HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Miss Ende, you don't have to be so nervous."

On the day when the first task of the Triwizard Tournament began, Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, was taking Kerston to the competition. Seeing that Narilian, who was following closely beside him, looked pale, he couldn't help but persuade her.

Because compared to Kerston who was actually going to compete, she looked like she was going to participate in the competition, her face was pale and transparent.

"Thank you, Professor Sprout," Narilean thanked her, tightening her grip on Kerston's fingers.

Kersten took her hand.

When they arrived at the competition tent, the other two warriors, Fleur and Krum, sat on either side with pale faces. They already knew the content of the competition.

Racing with a fire dragon, it’s the first time in your life, who wouldn’t be afraid?

After Professor Sprout sent them here, he said goodbye and left. Kerston took Nalilian to sit in the corner of the tent. He looked at her closed-off appearance and reached out to straighten her collar and scarf.

She tightened her grip on his fingers.

"It'll be okay," Kersten whispered. "You've seen it."

Nalilian looked at the back of his hand without saying a word.

At this time, Harry was also brought in by Professor McGonagall, and his complexion looked slightly better.

Kersten glanced at him.

He didn't even glance this way.

After Professor McGonagall left, Bagman came in and shook the purple silk bag in his hand at the group. "Alright everyone, we're about to start the first competition. You can come here and draw a small model. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention that your task is to pick up the golden egg."

Everyone's heart tightened and they stared at the cloth bag, except Kston.

He glanced at the silk bag, then at Bagman.

The other party smiled at him.

"Ladies first," Bagman said, handing the silk bag to Fleur.

Furong took out a green dragon model with trembling hands. It was the least dangerous Welsh green dragon. There was a number plate with "2" on it, which meant that she was the second to appear.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Krum was the second to draw, and he got the Chinese Fireball, but the number card was "1".

Of the two remaining Hogwarts Knights, Bagman gave Harry the third chance to draw. "You go first, boy."

Harry glanced at Kxton, reached in and pulled out a blue dragon model.

It's the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Nalilian's breath caught.

Only one remained – the Hungarian Horntail.

"That seems undisputed," Bagman said with a grin, dumping out the remaining model and tossing it to Kerston.

Kerston reached out and grabbed it.

This black dragon model has its wings spread out, a number four plate on its chest, and its teeth bared, looking very ferocious.

He brought it to her

"I hate dragons," Nalilian said with disgust, turning her face away.

Kerston put the model aside.

*

"Where's Lillian?"

As the auditorium gradually filled up, Lavender, who was holding a seat for Nalilian, waited and waited but no one showed up, so he couldn't help but stand up to look.

"Maybe he was scared and didn't come?" said Parvati.

"Your possibility is the most unlikely," Lavender said.

No matter what, Lillian wasn't going to miss Senior Ender's game.

Hermione stared at the tent at the side of the field, "She should be accompanying Senior Ender to that tent."

"That's it."

Before Lavender and Parvati could react, a magnetic voice confirmed her first. As a black shadow fell, a handsome face hidden by half-long hair appeared.

"Professor Black?" Lavender exclaimed in surprise.

Sirius narrowed his eyes and smiled, lifting the long wooden box in his hand. "Since Miss Ende is not coming, can I take this seat?"

"You can use it! We have no objection!" Lavender said quickly, "It would be a waste if Lillian didn't come anyway."

"Thank you very much," Sirius smiled.

"No," Lavender said, dazed.

Parvati rolled her eyes.

Hermione watched the scene nervously.

As the gate opened, a red fire dragon was pulled into the field.

The whole audience exclaimed.

Lavender's face turned pale as his attention was drawn to the field.

"Now I know why Lillian is so worried," Parvati murmured.

*

The people in the tent could hear the gasps and screams outside very clearly.

"Well, first up is Mr. Krum, right? Please follow me," Bagman said briskly.

Krum, who had drawn the first card, Chinese Fireball, stood up with drooping shoulders and followed Bagman out of the tent.

"Our first contestant is Viktor Krum of Durmstrang," Bagman's voice soon came, hosting the competition. "He will be battling the Chinese dragon, Fireball!"

The cheers and screams outside the tent were deafening.

The people in the tent had no intention of listening, but the voices continued to come in -

"...Oh my god, that was a really close call for him to do that," "...That's a great idea!" "No, he'd get hurt!" "Oh, he did it!"

Cheers and applause broke out at this moment.

"Excellent! Krum! Please give him your ratings, judges!"

Furong shuddered at this.

It was her turn next.

She took a deep breath and glanced back at Kerston.

The other person was looking at his sister, as if he didn't care at all about other people's affairs.

She went out.

"That's really not a very wise thing to do," Bagman's explanations continued, adding to the terrifying atmosphere. "Oh, it was so close. What a pity..."

But ten minutes later, the audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

"She's amazing! I'm sure the judges will give her high scores!"

Harry shuddered.

It was his turn next.

He took a deep breath and looked back at Nalilian.

She leaned against Kersten, her face pale and bloodless as she looked at the ground.

What was she thinking?

Would she... worry about him?

Harry suddenly found that he was not so nervous. Seeing her, he felt a little courage.

He should at least not behave so badly in front of her.

Harry walked out and stood in the middle of the field, watched by hundreds of people. Feeling a little dizzy, he focused on his target, the blue dragon across the field.

Then, as he had agreed with Sirius—

"Rocket crossbow coming!"

"Uh, Mr. Black?"

At this time, in the audience, Lavender noticed that the box next to Sirius was shaking.

"It's okay," Sirius said, reaching out and hooking the crate open.

When a crack appeared in the box, a rocket crossbow shot out from it, flew towards the field, and was held tightly in Harry's hand.

"Wow--!"

Everyone saw Harry flying high into the air on his rocket crossbow, heading towards the Swedish short-nosed dragon in the field.