HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

There were still bursts of exclamations outside the tent.

Nalilian's pupils constricted, and she snuggled up to Kersten, as if that could keep him here.

Kersten reached out and brushed her hair away, then spoke against the top of her head, "If—"

"No," Nalilian interrupted him directly, "Don't say that, please," her voice was filled with tears.

Kersten lowered his eyes and kissed the top of her head. "I will dedicate both the glory and the future to you."

He let go of her and stood up.

"He made it—! Judges, please give your score to our youngest warrior!"

Just then Bagman's voice came from outside the tent.

Nalilian shuddered.

*

"...Harry is amazing."

Lavender couldn't help but say as she saw Harry riding a rocket crossbow to get the Swedish short-nosed dragon's egg.

Behind her were cheering Gryffindors, shouting "Harry!" "Harry!", more intense than a Quidditch game.

Sirius had even stood up a moment ago to give them some instructions on how to cheer, but now he had run off, probably to see Harry.

"Next is Senior Ender," Hermione said.

The reason she didn't go down with Sirius to see Harry was to watch Senior Ender's game as well.

At this time, the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon was taken away and replaced by a black dragon with wings that was half the size of the one below.

It slowly exhaled towards the hundreds of spectators, raised its head and roared.

The cheers gradually died down and everyone gasped.

Hungarian tree peaks.

*

At the same time, in Diagon Alley, outside the door of Flourish and Blotts, there was a small black box with an LCD screen on it.

The wizards passing by kept looking over here.

"Will this work, Mr. Lupin," the store manager asked with concern.

"Don't worry, manager, it will work," Lupin, dressed in a simple wizard robe, stood next to the small black box.

He waited for the signal.

Seeing the green light on it, he pressed the button under the TV.

"Roar--!"

A screen was projected from the TV, showing a black dragon with its wings spread out, roaring and flying towards the audience of thousands of people.

All the wizards passing by stopped and watched.

"what is this?"

"Oh, the Hungarian Horntail, what a mature and beautiful female Jackie Chan, but why is she performing for people?! This is hurting her!"

"No, it wasn't a show! It was Hogwarts, and I saw my baby!"

"Then what does this mean?"

"Dear viewers," Bagman's voice came from the TV at this time. Those who have watched Quidditch were very familiar with this voice urging them to place a bet.

"Next up is our Hogwarts warrior, Kirsten Ender. This assistant coach for the Irish team shone brightly in the Quidditch World Cup. His victory as a substitute is still fresh in people's memory."

"Now he stands on the stage of the Triwizard Tournament, and he will face our big guy - the Hungarian Horntail!"

"It's the Triwizard Tournament!" someone responded. "The first event is today! The Daily Prophet wrote that Kersten Ender is the champion of Hogwarts."

"The Triwizard Tournament? Isn't it held at Hogwarts? Why can we see the Triwizard Tournament here?!"

"What is this? Why can I see what's happening in Hogwarts?"

*

"Look over there!"

When most people focused their attention on the Hungarian treetops, Parvati noticed the movement of the tent and quickly pointed in that direction.

"Senior Ende is out!"

Lavender and Hermione looked over.

Kerston opened the tent and walked out. He was wearing a black wizard robe and looked extremely small in front of the Hungarian Horntail.

"Can Senior Ende really do it?" Lavender asked worriedly.

Although Senior Ende's strength is obvious to all, the fire dragon he encountered was obviously the strongest among the four fire dragons.

Is it really going to be okay?

"Lillian!"

Parvati saw a small figure emerge from the tent again. It would be easy to miss if you didn't look carefully, but it was indeed -

Lillian.

Hermione stood up.

"Why is she there!" Lavender asked worriedly, "Will this be affected?"

"I'll go get her," Hermione said, turning and running downstairs.

"Hey! Hermione!"

Before Parvati could call out to her, Hermione disappeared.

When she reached the bottom of the auditorium, Hermione stopped.

Because Cedric was standing not far from the venue.

He held an eyeball-shaped alchemical object facing the venue, leaned against the wall, and quietly watched Nalilian leaning out from the edge of the tent.

He just watched and didn't go and call Lillian away?!

Hermione was furious.

Even if they broke up, they couldn't just watch Lillian in such danger!

Just as Hermione was about to take a step forward, she suddenly heard a calm voice in her ears, just like Professor Binns reading without any ripples -

"The black dragon is coming."

But in an instant, a strong burning sensation came over Hermione, and she turned her head subconsciously. When she looked around, she saw Kerston holding up his wand, aiming at the huge Hungarian Horntail.

At the front end of his magic wand, countless black flames gathered and rose up like a surging tide. In the blink of an eye, these black flames gradually condensed into a black flame dragon that was more than twice the size of a Hungarian Horntail.

The audience was so shocked by the astonishing scene that they forgot to breathe. They stared at the black flame dragon with wide eyes.

It slightly raised its massive head, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a roar even louder and more heart-shaking than that of the Hungarian Horntail: "Roar!"

Along with this roar, the raging black fire swept in all directions like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, carrying with it flying dust and strong winds.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the judging panel, saw this and his face changed. He stood up suddenly, quickly drew out his wand, pointed it towards the audience, and shouted, "Benefit all—!"

Before the audience could even utter a cry of surprise, a transparent magic barrier appeared in front of them like a solid shield dropped from the sky, blocking out the raging fire waves and wind.

Inside the venue, the Hungarian Horntail facing the Black Flame Dragon let out a shrill hiss.

This voice brought the shocked Hermione back to her senses. She looked at the protective barrier in front of her and subconsciously looked towards the tent.

Lillian!

But the rising black flames and dust waves failed to spread to the tent, and were all blocked in front of Kston.

Kerston stepped on the black flames and walked towards its nest step by step.

And as he approached, the Hungarian Treepeak lowered its head and let him take the golden eggs in its nest.

This scene is as shocking as King Arthur pulling out the sword from the stone.

Because he subdued the dragon.

*

An equally shocking scene took place outside Blooms and Blotts.

More and more wizards stayed outside. They stopped and watched the stern-faced black-haired young man release the black flame dragon, watched him walk step by step towards the Hungarian Horntail, and watched the Hungarian Horntail bow its head in submission.

Kirsten Ender.

The name that resounded throughout the wizarding world after winning the Quidditch World Cup has once again become another legend here.

*

"Lillian!"

After the black flames dissipated, Hermione ran into the tent and found Narielian.

She was sitting quietly in the tent, and when she heard her voice, she looked up at her.

"Hermione?"

Hermione went forward and hugged her, "Thank goodness, you're okay."

Nalilian lowered her head and shook her head, "What could happen to me?"

"The magic that Senior Ende used just now was so powerful," Hermione said with lingering fear.

If it weren't for Headmaster Dumbledore's barrier, she felt she would definitely be burned.

"He just used all his strength to deal with the dragon," Nalilian said.

Being behind Kerston, she had no real feeling for the black flames.

"This is already shocking enough," Hermione patted her shoulder, hoping that she would cheer up. "You know, the other warriors, uh, Fleur hypnotized the dragon, and she almost didn't get it because the dragon burned her after waking up. Fortunately, she acted quickly. Krum attacked the dragon with magic, but he made the dragon move around and crushed the dragon eggs. Harry used a flying broom to lure the dragon away and got the golden egg. No one got the dragon egg like Senior Ende did. It's as if-"

"It's like making a dragon submit."

After Hermione said this, the scene just now flashed through her mind, and a little fear arose in her heart. Until she heard a noise outside, she suddenly looked up.

Inside the venue, Kerston was walking towards this side with the golden egg.

Almost everyone's attention was on him, until he walked to the front of the tent, and the audience erupted in extremely warm applause and cheers -

"Kston—!" "Kston—!"

Bathed in honor and victory, Kerston entered the tent. His calm and indifferent expression made Hermione's heart tremble. She subconsciously tightened the wand in her hand and felt inexplicably fearful. When she came to her senses, she saw him handing the golden egg in his hand to Narielian.

Nalilian didn't accept it.

Kerston placed it beside her, leaned over and kissed the side of her face, then turned and re-entered.

Hermione watched him leave in shock and confusion.

Are they so close?

Or is it like this between siblings?

At this time, Narilean reached out and touched the golden egg. She opened it along the groove on the golden egg. A harsh sound came from inside, bringing Hermione back to her senses. She looked at the golden egg, but the golden egg was closed by Narilean the next second, and the harsh sound disappeared.

But Nalilian looked weary, as if she had witnessed something painful.

On the field, after Hungarian Treepeak was taken away for the curtain call, Kerston re-entered and was judged by the three headmasters and two Ministry of Magic officials on the judging panel.

"No one can get more than ten points!" Bagman announced. "Even though I know you all want to give this one a very high score!"

As he spoke, he was the first to give a full score of 10.

Madame Maxime gave it a very fair score of 10, Mr. Crouch also gave it a score of 10, and Karkaroff was unconvinced and only gave it a score of 8.

But Headmaster Dumbledore only gave it 4 points.

There were confused sighs from the audience.

Although Kston still ranks first in the total score, it is nothing compared to the carnival where Kston can get close to full marks!

It is not even worthy of the shock of the black flame dragon he summoned!

"Mr. Ende," Dumbledore said, looking at the Hogwarts warrior amidst the many sighs, his brows furrowed. "I hope you can avoid involving others next time."

Kersten simply responded, "Thank you for your teachings, Headmaster Dumbledore."

*

"This isn't right, this isn't fair! Senior Ende definitely deserves full marks!"

What infuriated Bixton even more was the young wizards who watched him make the Hungarian Horntail bow its head and get the golden egg.

This included Ron, who saw Harry about to fight the dragon, ran to hug him to repair their relationship after Harry left the field, and then was shocked by Kerstin's magic.

"What is Headmaster Dumbledore thinking!" he complained. "Master Ende deserves it for magic like that. He is a true warrior and genius! Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, you are worried. I didn't mean -"

After saying this, Ron realized that Harry was still beside him and quickly looked at him.

"It's okay," Harry said while holding the golden egg. He didn't mind being said to be weaker than Senior Ender at all.

Nothing would make him happier than Ron mending his relationship with him, except being with Nallylian.

"Actually, I think Headmaster Dumbledore did the right thing," said Hermione, who was on the other side of them.

"Oh, Hermione," Ron shook his head, "don't be such a killjoy."

"Just like you shouldn't keep mentioning house-elves, you know we don't like that."

"Harry wouldn't dislike it!" Hermione retorted angrily, but saw Harry quickly shaking his head at her, hoping she wouldn't make Ron angry again.

She could only sigh, "I just think what Headmaster Dumbledore said is right. This time, Senior Ende is really showing off. If it weren't for Headmaster Dumbledore, many other people in the audience would have been hurt. He could have used other methods..."

"Please," Ron interrupted her, "He's going to deal with Hungarian Treepeak. There's no better way than this. Can you be more tolerant of Senior Ende?" he said exaggeratedly.

"I just," Hermione pursed her lips, "I can't really put it into words, but..."

She is afraid of Senior Ende.

*

After receiving the hint for the second task, Narielian was sent back to the Gryffindor Common Room, following Kersten, who was holding the golden egg.

At this time, Furong caught up and asked, "Can we talk alone?"

It was Kerston she was looking at.

Nalilian naturally knew what she meant and let go of Kerston's hand, but he held it tightly.

Kersten looked at Fleur, "Just say it."

"Um," Fleur paused, then said comfortingly, "I really like you. Maybe I can invite you to the Christmas ball this year?"

Kersten looked at Narilian.

She turned her head away and didn't look at him. She had no interest in Furong's words or people.

He said, "Sorry, no."