."

She couldn't sleep any longer as she would soon have to use the portkey to move.

But when he called her, Nalilian frowned and burrowed into the crook of Kerston's neck, not wanting to wake up.

Seeing this, Kerston shook her and opened her eyes.

"Ced?" She looked at Cedric in confusion.

"It's time to go, Lillian," Cedric said. Without giving her time to explain, and without letting her get off Kersten's back, he took out a worn leather bag and said, "Hold on to me."

Nalilian quickly grabbed the shoulder strap of the handbag, and then she felt dizzy as if she was hooked. She felt very nauseous, but when she opened her eyes, she was in another place.

She was still lying on top of Kerston, with one hand holding her legs and the other on her back. Her stomach was churning, and Seth in front of her was not in much better shape, his body was staggering.

Only Kerston stood firm.

"Twelve o'clock, from Salisbury Plain," a voice said beside them.

Kerston released his grip on Narilian and handed the tattered leather bag in his hand to Balz, the Ministry of Magic official who was collecting the door keys.

After shaking his head to regain consciousness, Cedric quickly approached Kerston and carefully looked at Nalilian on his back, "Are you okay, Lilian?"

Nalilian nodded to him with tears in her eyes and a pale face, "I'm fine, Sede."

She just wanted to vomit, but she vomited on Kerston and that was it.

"Have some candy," Cedric looked at her with heartache, peeled a candy and fed it to her mouth.

Kerston waited for Nalilian to recover, glanced around, and then his eyes accidentally met with Balz. Balz gave him a strange look with an expression on his face -

An expression that is a mixture of sympathy of "a girlfriend who takes care of you so much has found a rival for you" and anger of "why don't you fight for it when your rival is already here?"

Kersten calmly looked away.

When Nalilian recovered, Kersten carried her to the camp assigned by the Ministry of Magic.

Because of Kxton's assistant coaching position in Ireland and his close financial relationship with Ludo Bagman, the Sports Department assigned him a camp very close to the stadium.

So, Nalilian, who was dizzy, found herself walking from a wilderness into a strange tent camp.

Every tent here has the word luxury written all over it in the style of imitating a palace or castle.

Nalilian's attention was drawn to it. Apart from the wizard, no one had ever put so much effort into the tent.

Until she saw a silver-green tent with a family crest printed on it - two dragons climbing on a shield, and in front of the tent was a small garden with two white peacocks embracing each other.

Narilla was still wondering who had the time to raise a peacock during the Quidditch final when a golden, evil-looking head popped out of the tent.

Draco Malfoy.

He had a relaxed and happy expression on his face, as if to say, "Who could live closer to the stadium than him?"

But when he saw her, especially when Kersten carried her on his back to the previously empty campsite in front of their tent but closer to the Quidditch pitch, his face twisted and he glared at her.

An expression that said, "How could someone like you who is supposed to look up to me deserve to live in a better place than me?"

When Cedric took out an ordinary Muggle tent from his backpack and set it up, the expression on his face relaxed and he sneered.

But the next second, the Irish team members came over and hugged them, shouting "Assistant Coach Ende", "Miss Nalilian" and "Unknown person" from afar.

"Is Miss Nalilian feeling unwell?" Connolly asked with particular concern.

Nallilian saw Malfoy's face twisted again, still extremely like he was about to scream.

His expression changed so quickly that Nalilian couldn't help but pray for him—

Pray that he loses the ability to neuroregulate facial expressions soon!

*

The first match of the quarterfinals is between Bulgaria and Greece.

While dinner was going on, Nalilian was going to watch the game with Kersten and Cedric.

She was led by Cedric to her seat in the gymnasium. As soon as she sat down, Cedric fed her some fruits and snacks for dinner, and the Bulgarian team's Seeker surpassed the Greek team's Seeker at an extremely fast speed, grabbed the Golden Snitch, and won the game.

The whole audience stood up and applauded him, shouting "Krum! Krum!" so loud that it could have overturned the stadium.

Nalilian was awakened by the noise and saw a boy wearing a red, green and white striped Quidditch uniform high above the field, holding the Golden Snitch high in the air, illuminated by the lights and welcoming the cheers of the fans.

What hell color scheme?

Nalilian was thinking, and then she heard the fans cheering for him, and remembered that this Krum might come to Hogwarts to participate in the Goblet of Fire and then fall in love with Hermione.

She immediately looked carefully.

It was quite far away, so I couldn't see clearly. I could only see that his skin color was quite dark, which might not suit Hermione's aesthetic taste. After all, she liked Professor Lockhart's style.

But his ability and fame far surpass Ron's.

Nalilian began to feel moved.

If Hermione were with Krum, it would be perfect.

Just as Nalilian had begun to look at Krum with the eyes of someone choosing a son-in-law, she heard a low question in her ear, "Is Krum handsome, Lilian?"

Nalilian shuddered and quickly shook her head to Sede who was asking in her ear, "No, Sede."

He was her future son-in-law, how could she defile him?

Cedric smiled at her, but Nalilian understood that this was a look that required an explanation.

She immediately grabbed his hand and compared four fingers. "Krum is not even one ten-thousandth as handsome as you, Ced. I swear to Merlin, if I lie, I will be—"

"Okay, Lillian," Cedric took her hand, stopping her from continuing. "I believe you." He squeezed her fingertips.

Nalilian finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Cedric just wanted to tease her. However, Cedric gestured to Kerston behind her.

Rather than just teasing her, Kerston had to consider what to do with Krum if the Irish team met such a team.

Nalilian looked at Kerston and asked, "Assistant Professor Ende, what do you think of Krum?"

Amidst the cheers for Krum, Kersten remained calm, "Krum is excellent."

"But it's hard to say about his teammates."

Nalilian didn't watch the game, so she didn't know what was going on, but it was true that the Bulgarian team was a big threat, because the Irish coach asked him to leave before he even left the field.

She could only follow Ced back to the camp for dinner. After dinner, in order to help Ced wash the dishes, she went outside the tent to get the water that Keston had fetched early in the morning and brought it into the tent. She happened to see Malfoy pouring water into the trough for the white peacock he raised in the yard in front of his tent.

This reminded her of Harry letting Dobby, the Malfoys' house-elf, go free, and she laughed.

Without servants, the young master started doing the work of a servant.

"Are you laughing at me?" Draco heard it, dropped the small iron bucket with patterns and looked at her angrily.

"That's right," Nalilian admitted bluntly.

"You! Ha!" Draco had learned his lesson. He knew he would always encounter situations like this where there were too many people around and it would be hard to strike. He had specially learned how to taunt. "I know you envy me, a Mudblood, for having a pair of white peacocks and living in an ordinary tent."

"Envy?" Narilla tilted her head. "Mr. Malfoy, don't you know that peacocks have tails and tail feathers?"

"What do you mean?" Draco demanded.

"Both of your white peacocks have tail feathers," Nalilian said, "So not only do you have two male white peacocks, but they're also gay."

Draco's pale face froze.