HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Narilean brought Ernest to the medical wing to pick up Harry, and was very happy to know that Harry's bones had fully grown.

But she soon realized that bringing Ernest here was not a wise decision.

Because she was caught in the middle of the two.

And they don't talk, and when they want to talk, they talk together.

"Lillian, be careful on the steps," Ernest would whisper in her ear.

"Nailyn, there are steps here," Harry would gently pull on her wizard robes.

These two people took care of her like a child, but never said a word, which made her feel very confused.

Narilean was ready to break the awkward atmosphere, so she said to Harry, "Harry, do you know what Hermione and Ron are doing?"

"I asked them to come and see you, but they didn't want to. You know, this is very strange."

Harry paused, remembering that they had previously thought that Malfoy was behind the Chamber of Secrets, and Hermione had suggested making Polyjuice Potion, disguising themselves as Malfoy's two followers, and asking Malfoy about the Chamber of Secrets.

But there was no need to tell Nalilian about this.

He shook his head. "Maybe they were just reviewing their textbooks."

Okay, liar.

Nalilian rolled her eyes and wondered if she could find a good excuse, as she had been hanging out with them for a whole year and still didn't know their personalities.

Hermione might study for her textbooks, but Ron and he didn't do it at all!

Ernest noticed Nalilian's expression and said softly, "Lillian, how about we go and review the textbook with these friends of yours?"

Although he didn't want to see Potter, if Lillian wanted to be with her old friends, that was fine.

He could ignore Potter.

Harry glanced at Ernest.

The pretentious Hufflepuff, although not as annoying as Malfoy, is just as inconsiderate of other people's feelings.

Who is he to decide things for Nalilian?

Nallylian shook her head. "No, Ernie."

She didn't want to disturb Hermione and the others' secret.

"Na Lilian, where are we going next?"

Seeing that Nallylian rejected the Hufflepuff, Harry then asked.

He actually guessed where Hermione and the others might have gone to make Polyjuice Potion, and he wanted to go help, but he wanted to be with Narilian even more.

It didn't matter that Hufflepuff was around.

Hearing that Harry was going to rely on them, Ernest smiled and said sarcastically, "Potter, you should know that with your notorious reputation, people will avoid you wherever you go."

"Where else can we go besides the library?"

Harry froze, remembering that his reputation as the heir to the Chamber of Secrets certainly scared off a lot of people.

"It's okay, Harry," Narilean said quickly to comfort him, "The library is also very interesting. I happen to have a book that I'm very interested in."

Harry was stunned, and the urge to compete with Ernest subsided.

What is he doing?

Use his emotions to make Nalilian compromise for him?

There was still a certain danger in him, so he wasn't qualified to compete with that Hufflepuff.

He needed to take care of his own affairs and be clean with Nalilian without making her worry.

"No, Narilla," Harry looked at her and said, his green eyes clear and pure, "I've fallen behind on a lot of homework lately because of Quidditch training, and I need to go find Hermione and the others to catch up."

"Have fun."

He must crack the secret of the secret room.

*

Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, and Narilla followed Ernest to find Justin and go for a walk by the Black Lake as he had said.

As soon as Justin left the Hogwarts castle, he ran around like a dog with its chain off, and pounced on the little wizards he knew.

He has a wide circle of friends. Except for Slytherin, he knows people in every college. Especially since a new batch of first-year students have just arrived this academic year, he, as an enthusiastic senior, is very popular.

As for why he couldn't make friends with Slytherin, unfortunately, he was a Muggle-born wizard.

Unfortunately, the Slytherin group gathered by the Black Lake today.

Surrounded in the center was the platinum-haired Malfoy, standing out very conspicuously.

Narielian was completely ignored by him during this period. It seemed that he became very busy after joining the Slytherin Quidditch team and had no time to pay attention to her.

Malfoy was still followed by his two tall and strong followers, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe.

Next to him was a handsome, tall boy who seemed to be saying something to Malfoy.

Narielian knew him, Blaise Zabini, a pure-blood advocate who never associated with anyone other than pure-bloods.

It looks like they have to go back.

"Justin!" Nalilian called out to the Husky that ran away.

"Lillian!"

Justin, who was greeting the Hufflepuff first years, quickly looked up and saw Narielian waving at him. He left his fellow students and ran towards her.

Hufflepuff First Years: ...

Although I knew that Senior Justin had always been stupid, I didn't expect that he would actually be summoned away like a dog.

When Justin ran over, Narilean told him that she was leaving. Justin was a little depressed, so Narilean pointed to the group of Slytherins. He immediately nodded vigilantly and turned to follow her.

But some people don't want to let them go.

"What were you pointing at?"

The Slytherins called out to them.

Malfoy looked at them gloomily from the crowd. His two followers seemed a little confused about the situation, while Zabini came up.

He looked at Narilian and Justin and smiled contemptuously, "Muggles hanging out together really suits your characteristics."

"Lowly people should only be with lowly people."

"What did you say?!" Justin was furious and raised his fist to pounce, but Nalilian quickly grabbed the wizard's robe.

Ernest stood in front of Narilian, "Zabini, we don't want to cause trouble."

Zabini's expression darkened. "McMillan, you are truly a traitor to our purebloods."

"Look, it's one thing for you to go to Hufflepuff, but now you're hanging out with these Mudbloods."

"What a disgrace to the purebloods!"

Ernest's expression remained unchanged, but his tone grew colder. "Zabini, I believe that those who are unaware of their father's bloodline are unworthy of being called pure-bloods."

Zabini's mother had been widowed seven times.

Zabini drew his wand in a rage, "How dare you insult my mother!"

He pointed the wand at Ernest, and Ernest calmly drew out the wand.

Seeing that the two boys were about to fight, and Justin, who was held by Nallylian, was also shouting for Ernest to cheer up, she was overwhelmed, and then she saw Malfoy watching the show with a cold face.

She immediately yelled, "Malfoy!"

Draco was startled and looked at her with a frown, not knowing what this crazy girl was going to do.

Nally Lian shouted immediately, "Stop them, Malfoy! You know! The spell!"

Draco gritted his teeth, damn Gryffindor!

How dare she threaten him!