HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

When Hermione returned to her dormitory after saying goodbye to Harry and Ron in the common room, she saw Narilla writing a letter at her desk.

She seems to be obsessed with writing letters recently.

Was it addressed to Professor Lockhart?

"Lillian," Hermione called out, "Would you like to go with me and give Professor Lockhart a present?"

Thanks to Nallylian's successful integration into Professor Lockhart's support team with Hermione and Parvati, Hermione genuinely believed that Nallylian liked Professor Lockhart.

Then she would definitely want to get Professor Lockhart a gift.

"No need, Hermione," Narilean said happily, humming a little tune as she wrote a message in the letter.

Just now, when Ernest said goodbye to her, he secretly asked her if she could have a date recently.

Of course she had to respond.

So the next morning, Hermione and Parvati took their gifts and put them in front of the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, where there were already piles of gifts.

"I really don't understand why Lillian didn't choose to give a gift. I asked her about it."

Hermione said this to Parvati when she arrived with the gift.

Parvati said with embarrassment, "If she doesn't want to give it, then forget it. Professor Lockhart certainly doesn't need her gift anyway."

She knew why Lillian wouldn't give a gift, because she didn't like Professor Lockhart at all. She just cared about the soul of Professor Lockhart that was accidentally lost in the notebook, or even wanted to report him.

But that was not what she wanted to happen.

It would be better to keep Lillian away from Professor Lockhart.

After a good sleep, Lockhart saw the piles of gifts and started singing a little song in a happy mood.

His charm is indeed unmatched.

Except the owner...

Lockhart still remembered the curse engraved in his soul and did not dare to have any mental disturbance towards his master.

But as he came in second, he was still in a good mood and put away the gifts, checking them one by one, until he got Hermione's gift bag, pulled out the gift box from it, and a note fell out.

What did the little witch want to say to him? A confession?

Lockhart thought proudly, confident in his recent charm, that more and more girls in Hogwarts were falling in love with him.

Of course, this is also thanks to the guidance of his master, who gave him the charm that enabled him to capture the hearts of girls one after another.

Lockhart picked up the note, but his face turned pale after reading the words on it.

He subconsciously shouted, "Master, what should I do?"

But his master made no answer.

Since last Christmas, for some reason, his master always fell into a deep sleep, and the occasional wake-up call was to instruct him to spy on a little witch from Gryffindor.

He knew that this little witch must be very important to her master, because her master would look at her for a long time whenever he saw her.

So when the little witch had a secret boyfriend, the master couldn't sit still and asked him to call the little witch's roommate, who was also the master's follower, to send a warning to the little witch.

He thought that the little witch would take this as a warning and stop doing things that would irritate her master.

I didn’t expect that the other party would dare to send a note to provoke the owner!

He took the note and quickly went to his locked drawer to get out a notebook and put the note on the notebook.

"Master, this..."

Lockhart had been told by his master not to disturb him, or he would be punished, but facing the extremely painful punishment of absorption, his mind still worked.

"This is a note from that En De, Master."

He said quickly.

This way the owner won’t be angry.

Finally, a voice came from the notebook, "Put it down."

"I'm sorry, Master!" Lockhart fearfully placed the note on his notebook.

After a moment, a pearly ghost floated out of the notebook. Without looking at Lockhart who was kneeling on the ground, he picked up the note in the notebook.

There was a message written on the note.

"I get you, I got you."

Tom looked at the childish handwriting on the note and touched the paper.

Is this what you call catching him?

It is indeed different.

He looked at Lockhart, who was kneeling beside him, and ordered, "You do this."

Since she said that.

So why didn't he do that.

*

On the last day of the Easter holiday, while Kerston and Cedric were editing a book, Narielian sneaked out to find Ernest.

Kerston and Cedric have been busy editing books recently and have relaxed their management of her studies, only asking Nalilian to contribute a large number of illustrations.

After finishing the illustration, Nalilian said she was going to play with Ernest and Justin. After seeing the results of her work, Kersten let her go.

But Ernest didn't make an appointment with Justine. He was just waiting for her outside the empty classroom where they were editing the book.

"She's coming out," Ernest had been looking at the door. When he saw her come out, his eyes were fixed on her.

"Let's go to the Owlery," Nalilian said with a smile.

They made an appointment to go to the Owl House to see his owl.

The owl shed is located on the top floor of the west tower. The windows here are not equipped with glass to facilitate the entry and exit of owls.

As soon as the white owl Kane saw Narillian, he flew over. When the other owls saw her, they also chirped and flew over, and soon they crowded around Narillian.

"That's why I don't come here very often," Nalilian said helplessly to Ernest.

At this time, she was squeezed by a group of owls, and her small face was revealed among the owls' faces with wide eyes, looking very bored.

Ernest couldn't help but laugh, "Lillian, you're very popular with the owls."

"I'm glad they won't come after me in the morning when they deliver packages to the Great Hall," said Narilian, looking relieved.

As she said this, she sat down on the ground because she couldn't bear the weight of two owls on her shoulders.

Ernest frowned. "Get up, Lillian."

The floor was dirty, covered in owl feathers and droppings.

He held out his hand to her.

Nalilian took his hand, and seeing that he was looking at the owls around her very seriously, she pulled him with evil intentions.

"and many more!"

Ernest lost his balance and pounced on her, scaring away the owl next to Nalilian.

The house was full of startled owls, their flapping wings blocking the light and shadows cast from the window, and the faces of the two people were vaguely visible in the scattered shadows of the flying owls.

In his ears were the frantic cries of owls and in front of him were the feathers falling from their flapping wings, but Ernest only looked at the girl's face in the halo so close to him.

She looked at him with a smile, "Sorry, Ernie, my legs gave out and I pulled you down."

Liar, Ernest thought, and moved closer.

Their breaths intertwined, she became silent, he held his breath and kissed her lips.

Feeling the soft touch on her lips, Nalilian looked at the boy in front of her with his eyes closed. His long golden eyelashes fell on his slightly red cheeks like a small fan.

She closed her eyes too.