HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"What exactly is going on?"

The Weasley twins came to the hall to eat after class and were dumbfounded to see Narellean and Ernest together. They avoided Harry and asked Ron and Hermione.

"Do you remember what you said?" Hermione asked back.

"What?" Fred asked, looking at his twin brother and feeling a bad premonition.

"It's about that dog," Ron said helplessly, "the dog that Kersten trained himself and brought to Nallylian."

"So the Hufflepuff is the dog?" Fred asked, receiving nods of confirmation from Ron and Hermione.

He looked disgusted. "I feel sick."

"Me too, man," George replied, frowning.

"Ender is really starting to go crazy," Fred said seriously.

"Couldn't agree more," George nodded.

"But it's better than Harry," Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

She really couldn't stand Harry's attitude. He didn't want to say a word when Narilean was mentioned. It wasn't like he had Narilean's autism.

"Harry has no interest in Nallylian," Ron corrected stubbornly.

He couldn't bear to see his brother being compared with Ernest. After all, Ernest could be said to be the boyfriend chosen by Kersten for Nalileen. But Harry did not admit that he liked Nalileen.

Comparing them makes Harry look cheap.

Although he felt that Harry's attitude towards Nariel was indeed a bit excessive.

"Oh, kids, now's the time to worry about that?" Fred said exaggeratedly.

They hadn't even started declaring war yet, and they were already fighting among themselves.

"If Nallylian only plays with Hufflepuff boys, then what's the difference between her and joining Hufflepuff?" George added.

Hermione and Ron were both shocked. To them, the issue of Narelle's ownership was a matter of principle.

"Actually, I've discovered that Ender has always wanted to exclude me from Narielian," Hermione said, feeling a little embarrassed.

Because when she was with Narilian and the others before, she was excluded by Kerston and Cedric, and she became emotionally unstable and vented her anger on Narilian.

Now that I think about it, Nalilian was very innocent. At that time, she needed the protection of those two seniors, and they also had to take care of her who was jealous. It must have been very hard.

"See, there's something wrong with this Ende," said Fred, narrowing his eyes.

"I think he wants to completely cut off contact between Harry and Nallylian this time," George gave their hypothesis.

However, they did not expect that the other party would actually find a boyfriend for Nalilian.

"He's getting back at Harry for his treatment of Nallylian," Fred concluded.

This person is really petty and holds a grudge.

"But he is Nalilian's brother after all, so we shouldn't interfere," Ron felt it was not a good idea to intervene in this matter.

"This is war, Ron!" said Fred unconvincedly.

He knew his brother too well and he always wanted to keep things peaceful.

"If Narielian really gets together with that Hufflepuff, she'll support the Hufflepuff team at every Quidditch match, she'll go to every Hufflepuff party, and she'll separate from us, quarrel with us, and even commit suicide to protect Hufflepuff. She'll never belong to Gryffindor again," George said, pointing his fingers and listing the things one by one.

"It shouldn't be that serious," Ron said speechlessly.

He knew his twin brother liked to exaggerate, after all, Nalilian would never commit suicide.

"No, we can't let Ende succeed, we have to get Nalilian back!"

Hermione was frightened and tended to support the Weasley twins, after all, Narelle was her friend.

"what should we do?"

"Persuade Harry to get back together with Nallylian," George suggested.

Since Harry was responsible for Nallylian's death, it was Harry's turn to do it.

"This is more difficult than just breaking up Nallylian and that Hufflepuff," Ron couldn't help but complain.

He was closer to Harry and understood him better. He knew very well that when Harry became stubborn, he was more stubborn than a bull and no one could change his mind.

"Anyway, we must find out why Harry treats Nallylian like that," Fred said, arousing everyone's curiosity that they didn't want to explore.

What happened to Harry?

Why do you treat Nalilian like that?

*

After dinner, Narilla and Ernest went for a walk by the lake. After chatting awkwardly for a while, they somehow got to talking about Professor Lockhart, and they started complaining about Professor Lockhart together very smoothly.

They hadn't been able to talk freely before because Justin, a huge fan of Professor Lockhart, was here, and now there was no need to hide their dislike for the professor.

Ernest frankly said that he didn't like the professor and felt that he was just seeking fame and reputation, and Na Lilian strongly agreed.

When Ernest imitated Professor Lockhart and said, "Don't think I'm any good," she couldn't help laughing.

She finally smiled. Ernest looked at the girl's smile and thought to himself, his heart softened. He couldn't help but say, "If you feel burdened, I can cooperate with you."

After all, he was sent by Senior Ende, and should be a constraint for her.

"No," Nalilian shook her head and looked at him, stunned.

The blond boy's eyes were also light gold, reflecting fragments of light in the sunlight, which made his gaze at her appear cautious.

It turned out that he had been watching her expression all the time.

Nalilian lowered her eyes. "I feel very relaxed. It's very interesting to talk to you."

"It's my honor," Ernest said when he heard the girl say that, his tone was gentler than he had ever heard it before.

Knowing he was being polite, Nalilian smiled and said, "Actually, I should ask you this. My brother asked you to take care of me. Are you under a lot of pressure?"

"Please don't think that," Ernest denied, looking at the girl's long, distinct eyelashes drooping. "I actually feel very lucky."

Senior Ende's commission was unexpected for him, and he could not refuse. After all, Senior Ende took great care of him, and he had actually prepared himself for the possibility of being treated coldly by Nalilian.

But unexpectedly, she didn't make things difficult for her.

Nalilian, the girl caged by her brother, is not a canary.

Nalilian raised her head and looked at him. Seeing that he was staring at her blankly, she smiled at him and said, "Call me Lilian."

"Okay," Ernest replied after coming back to his senses. His face was a little hot, and he called out in a softer voice, "Lillian."

"Yeah," Nalilian responded enthusiastically, her eyes curved as she called him, "Ernie."

This made the blond boy, who had always been reserved and elegant, blush.