HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Wow, kids these days are really ruthless."

After taking back the eavesdropping magic, Sirius was amazed that his old spells were still effective after he was locked up for so many years. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic couldn't even prevent it. When he heard Narilean say that if they did this, the Ministry of Magic would not let Crouch Jr. go easily, he couldn't help but sigh like this, and then he saw Dumbledore bringing Narilean out.

"Oh, they're coming out," Sirius brushed off the leaves on his body, "Let's go, Rael."

Regulus shook his head silently, "I'm not going."

After he said that, he turned and left.

But Sirius grabbed his arm.

"You're not," Sirius looked at his brother, his face, which had always been serious, expressionless, "You're not - going to save little Barty?"

He looked straight at him, his eyes as sharp and dangerous as a beast's.

Regulus' pupils shrank.

Sirius confirmed his guess, grabbed him tightly, and warned, "That won't do, Leir."

He brought him out not to let him break the law.

Regulus looked at him straight in the eye. He hadn't smiled since he saw Sirius, but suddenly he smiled. "You always thought I was your brother."

"What do you mean?" Sirius frowned when he realized something was wrong.

"That man is dead," Regulus put away his smile and took out his wand, "fell unconscious!"

Sirius let go of him, avoided the spell, took out his wand, and looked seriously at the person in front of him who was pointing his wand at him.

The person in front of him was clearly Regulus, so why did he say he was dead?

"What on earth do you mean?"

*

"How did Miss Ender find out about this?"

Dumbledore asked as he walked back to the gym with Narilla, and added before Narilla could speak, "Miss Ende, there's no need to lie to me. Kiki shouldn't be a gossipy house elf."

Narilean lowered her eyes. "Nothing can be hidden from you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore waited for her confession.

"Ever since I encountered Voldemort's Horcrux in my second year," Narilla said slowly, "I always have strange dreams."

Sorry, Harry.

Narilean lied, apologized in her heart, and glanced at Dumbledore.

His expression became serious.

He listened.

"During last term, I dreamt of Miss Bertha Jorkins."

Narilla continued, thinking about what Kiki had told her - Bertha Jorkins from the Sports Department was working for Crouch when she accidentally saw Winky talking to Crouch Jr., and was put under a forgetfulness spell by Crouch.

She continued to weave lies, "In that dream, I learned from this lady that Crouch Jr. was not only alive but had also escaped from prison. As you know, Professor Dumbledore, I know who his loyal subordinates are, so I began to ask Kiki to help me find out about this matter."

The lie came out in one breath, and Nalilian looked at the ground.

An ant was following the group and crawling towards a honeycomb dripping with honey. Unable to squeeze into the center, it climbed up from the weeds on the side and then jumped down.

It doesn't know whether it will die.

But this is the only path to success.

In fact, it was okay for her to confess to Headmaster Dumbledore that she was a time traveler.

This time, in order to kill Crouch Jr., she was completely taking advantage of the prestige of Headmaster Dumbledore to act recklessly. As Fudge said, by doing this, she was embarrassing the British Ministry of Magic in front of the whole world.

But she wanted to watch Kerston's game instead of confessing her identity as a time traveler and being taken away by Headmaster Dumbledore.

There was a long silence, and the only sound in the woods was the sound of them stepping on the fallen leaves.

After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore sighed and said, "Could you please discuss this with an old man like me before doing anything like this in the future?"

He chose to believe.

"You know how scared I was when I saw you being strangled by Mr. Crouch Jr. Maybe Mr. Ender would fight me to the death later."

If it weren't for the house-elf, he wouldn't have been so sure that he could save her.

Nalilian smiled. She had actually spent some heart points on the system to buy items, so she wasn't afraid that Crouch Jr. would take her hostage.

She said, "I believe you, Headmaster Dumbledore, you will save me. You are the greatest white wizard in the world."

Dumbledore shook his head and finally understood why Kersten was so strict with Narilla.

If she's not careful, she'll do something terrifying.

Like I could die for you at any time without you knowing.

"Miss Ende," he said softly, "there's no need to take risks when you encounter something you can't solve. Sometimes you can just leave it to us to handle."

She is just a third-grade wizard.

Nalilian pretended to be aggrieved and said, "I told you the first thing I did when I was about to take action, Headmaster Dumbledore. I didn't tell anyone else."

Look how much trust she puts in him.

"I thought you were inviting an old man like me to watch the game," Dumbledore thought of the invitation letter when he heard her say that and couldn't help but retort.

"If we go to the game now, doesn't that mean I invited you?" Na Lilian said, "I gave you a ticket, the top box."

Dumbledore laughed, how could she be so shameless? He looked at her, a short little girl with long hair, who was softer than he thought.

If Anna grew up like this...

"Miss Ende," he said, and was about to tell her not to do everything by herself, but he suddenly felt the fluctuation of magic in the distance, stopped and looked not far away.

The trees were thick with shadows, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"What's the matter, Professor Dumbledore?"

Narilean noticed something strange about Dumbledore.

"Nothing," Dumbledore said, looking away, "I just think I might not be able to accompany you to the game."

"Someone is here to pick you up," he didn't say the reason, but looked into the distance, and happened to hear a shout from there.

"Lillian!"

Nalilian looked into the distance.

The brown-haired young man appeared there suddenly. When he saw her, he ran towards her in a hurry, forgetting that he was a wizard who could change shape and form.

Nalilian paused, then suddenly grabbed Dumbledore's wizard robe as he was about to leave. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I have a problem that I can't solve right now, and I need your help."

Dumbledore: "...Hmm?"

Nalilian said, "Can you help me cover the bruises on my neck?"

"I'm afraid of being scolded."