HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Harry was asked to take pictures and soon got feedback -

Harry's story appeared in the Daily Prophet.

"This boy-who-lived, who unexpectedly became a champion in the Triwizard Tournament, has been having nightmares and, I heard, predictions of bad luck. Could this be a signup to prove his mettle? How will he fare going forward? Rita Sturkey will continue to provide you with this report."

"Harry, so you've been having nightmares lately?"

Lavender, who had received the Daily Prophet, couldn't help but ask.

Parvati, who was watching from Lavender's side, laughed.

They all knew that he had been predicting bad things for them.

Harry looked at the textbook and didn't want to talk.

"But Senior Ende is really popular," said Parvati as she continued to flip through the newspaper.

Today's newspaper is almost entirely devoted to Kerston.

This reporter named Rita Sturkey started asking him questions from the moment he entered Hogwarts, and kept asking him about his feelings and plans for participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, this is also what the public wants to know. After all, no one has explored the story of this dark horse who emerged out of nowhere in the Quidditch World Cup.

Lavender couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Senior Ende will be on Wizard Weekly in the future?"

"You're the only one who feels this way?" Parvati said, "The smarter ones have already collected Senior Ende's signature and are ready to sell it for money.

Lavender looked worried. "But isn't Ender-senpai a Muggle-born wizard?"

The upper classes don't really acknowledge Muggle wizards.

Parvati shrugged, "Senior Ende has even been featured in the Daily Prophet. What objections could that group have?"

"Right, Hermione."

She looked at Hermione.

Hermione gestured for them to look at Narielian.

She was reading the newspaper, with no joy on her face.

Ever since the story about Professor Moody appeared in the newspaper, she and Lavender started subscribing to the Daily Prophet together.

"Lillian," Lavender couldn't help but advise, "You really don't need to worry so much about Senior Ende."

In fact, they all envied Hufflepuff for having Senior Ender. After all, if Harry was compared with Senior Ender, anyone who was not a fool would think that Senior Ender would win the competition.

At the same time, they didn't quite understand why Lillian considered this game so dangerous.

Nalilian stood up suddenly and walked outside.

"Lillian?!"

Lavender called out from behind her.

Nalilian turned a deaf ear.

She had to meet with Kersten.

"Where is she going?" Lavender couldn't help asking.

"Isn't it obvious?" Parvati took the newspaper in her hand, "It's obvious that he went to see Senior Ende."

Harry glanced at the thick book that Narielian had left behind.

"Lillian is still worried about Senior Ender," Parvati said.

I read books that are thicker than textbooks every day.

Lavender suddenly realized, "Is this what tsundere is?"

Parvati nodded.

Hermione frowned, "But class is about to start."

"Who cares?" Parvati said.

"Just skipping class," Lavender said.

*

"...So you skipped class to come here just for this?"

Fred asked in disbelief as he looked at Narielian who had skipped class and came to look for him outside the Charms classroom.

George frowned at her.

"Yeah," Nalilian nodded, "Your next class is Charms, right? I want to stay outside the door and wait for Kerston."

"Are you still planning to wait outside the door for a class?" Fred asked exaggeratedly.

George's face wrinkled.

Nalilian nodded.

"I'll go call him for you," George couldn't help but say, "Don't wait outside."

She was a little girl waiting outside the classroom, and it sounded pitiful.

George said and turned and went in. Nalilian was a little nervous.

Although she wanted to meet with Kerstin.

But if she really met Keston, what would she say?

She had severed ties with him so violently last time. Would he be angry? Would he refuse to see her?

Alas, by coming to see him like this, she was slapping herself in the face.

The more Nalilian thought about it, the more timid she became. She subconsciously glanced at the corridor.

"Did you have a fight with your brother?" Fred asked, coming up to her.

Nalilian paused and nodded.

"That must have been his fault," said Fred.

Nalilian lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"So you're still with Diggory?" Fred couldn't help but ask again.

"We broke up," Nalilian said frankly.

Fred's eyes lit up. "Then look at me—"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly opened his eyes and found that he couldn't make a sound.

Kersten walked out of the classroom door behind him and walked in front of Narilian, "Go somewhere else."

Nalilian nodded.

Fred grabbed Kston, thinking it was definitely this guy's doing, but Kston frowned and brushed him away. He could only watch Kston take Nalilian away.

He then looked at George who came out with Kerston and gestured to his mouth.

George raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you're under a silencing spell."

Fred nodded quickly.

Remove the curse from him quickly.

George, "Then you may have to attend class quietly from now on."

Who made him want to cause trouble when he was not around?

Fred, "..."

*

"……I was wrong."

Without waiting to stop, Nalilian followed behind Kersten, bowing her head and apologizing.

Kersten stopped.

Nalilian stopped a meter away from him.

"What I said before was all said in anger. Please don't be angry. I was just too impulsive at the time. I don't know if you can forgive me."

She said looking at the ground.

Kersten turned to look at her.

As she spoke these words, her voice didn't even tremble.

He felt that he was too ridiculous.

"Look at me, Nalilian Ende," he said.

Nalilian trembled and didn't dare to look up.

"It's not your fault this time," Kersten said. "Why are you apologizing?"

Nalilian lowered her head and said nothing.

"I never taught you to be so humble in front of feelings," Kersten looked at her.

Tears welled up in Nalilian's eyes, and she choked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"You won't listen no matter what I say, and you won't break off the relationship either."

"What do you want from me?"

Kersten spoke up, "If I don't listen, you can contact my mother and scold me."

"If I don't do it, you can join forces with Headmaster Dumbledore to stop me."

"I want to participate. You can use the pure blood of Slytherin to oppose me because I am a Muggle-born."

"You should have found a way to do it, instead of putting yourself in a difficult position and admitting your mistakes."

"I don't want Mom to worry," Nalilian's tears continued to flow, dripping down her cheeks to the ground, "I don't want you to get hurt..."

"Even though I'm hurting you?" Kersten asked.

Nalilian shook her head and burst into tears.

Kersten sighed, "Come here."

Nalilian didn't move.

Kersten walked over, half-knelt, and met her eyes.

"No one is more precious than yourself," he held her face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his palms. "Anyone who hurts you should watch him die indifferently."

"But you are different," Nalilian couldn't help but say as she looked into his eyes.

How could she possibly watch him die?

"No exceptions," Kersten said. "Don't give anyone the chance to hurt you again."

"No," Nalilian shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I can't do it."

"You can," Kersten pulled her into his arms, "You have to know that your brother loves you."

Nalilian shuddered and sobbed in her familiar embrace.

Kersten stroked her trembling back and said calmly, "Lillian, my love for you will never change."

"You can use it, trample it, and stomp it in the mud."

"Because your future must move in a direction that is beneficial to you. Anything that blocks you or hurts you must be eliminated."

"Or, use it to propel you to a higher position."