HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

When Narilla walked out of the girls' dormitory, there was no one in the Gryffindor common room. She walked through there and out of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Lillian."

Ernest was waiting outside, leaning against the wall. When he saw her, he walked over to her, but when he got closer to her and saw her pale face, he showed worry.

"Lillian, are you feeling unwell?" he asked.

Nalilian shook her head, not wanting to answer.

"Are you worried that Senior Ende will find out about that?" Ernest asked.

Narelle was stunned. She was so troubled by Voldemort that she almost forgot to worry about how she would be punished if Kilston knew that she had secretly met Harry and appeared at the scene where Colin was petrified.

She nodded and told a lie.

Ernest looked at Nalilian who was following him. She had her eyes lowered, as if they were closed.

She was apparently very lively yesterday because she was not discovered by Senior Ende.

"Ernie," feeling his gaze, Nalilian knew that he had noticed her strange condition.

She then started the topic, "Where did you go yesterday afternoon?"

He hadn't gone to the library with them yesterday afternoon, even Justin had gone with her to catch up on his weekend homework.

Ernest replied without thinking, "I went to see Professor Sprout."

"What's wrong?" Nalilian couldn't help asking.

Professor Sprout is the head of Hufflepuff House. Ernest was called by her. Was he being scolded?

Because she had taken him to the Hospital Wing to visit Harry before?

Oh no, Ernest thought to himself, he didn't want to say it, but when Nalilian asked, he answered subconsciously.

He sighed, but still spoke, "I'll go ask Dean if Mandrake needs my help taking care of him."

"The dean asked me to help carry soil and fill the flower pots."

"Mandela?" Nalilian paused.

Ernest went to Professor Sprout to take care of the Mandrake, and the Mandrake could heal people who were petrified by the basilisk...

She guessed a possibility, "Do you feel guilty?"

"Yes," Ernest nodded helplessly. "I've always thought that if Creevey actually believed I was wrong, if I was holding that Gryffindor, he might not have been petrified."

"Because I'm a pure blood, the monster that came out of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets shouldn't harm pure bloods."

It was indeed the case, but she couldn't help but ask, "What if it does?"

She was very scared at the time.

Seeing Colin petrified and standing next to Ernest, she completely forgot that Ernest was a pureblood.

"If so," Ernest looked at her, "I wouldn't blame you for it, Lillian."

"This is my choice. I'm willing to take that risk. You don't have to blame yourself."

"And you've made it up to me."

Nalilian paused.

She remembered why she no longer hated her high school classmates.

Because she wants to live more freely.

If she only focuses on the hurt she has suffered, she will fall into the vicious circle of the past and shut out everyone's kindness.

But now that she thinks about it, she was in that situation all along because she was trying to win other people's favor for herself and because of her desire to go home.

She only felt wronged because of the difficulties.

She had nearly walked into Voldemort's trap, becoming someone who held on to the scars of the past.

Nalilian looked at Ernest.

He must be carrying a lot.

For example, his parents expected him to be a pure-blood, but he chose Hufflepuff and never told anyone that he was a pure-blood.

He chose what he wanted and never regretted it.

He lived for himself and never looked down on others.

He is a pure-blood, and he blames himself for not being able to protect Colin, a Muggle, and even the Muggles who are against him.

Live for yourself, there is no need to look down on anyone.

She really shouldn't have listened to the Dark Lord. He would only drag her heart into his abyss step by step.

Especially since he was the only person in the world who knew her true identity, she could easily be seduced by him into an extreme ideology.

*

"Lillian! Ernie!"

When Narilla followed Ernest to the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, Justin waved to them. He had saved the seat for them.

She sat down next to Justin, and Ernest followed and sat down next to her.

Not long after they started eating, they heard Justin being told by the Hufflepuff next to him that Colin had been petrified and was lying in the hospital wing.

Nalilian was so scared that she almost spit out a mouthful of milk.

She finally remembered the incident and her fear of being discovered by Kerston.

Nalilian looked at Ernest, and he gave her a croissant with a very calm expression, which made her a little crazy.

Is it time to eat?

If Kston and the others knew that they were at Colin's petrified site, it would be the end!

"This is too scary!"

Justin was old and timid, so he moved closer to Nalilian when he heard the news.

“Not only animals, but even people are starting to get affected!”

After being told by others, he trembled, worried that he would be the next one.

He turned around and spoke to the two witnesses, "Did you know? Colin Creevey, the Gryffindor first-year, was also infected!"

Nalilian and Ernest tacitly agreed not to speak.

"He's lying in the hospital wing, his life or death unknown!" Justin's face was filled with fear. "I heard he even grew cat hair!"

Huh?

Nalilian and Ernest were stunned.

What cat hair?

"His legs and feet were broken, in pieces," Justin said with sympathy and fear.

Nalilian and Ernest were silent.

Is this the legendary three people make a tiger?

"A Squib's cat, a Muggle-born wizard, the Heir of Slytherin is really going to kill the Muggle-born."

Justin cried desperately and leaned on Nalilian's shoulder, "What should we do, Lilian?"

Ernest shook his head. "It shouldn't be too serious. Headmaster Dumbledore said that this condition can be treated with mandrake."

"Get out of here! You damn pureblood!" Justin didn't believe it and leaned on Narilian's shoulder, glaring at him. "You can't even begin to understand how scared we are!"

"Right, Lillian..."

Nalilian calmly pushed his head away.

She can no longer use a knife and fork.

"Woo woo," Justin naturally came closer again, looking at her eagerly with his big brown eyes, "Lillian, should we get some self-defense amulets, exorcism items or something like that?"

"Or perhaps suggest that Hogwarts invite a priest to perform a ceremony?"

The monster in that secret room isn’t a demon, Nalilian complained in her heart.

"What is a priest?" Ernest asked with rare curiosity.

He knew it was something from the Muggle world.

“The spokesperson for the church,” Nalilian said.

But Ernest still didn't understand, so she changed her explanation, "Muggles are very fragile mentally. We choose to believe in an ideology, such as that doing good things will be rewarded."

"But not everyone supports this doctrine, so the rest of us call those who believe in it the church."

Ernest opened his eyes slightly. "This is amazing."

As magical as the creation of Hogwarts.

Because Hogwarts is a place where four different ideologies come together, embracing each other and coexisting with each other.

"That's right, it works," Justin babbled as Ernest pondered. "So let's go and make the suggestion, Lillian!"

"Stop dreaming. The church doesn't even have magic. How can it fight against magical creatures?" Nalilian ruthlessly broke his dream.

What's so effective? It's not a ritual.

"Ouch," Justin cried, "What should we do then? Does Lillian know any self-defense spells, or does Senior Ender know anything?"

"Lillian!"

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. As Justin was muttering, Kerston's voice came over, making Nalilian sit up straight.

What to do now?