HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

It was too ridiculous to ask other boys to play with her instead of Harry. Nalilian wanted to resist, but was pushed to Ernest by Kerston.

Ernest carried their bags and took her to the Herbology classroom and greenhouse outside the castle.

"Why did you agree to such a ridiculous thing?" After walking with the boy in silence for a while, Nalilian couldn't help but ask.

She remembered Ernest MacMillan, who was in the same class as her and was an eight-hearted target. He had blond hair, good looks, delicate features, and was a pureblood.

What she remembered most about him was that his grades were better than hers; he was the second-best student in the first grade.

How could he accept this?

"Senior Digory and Senior Ender helped me a lot," Ernest explained immediately.

Could this also be the reason why he agreed to come for the "blind date"?

For the first time, she discovered that Hufflepuff was so united and loving. The older students protected the younger students, and the younger students admired the older students. It didn't seem to be a particularly good thing.

It was actually possible to make the other party do such an outrageous thing.

While she was thinking about how to communicate with him, Ernest didn't seem to mind the silent atmosphere between them and would remind her when she encountered steps.

This made Nalilian feel more and more guilty.

Kxton is really guilty.

Soon they arrived at the greenhouse. There were many people waiting outside the greenhouse, waiting for Professor Sprout, their Herbology professor, to open the greenhouse door.

Ernest took Nalilian to a more secluded corner to prevent her from being squeezed by others, and slightly tilted his body to block the wind for her.

It was still quite cold outside the castle in the morning.

"Hey, Ernie, what did the seniors ask you to do?"

However, they didn't wait for the professor first, but instead waited for Ernest's friend, a handsome black-haired Hufflepuff boy.

He put his arm around Ernest's back and asked his friend enthusiastically. Then, when he saw Nalilian being blocked by Ernest, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"I know you, Nalilian Ende, Senior Ende's beloved sister, that--uh!" When he was about to say Nalilian's nickname, Ernest covered his mouth.

"This is Justin Finch-Fletchley, my roommate."

Ernest covered Justin's mouth and introduced him to the frightened Narilian with a forced smile, feeling glad that he didn't tell Justin the nickname they had passed on in private.

Otherwise they would definitely be punished by Senior Ende.

Nalilian looked at Justin, whose mouth was covered. She also remembered him.

Justin Finch-Fletchley, like Ernest, was a boy in her grade who entered Hufflepuff. He was also an eight-heart target, but he was a Muggle-born wizard with black curly hair and a handsome appearance that looked very romantic and playful.

I didn't expect his personality to be like this.

"Hello, Mr. Finch-Fletchley," Narilla said tentatively.

"Hello, Nalilian!" Justin pushed away Ernest's hand that was covering his, shook her hand, and said warmly, "Just call me Justin."

Facing the boy's big eyes with thick eyelashes, Nalilian couldn't help but look at their clasped hands.

He was indeed a Muggle-born wizard, because wizards don’t really like to shake hands.

"Let go of me," Ernest noticed Nalilian's gaze and quickly pulled Justin's hand, which was a very rude behavior.

Justin immediately let go of her hand and leaned in front of Nalilian.

"I heard that you are also from Muggle-born. Then, Nalilian, do you know the school that senior Ende used to attend?" Justin asked excitedly.

"I'm really curious, because I always feel that a senior like Ende must be very famous in the school he attends. Maybe I've heard rumors about him?"

Facing such an enlarged handsome face, Nalilian felt burdened.

It feels like he is a level 10 fanatic and crazy fan of Kexton, the kind of fan who turns black to the point of being a fan to the core.

"I think you should calm down."

Before she could answer, Ernest spoke, grabbed Justin's hair and pulled him away from Nalilian.

"It hurts, it hurts," Justin bent his waist and walked in the direction Ernest was pulling him, crying out in pain.

Nalilian looked at Ernest in shock. Was he so cruel?

She seems to be elegant and easy-going in every move.

Under her gaze, Ernest calmly let go of Justin, but with a slight blush on his face.

Justin covered his hair with an aggrieved expression, "I almost thought I was going bald!"

He was in so much pain that his eyes were watery like a puppy's. Nalilian involuntarily reached out her hand to touch him, but Ernest reminded her, "Professor Sprout is here."

Narilean's attention was immediately drawn to her and she looked up, but she didn't see the professor first. Instead, she saw Harry and the others who had just come out of the castle.

Meeting those sparkling green eyes, Nalilian and the other person were both startled and looked away, feeling very lost.

He didn't seem to mind that she was playing with someone else.

"The professor is over there," Ernest said and pointed out the location for her.

Nalilian was stunned when she saw Professor Sprout walking towards the lawn not far away.

In her impression, Professor Sprout was a plump, kind-faced lady. Although she always wore a patched magic hat, she was always clean and tidy, and exuded the fragrance of herbs.

But at this moment she was covered in mud and had a gloomy look on her face. Beside her was Professor Lockhart, their newly appointed professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He was dressed in a cyan wizard robe, clean and tidy, which made Professor Sprout look even more embarrassed.

"Hello everyone," the blond wizard greeted the little wizards with a smile when he saw them.

"Just now I showed Professor Sprout how to treat the Whomping Willow, but don't think I'm better than her. I was just lucky enough to have seen these rare plants during my travels."

Hearing this, Nalilian couldn't help but frown. What a strong smell of tea, this man is really a master at making tea.

"Professor Lockhart is really amazing!" Justin said with admiration.

This reminded Nalilian of something she had seen online before, saying that straight men have no resistance to green tea.

It appears to be true.

Professor Sprout was not in as good a mood as Professor Lockhart. After all, it was not difficult to see from the marks on her body that she was the one who treated the Whomping Willow, but the shameless Professor Lockhart took all the credit for it.

This gentle professor rarely responded to what Professor Lockhart said, but she did not expose Professor Lockhart either. She just waved and spoke to the little wizards who were looking at her.

"Go to the third greenhouse!"

The young wizards began to move towards the third greenhouse.

Justin was a little excited because he heard that the plants in the third greenhouse were very interesting.

He kept talking about this matter in Narilean's ear, but soon the topic turned to Professor Lockhart, whom he admired.

He proudly said that he had read Professor Lockhart's autobiography, and even his mother, who was unhappy with his admission to Hogwarts, had read Professor Lockhart's biography and changed her mind about the wizarding world.

However, Justin didn't become obsessed with Lockhart's book and buy it to read from the beginning.

It was because the more than ten textbooks that Professor Lockhart asked them to buy for his class were all biographies written by him.

This made Na Lilian reasonably suspect that the other party's coming to Hogwarts to teach was just one of his sales tactics.

What teaching? Maybe he just came here to make some money from the textbook fees of the little wizards. After all, the money in school is the easiest to make.

As for the quality of the books written by Professor Lockhart, after buying these books, Kerston glanced at a few pages and told her that there was no need to preview such garbage. Therefore, Na Lilian had never read them much and didn't know much about them.

She is not like Hermione. Without any encouragement, she basically won't study if she can avoid it.

Therefore, her understanding of Professor Lockhart was still that he was an eight-heart target.

He is handsome and well-known. He has published many books and received many honors, including the Order of Merlin, Third Class, and the Witch Weekly Most Charming Smile Award, which are not very valuable awards.

However, he was really popular among middle-aged and elderly wizard women. When he went to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore for a sales meeting, the bookstore was crowded with female wizards, which made Nalilian sigh that the wizarding world also had its own "scholars".

"But my parents don't think highly of him."

Ernest ignored the respect in his friend's words and said bluntly, "There are many places in his autobiography that seem to be exaggerated."

"When writing a book, there has to be some artistic element in it," Justin said nonchalantly.

"It's the same during our election campaigns. They talk about what they've done in a grandiose way. Otherwise, how can they get votes?"

"But he must have experienced it, right? Otherwise he couldn't have written it."

Listening to their argument, Narellean did not respond because she saw the exaggerated Professor Lockhart pull Harry aside before he entered the greenhouse.

Professor Lockhart seemed to like looking for Harry very much. He also took Harry away from Flourish and Blotts last time. No one knew what he wanted to do.

Nalilian thought about it, looked at the two people, one big and one small, a few more times, and decided to follow Ernest into the third greenhouse first.

The plants in the third greenhouse were indeed rarer. Umbrella-sized flowers hung from the ceiling of the greenhouse, emitting a rich fragrance. They were one of the many magical plants that Nalilian could not name.

Ernest took her to sit on the stool in front. Justin sat on her other side, looking around, and then leaned over to her ear and said that he didn't recognize many of the plants here, which won her strong recognition and favor.

It can be seen that although Justin is curious about everything, he is a poor student like her.

After they sat down, Professor Sprout took out more than twenty pairs of earmuffs. After Harry came in and sat down, she told them that today's Herbology class was to repot the mandrake.

She briefly introduced Mandrake to them. Mandrake is the raw material used to make a powerful recovery agent that can restore people who have been cursed to their original appearance.

But it is quite dangerous. When it is pulled out of the pot, it will make a crying sound, and this crying can be fatal, so they must wear earmuffs when moving mandrake.

So the earmuffs that the professor took out were snatched away, as no one wanted to wear the pink ones.

Justin was the fastest and grabbed three blue earmuffs of different shades. He gave the light one to Nalilian and put on the darkest one himself. Ernest had to wear the remaining one.

After everyone put on their earmuffs, Professor Sprout demonstrated on the stage how to repot the mandrake, allowing everyone to see that the roots of the mandrake buried in the soil were a doll with a human face.

Seeing the grassy face, Nalilian frowned.

The uncanny valley effect has occurred.

After the demonstration, Professor Sprout asked them to work in groups of four to start repotting the mandrakes.

Narilla was in a group with Ernest and two other Hufflepuff girls. Justine was separated from them. She said goodbye to her tearfully and then happily threw herself into the arms of her new friends.

And the group he went to was Harry's group.