HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Kxton, I just saw..."

"No, you didn't."

After being told so simply and rudely not to pry into their secrets, Nalilian was speechlessly led to the auditorium by Kston.

She climbed onto her seat and sat next to Cedric, leaning over to whisper in his ear, "Ced, do you know what the nutritional guidelines for Quidditch players are?"

Cedric, who was bringing her a plate, paused and shook his head apologetically, "I don't know, Lillian. I'm so sorry."

fraud.

Although Nalilian couldn't tell whether Cedric was lying or not, Kersten was exposed and he definitely knew it.

Maybe she's still with him.

But she has plenty of ways to deal with them.

After dinner, returning to the library, Narilean opened a book and said casually, "Ah, Quidditch!"

The two older boys who were sitting next to her and doing their homework froze, looked up at her, and when they saw that she was still looking at the book, they continued to bury their heads in it.

Nalilian exclaimed again in a low voice, "Here are the nutrition guidelines!"

Kerston and Cedric paused, then looked up at Narilian again and found that she was still buried in the book. They exchanged a glance.

Kersten looked speechless, and Cedric couldn't help but laugh.

"Lillian," Cedric said as Nalilian was about to speak again, "I'll tell you."

Kersten said, "We're planning to write a book about Quidditch. Why don't you be involved?"

Write a book? Na Lilian was shocked.

They're only fifteen, right? And they're already planning to write a book!

For the first time, she felt that the gap between people could be so huge. When Maxton and Cedric were fifteen years old and writing books, she was only fifteen years old and could only make "Aba Aba".

Shouldn't she also write a novel called "Time Travel: My Brother and His Friends Are Hogwarts Dragon Aotian"?

Kerston took out a pile of books from under the desk, which included books about the wizarding world as well as books about the Muggle world.

The wizarding world's books were all about Quidditch, while the Muggle world's books were about football, basketball, rugby, and everything else.

“If you want to edit a book with us, you have to read all this,” he said.

Nalilian was very moved but refused, "No, Kersten, I still want to live."

She would die if she did so much English reading practice, so she should just focus on her studies.

At least that's more practical.

Kersten looked at Cedric, who smiled helplessly. They both knew she would be like this.

So the two of them started compiling the book without avoiding her. Kersten took out the parchment he had packed, and Narilla could see clearly that in addition to the players' nutritional guide, there were also Quidditch formation categories, players' training guides, and so on.

They were going to write a book about Quidditch?

But why read Muggle books?

Nallylian leaned over to watch curiously, and saw Kston marking on the book about Quidditch and the book about football, circling similar points and writing them on parchment, and then she suddenly understood.

It turned out that he wanted to introduce theoretical viewpoints from the Muggle world into the wizarding world.

This should be very novel to the wizarding world which had just been purged of Muggles by Voldemort, and it should be easy to sell.

He is truly a genius!

She watched quietly until she saw Kerston write a sentence and then delete and revise it. She quickly realized that this sentence was difficult to describe in words.

The location of this stretched ligament is indeed difficult to describe in words.

"Xton," she pulled Luxton's clothes and drafted on the paper, "like this, here."

She drew a cross, sketched the simple structure of the legs, and darkened the ligaments.

It's been a while since I last did some sketching, luckily she's still quite good at it.

When Kersten saw it, he paused and handed her drawing to Cedric.

"Lillian, you're amazing," Cedric praised with his eyes lighting up after seeing it.

Nalilian smirked.

But she didn't feel proud for long, because she heard Cedric say, "We are in need of an illustrator."

"Eh?"

Nalilian was stunned.

So that night, Nalilian was forced to draw ten illustrations.

Why only ten? Because each one has to be given to Kerston for revision.

And Kston is a very meticulous person. If she is not satisfied with anything, she will be asked to change it, such as the size of the thumb, and the style of the illustrations must remain consistent.

Nalilian doesn't understand why an artist's drawings and illustrations are inconsistent?!

She is going to die.

It was almost curfew when Narilean was sent back to the common room. The Gryffindors who passed by greeted her with a look of concern, asking, "Are you okay?"

After greeting them, she went straight back to the dormitory and saw Parvati sitting on the bed and Lavender in the bathroom.

Hermione didn't come back again...

Doesn't she want her anymore?

"Good evening, Parvati."

Narilean greeted her and lay down on the bed, complaining in her heart that Hermione should just live with the Polyjuice Potion. While lying down, she took out the key from the bedside lamp on the bedside table, opened the cabinet lock, and took out the notebook.

"Leen," she heard Tom call her as she touched the notebook.

"Good evening, Lillian," Parvati replied, biting her lip as she watched Nalilian holding the notebook.

Although Bieber told her that they couldn't be together yet because his current owner was Lillian, if she asked Lillian for it, Lillian would give it to her.

Lillian is very gentle and willing to give her anything. Last time she praised her hairband for being beautiful, she gave it to her.

She shouldn't refuse this notebook.

"The notebook," she began.

Nalilian paused and looked up at Parvati.

The girl's face was blurred behind the bed curtains.

She heard her say, "I've never seen you take it out."

Nalilian felt relieved and shook her head, "This is from when I was a kid. I used it to keep a diary."

"You're lying," Tom in the notebook whispered in her ear. "This is obviously mine."

"And it's not a diary."

Rather, it is a tool he uses to design others.

Nalilian lay back on the bed speechlessly, indicating that she didn't want to listen to him at all.

The best way to face fear is not to face it.

Tom smiled slightly, his soul running his fingers through Nalilian's hair, then looked at Parvati on the bed next to him with a cold gaze.

How dare she?

It seems he has to take some measures.

After Lavender came out of the bathroom, Nalilian got up and went to wash up. After washing up, she didn't see Hermione come back. She shook her head helplessly and sighed.

Hermione is really going to grow outside.

Nalilian was too tired, so she crawled into the quilt and fell asleep in a short while.

Dreamland.

A chandelier hung from the ceiling, surrounded by colorful glass windows, which reflected colorful fragments of light.

In the center is a bathtub made of white marble with steam rising from it. Beside the bathtub are about a hundred golden faucets inlaid with gems, spewing hot water.

There was a painting hanging on the wall, its frame gilded and shining with golden light. The painting showed a blonde mermaid lying on a rock, propping up her chin and watching the scene happening in the bathtub with great interest.

Nalilian was still conscious.

So she was furious.

Tom Riddle!

Is he crazy?

Isn't this the bathroom?!

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small theater

Tom: Who would write a diary if they were serious?