HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Sirius is awesome!"

After class, Ron announced that Sirius had officially become his favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, bar none.

Harry smiled widely.

"What about Professor Lupin?" asked Narilla.

Ron once said that his favorite professor was Lupin.

"Second," Ron said immediately.

Nalilian rolled her eyes.

Hermione left in a hurry without saying goodbye, saying she was going to the library.

Nalilian also saw Kerston who came to pick her up. After all, it was hard not to see him because he was surrounded by people. She quickly said goodbye and ran over.

"Is it Senior Ende who comes to pick up Nalilian now?" Ron said about his discovery.

After all, he hardly saw Senior Ende last semester.

"Should be," Harry said, watching Narielian walk over to Kersten and be led away by him, who picked up her schoolbag.

"They have such a good relationship," Ron exclaimed.

Anyway, his brother never picked him up once, let alone carried his schoolbag.

Harry felt a little regretful.

Because of this, he probably wouldn't meet Nalilian at night, as she usually studied with Senior Ende and Senior Diggory.

"Oh, Harry," Ron thought of something else, "Hermione's gone to study Arithmancy. What about our Divination homework?"

Harry: "...Let's go get the Divination stuff first."

The two boys came to the common room, which was crowded and noisy. They dropped their schoolbags there to reserve a seat and ran back to the dormitory to get the divination textbook "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" and props.

Then I was at a loss as to what to do with the divination charts that required calculations using formulas.

"These formulas," Ron said, beginning to collapse, "are like bullshit."

"Make it up," said Harry.

So they started making up stories: they might get burned on Monday, they might see a skrewt on Tuesday, and they might get stabbed in the back on Wednesday...

Because of Professor Trelawney's love of predicting other people's misfortunes, the stories they made became more and more tragic.

As Harry and Ron pondered the greater tragedy, Hermione entered the common room carrying a large trunk.

"I made it," she said excitedly, "Where's Lillian?"

She wanted to be the first to tell her.

"She was picked up by Senior Ende," Harry said, looking at the box she was holding, "What is this?"

Hermione opened the box and found fifty badges inside, each with the letters "S. P. E. W." on it.

"Vomiting?" Harry asked. "You joined a vomiting club?"

"It's not vomiting!" Hermione said angrily. "SP-EW, Society for the Advocate for House-Elves!"

"What's that?" said Ron. "I've never heard of it."

"Of course you haven't heard of it," said Hermione, "because I just started this and we're all going to be in it."

"Oh!" exclaimed Ron, understanding her thoughts. "Why didn't we include that, Harry? This is such a bummer."

"Ron!" Hermione shouted angrily, then said unconvincedly, "Anyway, I have the support of Senior Ende."

"Senior Ende?" Ron looked incredulous.

Harry, who was casually scratching his Divination homework, also looked at Hermione.

Having their attention, Hermione stopped talking about Senior Ender and said, "Our short-term goal is to use Dobby as a lever to guide the house-elves to realize that their treatment is unfair and to make them demand it."

Ron's mouth twitched. "They're dying to be slaves to wizards. How can you guide them?"

"Ron," said Hermione, with a look of "you're hopeless," "haven't you realised that wizards are enslaving house-elves—"

"Because they don't serve me!" Ron interrupted her with a roar. "Tell those people who have house-elves! Why should we be blamed?"

"Who enslaved the house elves, me or Harry? Who?!"

Hermione was startled, "Ron..."

Ron grabbed his bag and homework, turned around and ran back to the dormitory.

Harry glanced at him, then looked at Hermione and said soothingly, "Don't worry, he's just been driven crazy by the Divination homework."

He looked at the badge in the cardboard box she was holding. "What are you going to do?"

*

The divination homework is so difficult...

Nalilian took the form she needed to fill out for her divination class homework and lay down on the sofa with her head tilted back.

She hates formulas and arithmetic.

"what happened?"

Kerston, who had just gone to make her some juice, asked, placing the juice in his hand on the coffee table in front of her.

"I can't do it," Nalilian threw the homework sheet to him, "It's too difficult."

She glanced at him as she threw it.

If she dilly-dallyed and only did half of the work, would he scold her?

Kerston took the divination homework sheet and looked at it, then picked up her textbook and flipped through a few pages, then picked up a feather pen and began to fill in the homework like filling out a form.

Seeing that her homework was being helped, Nalilian quickly sat up, picked up the juice on the coffee table and drank it, while secretly glancing at Kxton.

He's really changed recently.

Don't force her to study.

The more I thought about her, the more uncomfortable I felt.

Was it because she was gradually losing her magic that made him more tolerant of her, or was it because he...

Before she had even finished half of her drink, Kersten slipped the parchment into his wizard robe. Nalilian paused when she saw it and whispered, "That's my homework..."

“Redo,” Kerston said.

He spoke in such a righteous tone that Nalilian couldn't help but kick him, "Why don't you give it to me?"

She didn't want to redo it.

Kerston said nothing, picked up another piece of parchment and began to write. Nalilian was silent, and he finished writing for her in a few minutes and threw it to her.

Nalilian picked it up and looked at it——

I will sleep well on Monday, be praised by the professor on Tuesday, eat happily on Wednesday, and encounter a sunny day worth going out for a walk on Thursday...

"...You obviously made that up," she said, putting the assignment in her bag.

Kersten sat down next to her and whispered, "It'll only get better."

Nalilian lowered her head, "Who can guarantee the future?"

Kersten looked at her hair swirl and said, "I can."

"...Arrogant," she just looked at her toes.

"I never lied to you," Kerston said.