HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"That headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff is a Death Eater. I just saw them fighting."

After the Potions class, Harry went to hand in the homework assigned by Snape and brought back this news.

"No wonder Sirius told me to be careful of him," said Harry, "and Snape."

"He was originally a Death Eater too."

Hermione and Ron both took a deep breath.

"Death Eaters?"

"Would Headmaster Dumbledore employ such a person?"

The two felt incredible.

"No wonder he hates you," Ron said.

He had heard how arrogant the Death Eaters were when You-Know-Who was around, and Harry had defeated You-Know-Who.

Hermione was still skeptical, "But why did Snape get into Hogwarts?"

"Karkaroff can be the headmaster, what do you think?" Ron said.

Narilean glanced at Harry.

It turned out that although Sirius was invited by Dumbledore to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was still not trusted.

At least not telling him about Snape.

"That's totally different," Hermione still refused to accept it.

Headmaster Dumbledore is not someone who compromises easily.

"Lillian!"

At this time, Lavender and Parvati, who had finished cleaning the table in Potions class, walked out of the Potions classroom. Seeing the four people gathered together, the hatred for losing Professor Trelawney surged in her heart, and Lavender ran over and hugged Narilla.

"Let's go quickly and don't stay with these people who forced the professor to leave," she said as she pulled Nalilian away.

Now the Divination class has been changed to Fizeran, a centaur from the jungle. He once talked to Harry about Voldemort when he was in the first grade. The class method has changed from reading books to looking at the stars every day.

But it still involves calculating planetary orbits, and even adds knowledge of tarot cards and palmistry, which is a headache.

Fortunately, Kerston will help her with this part of the calculation.

But if she followed that bastard, he would make her learn even if she lost all her magic power.

When she exposed his and Ced's conspiracy to use Polyjuice Potion to take the exam for her, he still asked her to study, saying that if she didn't study now, she would never be able to pretend to be good enough in the future, and that would make her angry to death.

So Nalilian still hates divination classes.

Because of their love for Professor Trelawney, Lavender and Parvati were quite resistant to the new, good-looking centaur professor, and were not very interested in the Divination class.

"Lavender," Hermione couldn't believe she was still angry about it.

"But it's really not Harry's fault," Ron said. He thought Harry was quite innocent. "He was just being used by that reporter. Harry said he had no idea what the consequences of his words would be."

"But he's Professor Trelawney's favorite student!" Lavender said, hugging Nalillian. "Professor Trelawney praises him so much, and he misses her so much. He really has no conscience at all!"

Harry's expression froze when he heard this.

Nalilian gave him a look that made Harry, who was feeling nervous, feel as if his dignity had been stripped away by Lavender's words.

"How can I possibly like her?" he demanded. "Should I agree with her support for the prediction that I will suffer an ominous death, or should I be happy that she supports my prediction of bad things for myself?"

Lavender was startled.

"You haven't been prophesied, Lavender, so of course you don't know how it feels," Harry said.

He and Nalilian had suffered too much from being given bad predictions and feeling irritated.

"But I've had enough."

Lavender bit her lip. "You just drove Professor Trelawney away."

There was a cry in her voice.

Nalilian sighed, "I'll take her away first."

She pulls Lavender away.

At this time, Parvati came up with two school bags. Seeing Lavender's condition, she was surprised and wanted to ask, but Nalilian shook her head and took them away together.

Hermione looked at both sides, feeling torn, but she finally stayed with Harry.

*

At night, when Hermione returned to the dormitory, she saw Narielian sleeping in bed as usual.

She walked cautiously towards the bathroom, but stopped at the bathroom door. Lavender was standing inside.

"Hermione," Lavender called out to her as she was about to leave quietly.

Hermione froze.

In the past few months, Lavender had not called her by her name, and she was often referred to as "the group that forced the professor away."

Is she going to scold her?

"I'm sorry," Lavender said.

"What?" Hermione couldn't believe her ears.

"I meant to say I'm sorry," Lavender said, her voice rising.

Hermione turned and stared at her blankly.

"I've talked to Lillian," Lavender said with her head down. "I really didn't consider your feelings. You and Harry have a good relationship and take his death prediction very seriously. I just think Professor Trelawney is amazing and can help us avoid many things, but I ignored the feelings of the person whose death was predicted."

"Actually, Lillian is the same," Hermione said. "She's always been told by that professor that she's going to suffer a disaster, but a vague idea is just the beginning of anxiety. What's the point of such predictions?"

Lavender lowered her head, "So I already said I was sorry."

Hermione said, "Then why should I say no?"

Lavender was startled and looked up at her. Seeing that she was looking at her helplessly, she laughed.

"Thank you, Hermione," she said. "I think I know why Lillian wanted to be your friend."

"...Hearing this, I always feel that you have been trying to sow discord between me and Lillian behind my back?"

"hey-hey."