HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Kexton, Ced, aren't you going to Quidditch practice? What are you standing here for?"

As soon as Hufflepuff senior Cad Walladon came out of the bathroom, he saw his two younger classmates standing by the window. They had not gone to the Quidditch field either.

He looked over and saw the corridor below the window. There stood a blond boy in the corridor. He couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't that McMillan?"

He had heard a little about this outstanding junior, but he heard more about him from the enthusiastic junior in Finchley.

"What is he standing there for?" he asked.

He looked dull, totally different from the polite but intelligent McMillan junior's usual appearance.

"It seems like I've been confessed," Cedric said with a smile.

"How beautiful," Card sighed, "I really want to fall in love too."

"It's a pity that no one confessed their love to me on Valentine's Day. I really envy you guys."

I received so many love letters and gifts, and had complete freedom to choose. I was truly a winner in life.

Hearing him say this, Cedric comforted him, "Last time I heard a girl say she liked you, but maybe she's just not brave enough to say it, Cade."

"You're the only one who knows how to comfort others," Card said with a smile.

"Let's go to the Quidditch pitch," Kersten began, ending the subject.

The three of them walked on the way to the Quidditch field. Cade soon forgot about Ernest and grabbed a Hufflepuff on the road to chat.

Seeing that he was far away, Cedric spoke, "Is this really okay?"

He was worried, "McMillan is a pure-blood family."

Not many people know about this because McMillan is very low-key and rarely tells others about it.

“That’s good,” Kersten said.

Last Christmas, he didn't know why she was so bad, nor why she got better overnight.

But it's really nice to see her so lively.

"They can't be together," Cedric said, frowning.

"Sed, that's why I chose McMillan," Kerston said.

"Won't this hurt Lillian?" Cedric still disagreed.

He agreed to find McMillan just because he wanted to find someone the same age as Lillian to play with and take care of her.

She wasn't that relaxed in front of them, and they all knew it.

But he never thought they would actually fall in love.

"She knew about it, and she chose to do it this way," Kersten said.

She chose a relationship that was destined to fail.

"Don't be too protective of her. Lillian isn't as fragile as you think."

Seeing that Cedric wanted to say something else, he added another sentence.

"She broke up with Potter very cleanly."

She won't continue on a road that is impossible to walk on.

Cedric was stunned, thought for a moment and nodded, "You are right."

He was just worrying too much.

She was not a flower or plant that needed his careful care.

But he couldn't help but put her in that position.

"Ced, I need to worry more about my father," Kerston said, his brow furrowing as he watched the Quidditch pitch approaching. "He told me this Christmas that his company was chosen."

"I thought that would be nice," Cedric said, puzzled.

Isn't this an opportunity for the family to advance? It's something many people can't even hope for.

"That's bad, Ced," Kerston said.

That meant he had to return to the Muggle world, and so did Lillian.

"The worst part is, Lillian won't say no to anything Mom and Dad ask."

He knew how much Lillian tolerated his control over her, and how much she obeyed their parents' requests of her.

*

Nallylian ran back to the Gryffindor common room and brought lunch to Hermione.

Hermione was still doing her homework, while the two boys sitting next to her were slumped over in their seats, about to vomit.

They accumulated all the homework for the week and did it today.

Because if Hermione is there, she can help them correct and guide them.

Although teaching is more tiring than attending a lecture, Hermione did not look tired at all after teaching for several hours, while those who were attending the lecture were completely overwhelmed.

Very tired, in short, very tired.

"Is it time for lunch? I've lost track of time," said a dazed Ron, glancing at the sandwich and beef pie in Narilian's hand.

"If you go now, there might still be a few steaks left that you'd like to eat," Narilean said with a smile, placing the lunch she brought for Hermione on the table.

"If you want to eat steak, Ron, you'd better go to the Great Hall to eat by yourself. No one will bring you food," Hermione said mercilessly as she picked up the sandwich.

"Come on, Harry, I don't want to eat cold food," said Ron, standing up.

Harry nodded and stood up. As soon as he stood up, he saw the necklace around Narilian's neck.

It was a rose necklace.

He was stunned, and an indescribable feeling filled his heart.

This shouldn't have been given to her by her brother, because brothers rarely give their sisters things with symbolic meanings like roses.

Did she really take this with her just to go for a walk?

Who could have sent this?

Who is Nalilian going to walk with today?

Doubt seemed to be scratching at his heart, but Harry pursed his lips and didn't dare to ask, because he knew he was not qualified to ask.

He will definitely become more powerful, and then pursue Nalilian and get his brother's recognition.

He will also make himself safe before pursuing her.

There always seemed to be trouble around him, always dragging her into danger.

This is not okay.

After Harry and Ron left for the Great Hall, Narelle said goodbye to Hermione and returned to her dormitory.

Parvati and Lavender did not return to the dormitory.

She opened the panel of the love game.

[Target: Ernest MacMillan, Heart Value: 78 Hearts, Favorability Value: (Like)].

She never dared to look, because she knew that once she did, it would be as if she was calculating this relationship.

And she was not sincere enough in this relationship. She just felt relieved because it was impossible for Ernest to be with her.

And she is also taking advantage of this relationship.

That person probably won't be able to sit still.

She couldn't let him continue to hide in the dark, continue to spy on her life, like a dormant poisonous snake lurking with danger.

Nalilian closed the love game panel and went to the bedside, and sure enough, she saw a note on the pillow.

coming.

Nalilian took a deep breath and picked up the note.

Still an elegant lace font——

“Dear Nalilian, perhaps I have been too lax recently and let you do that.

But things don't go as you wish. Come to me, will you? by Tom Riddle"

Nalilian?

Seeing that title, Nalilian was stunned. Why did this person call her like that?

However, she held on to the note.

That's a declaration of war, right?

She won't lose.