HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Forget it."

Nariel chose to give up on what the Weasley twins proposed.

She has other things going on.

After breakfast was over, everyone else started to disperse. Parvati took Lavender to Ravenclaw to talk to her sister, while Narielian and Hermione stayed in the hall, waiting.

Until Harry showed up in the Great Hall.

He glanced up at the auditorium and stopped in the foyer.

The people passing by also saw Harry, but few of them smiled and showed a hint of hostility towards him.

For them, Harry, who broke the age limit and put his name into the Goblet of Fire to become the fourth champion, only brought them a sense of unfairness.

"Harry! This way!"

Hermione waved to him then.

Only then did Harry notice Hermione who remained at the Gryffindor table, and his gaze stopped at Narilla.

She is also dressed very beautifully today.

When he met Nalilian's gaze, he came to his senses and hurried over. He saw a rich breakfast left on the plate on their table.

He was startled, his eyes a little hot, "You haven't eaten yet?"

Hermione pulled him to sit down, "Not yet. I'll be waiting for you."

Nalilian pushed the plate towards him and said, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I just picked a few simple things."

Harry glanced at the food on his plate but didn't expose Narielian's words because it contained what he usually ate.

He picked up the pumpkin pie and looked around, "Where's Ron?"

Hermione gave him a look that said, "Why don't you understand this?" "He left a long time ago."

Harry could probably guess a little but couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"Because he's jealous of you, of course," said Hermione.

"Jealous of me?" Harry took a deep breath. "If he could use his brain to think about it, he would know that this is not what I want. Why would I want to participate in this competition?"

"What makes you think he has a brain?" Hermione asked him back.

Harry held his breath and ate the pumpkin pie in his hand angrily.

"Do you need me to communicate with Ron?" asked Narielian, who had been watching Harry eat quietly.

"No," Harry shook his head quickly.

He knew that Nalilian was still worried about Senior Ende.

And the look in Senior Eun-deok's eyes that day...

"He won't listen," Hermione said as well.

She knew Ron too well, the kind of person who only looked at the surface of things.

The house-elf thing was one thing, Harry being forced into the contest was another.

"That's right," said Nalilian.

If behavior could be changed through words, she wouldn't have broken up with Kersten.

"Nailyn," Harry looked at her and realized now was not the time to worry about himself, "Are you okay?"

Narelle paused, lowered her head and asked, "Harry, how do you feel right now? When Ron doesn't listen to you at all?"

"He's stupid," Hermione said first.

Harry glanced at Hermione and replied, "He doesn't quite understand how I feel."

"What if Ron knew how you felt?" Nalilian asked, looking at the juice in front of her.

Harry's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but shout, "Na Lilian."

Do not be sad.

He looked at her, he had never seen her so vulnerable.

But no matter how she thought about it, she was experiencing the person closest to her doing the thing she least wanted him to do.

That's betrayal.

Thinking about it this way, what he had experienced was nothing. If it was her or Sirius who was participating in the competition now, he might feel even more uneasy.

"Whatever it is," it was Hermione who broke the silence, "if you're worried about Senior Ende, Lillian, then take action."

Hermione didn't know how to comfort Narielian, however.

"Don't be so frightened. Don't let yourself get caught up in these feelings. It won't help you at all."

"Yes," Harry nodded, "perhaps we can discuss the next competition. The next one will be on the 24th of this month."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Hermione said. "If you can't change it, just accept it."

"We accepted a dog-sized skrewt in Care of Magical Creatures, and had to visit it the next day to take notes," Harry said, watching Narellean's face.

"Uh, yes," Hermione said awkwardly, trying to pick up on Harry's joke, "It couldn't be harder to accept than this. It's a good thing you didn't go to Care of Magical Creatures."

Nalilian moved her fingers, finally sighed, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Sometimes, she is indeed too weak, too eager to maintain appearances, and always loses the courage to do anything.

But they are not lacking at all.

"Actually," she took a deep breath and began, "I know what the first project is."

"What?" Hermione and Harry looked at her in surprise.

"Fred and George told me," Nallylian said, spinning a lie without blinking. "They have a map called the Marauder's Map, which shows all the locations in Hogwarts and the names of the people in it."

"What kind of magic is used for this?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry glanced at her.

As expected of Hermione, she could easily think of things that poor students like them would never think about.

"I don't know what magic it is," Narilean said, "but there's a new, strange terrain on this Marauder's Map. They've been looking at it and overheard others say that a new area will be opened up here and that dragons will be brought here."

"dragon?!"

*

"You haven't slept all night."

When Kerston arrived at the tent set up in Cedric's prefect's dormitory, he saw Cedric sitting in the living room fiddling with the alchemical items he had given him. He noticed the scattered parts at his feet, the alchemical items that were almost formed, and his pale face, and concluded.

Cedric looked up at him from the pile of materials, "Is Lillian okay?"

"I came to the Great Hall for breakfast this morning, then went to the library with Granger and Potter," Kerston said.

"Okay," Cedric said, trying to get back to what he was doing.

"Don't kill yourself," Kersten said, turning on the TV on the coffee table.

The machine screen flickered, revealing the situation in the library—

The girl was wearing a light purple wizard robe with dark purple rose patterns on the edge. She sat in the corner with Harry and Hermione. Her hair was tied up and held in place by a sparkling diamond crown. A few strands of hair fell beside her tender and elegant cheeks, which was particularly eye-catching.

She was hunched over her desk, flipping through a book about dragons, and all the wizards in the library were looking at her.

Cedric looked up suddenly and stared at the girl on the screen.

Lillian...

"...Will she forgive me?"

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Cedric asked hoarsely.

Kersten paused, looking away from the screen and up at the ceiling.

After a long moment, he finally spoke, "She will."