HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Slytherin common room, cellar.

"Are they all crazy? They really don't know what's worth talking about when a Mudblood falls in love?" Draco was speechless.

His other two followers, Goyle and Blake, were sitting on the sofa stuffing food into their mouths. They looked at him in confusion when they heard what he said.

They actually received the message, but forgot it.

So who was Draco talking about?

"Has nothing major happened recently? Even something like this would reach us." Draco couldn't count on their ability to communicate, so he looked at Zabini beside him.

"Isn't this a good thing?" Zabini said with a smile as he put his legs on the table.

"McMillan is actually in a relationship with a Mudblood. Although I had already suspected it, it's interesting that it actually happened."

After all, he said he would make McMillan regret saying that.

This time he will be held accountable for what he said.

"Hey, Theodore, I remember your cousin is going to marry into the Macmillan family and enter Hogwarts next school year."

Zabini leaned back on the sofa and shouted directly with his head tilted upwards.

But Theodore Nott, who was sitting in a corner of the lounge reading a book, did not look up from his book when he heard him say this.

he asked, just looking at the book.

"Don't you care? Your future brother-in-law is dating a Mudblood," Zabini said jokingly.

"He'll end the relationship himself anyway," Theodore said coldly.

How could a pureblood like McMillan be with a Mudblood?

It’s okay to play around with it, but if it gets passed down to the family and family members get involved, McMillan will definitely be finished.

"But that mudblood will definitely cry if they break up," Draco said smugly.

That liar, he got angry when he thought about how she cheated him in the first grade.

After being used by her that time, he knew he shouldn't go to her again.

Slytherins never do anything that is not in their own interest, and being used like that once is shameful enough.

Fortunately, he was smart enough to save his face.

Master Malfoy had already attributed the fact that the Slytherins had acknowledged the conspiracy to frame Gryffindor to his own cleverness.

"We need to break them up quickly. I want to see her cry," Draco said, his chin tilted up.

Hadn't she done that to him?

He also wanted to see her cry out of sadness.

"Hurry up?" Zabini shook his head. "This won't ease the hatred in my heart, Draco."

"What do you mean?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

He certainly knew more about this than Zabini.

Zabini smirked, "We need to wait for them to have a good talk, a serious talk. The longer the talk, the better."

"Then let Theodore's cousin appear and completely shatter that mudblood's fantasy."

"Once Cousin Theodore's pureblood identity is revealed, that Mudblood will be ashamed of himself."

"Good idea!" Draco's eyes lit up. "If you need anything, I can also provide assistance, such as helping Theodore's cousin dress up beautifully for her appearance."

Although his father kept asking him to remember these pure-blood families, he still had no interest.

But when it comes to spending money, he is not at all vague.

As for Theodore Nott, the cousin of the protagonist they were discussing, he only replied a few words when Zabini asked him a question, and kept reading his book the whole time.

Zabini and Draco were already quite accustomed to his cold and withdrawn demeanor.

They began to talk heatedly about how to help the girl from the Nott family defeat that damn mudblood based on bloodline.

*

Not long after Nalilian came back, she saw Hermione and Parvati coming back from the dormitory happily, holding a thick roll of parchment in their hands and chattering.

Lavender followed them with a look of despair.

"What is that?" Nalilian couldn't help but ask.

"Professor Lockhart's new manuscript was given to them to read first," Lavender answered on behalf of the two Lockhart girls who had no time to pay attention to her.

She had the face of a drained office worker.

Nalilian frowned, "New manuscript?"

Professor Lockhart will write a new book?

"What's your name?" she asked.

"'Seize the secret before him!'" Hermione said excitedly.

"It tells the story of Professor Lockhart's adventures, who discovered the villain's secret before he released the basilisk and stopped him in time," Parvati added content of the book with satisfaction.

Nalilian was startled and rushed over to them to look at the manuscript.

The title of the manuscript was "before him, snatch secret".

Secret room!

Nalilian bit her lip.

"before him, snatch secret" palindrome means "in the chamber of secrets"!

in the chamber of secrets, secret room.

This is the same as rearranging the letters of Voldemort's name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, to form I am Lord Voldemort.

Nalilian took a deep breath.

She was going to find Harry.

She ran out of the dormitory and just as she entered the Gryffindor common room, she saw Harry standing outside the girls' dormitory.

"Harry?" Her eyes widened.

Why is he here?

It was already midnight and there were no one in the common room. He usually had Quidditch training, so he went to bed earlier than usual.

"Na Lilian," Harry said nervously.

Would she be hurt by what he was about to tell her?

"Accompany me to a place," Nalilian said, "I need your invisibility cloak."

Whatever reason he was here, she needed him now.

Harry swallowed his words, nodded quickly, and ran back to get his Invisibility Cloak.

By the time Harry came out with the Invisibility Cloak, there was no one outside the common room.

He saw Nalilian leaning against the fireplace, shrouded in the darkness of the night, only her cheeks were illuminated by the firelight, a warm orange color, making her eyes look so empty.

She seemed like she would pull away at any moment.

"Na Lilian?"

Harry panicked and called out to her.

"coming?"

Nalilian looked at him, and when her eyes really fell on him, he felt at ease.

What happened to him just now?

Harry was puzzled.

It feels like I might lose her at any moment.

Narilean strode out of the common room, "Come on, Harry."

She wants to finish that man off.

She is ready.