HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 252 Day Student, Husband

When Cedric returned to the prefects' common room, a tent had been set up in the middle of the room.

Once inside the tent, the magic main light turns into an electric light, illuminating the entire tent.

On the sofa in the living room, Nalilian sat face to face with Kerston. She stared at Kerston with wide eyes and muttered, "Disguise, disguise..."

Kersten looked at her and asked, "Are you ready?"

Nalilian shuddered, grabbed his hand and shook her head, "Wait."

She muttered a few more times in disguise before slowly nodding, quite heroically, "Come on."

Kerston whispered, "Legendary."

Nalilian resisted for a while, but still felt the memories in her mind being stirred up.

But Kerston withdrew the spell the moment she couldn't resist.

Nalilian threw herself down on the sofa.

She is going to die.

Only then did Kerston look at Cedric.

Cedric walked over, looked down at Narielian and asked with a smile, "Are you learning Occlumency?"

Nalilian, who was sprawled on the sofa, glanced at him and said "hmm" weakly.

Kerston said, "Let's stop here for today and go wash up and get ready for bed."

Nalilian got up and walked out of the tent, going to the bathroom outside to wash up, looking unhappy.

Cedric watched her leave and asked worriedly, "Will this be too hard for Lillian?"

Lillian was losing her mojo, after all.

Kersten simply said, "She needs to learn."

After washing up, Nalilian came to her room, only to find that the bed had been replaced with a huge one that could easily accommodate four or five people.

That's too much.

Nalilian turned and ran out of the room.

In the living room, Cedric and Kersten continued their research project on the fiber optic spell.

She quietly ran to Said's room.

"There's only that one bed here, and the other rooms are filled with all sorts of machines."

As she reached the door, Kerston, who was casting a spell on the TV, spoke up, shattering her thoughts.

Cedric also looked up, "Lillian?"

"...Do we have to sleep together?" Under Cedric's gaze, Nalilian protested again.

Even sleepwalking is not necessary.

After all, she was sharing a tent with them now.

"Indeed, no need," Kerston said, looking at Cedric, "Ced, you can sleep on the bed outside."

Cedric: "...Let's go together, Lillian."

Nalilian: "...If you two want to sleep together, can you please not take me with you?"

After much tugging and struggling, the three of them finally lay on one bed.

Nalilian lay in the middle, forced to listen to the two talk about the next step.

"The simulation for Experiment Spell 32 only had a 21% transmission efficiency," Kersten said.

"Then we can modify the range with a fixed word, but there might be a conflict between the fixed words we're transmitting," Cedric said. "I'll look it up in a book tomorrow, or ask Professor Flitwick how to make these two sets of fixed words not conflict."

Knowledge is instilled into the brain in this form.

Nalilian buried her head in the quilt.

Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard chants sutras.

Then she fell asleep.

Knowledge is indeed hypnotic.

*

The next day during class, Nalilian enjoyed Cedric's breakfast and did not go to the auditorium. She was sent directly to the greenhouse with her schoolbag on her back for class.

I inexplicably feel like a day student.

"Lillian, are you really living with Senior Diggory?"

After Hermione received the message from Senior Ende, she didn't dare to go with Harry and Ron in the morning. This was a simple matter, she just had to get up earlier, after all, those two guys didn't like to get up early.

She saw her in the classroom and pulled her to sit with Lavender and Parvati to discuss the matter.

Lavender was super excited, "Living together, Lillian, you're so brave."

"But don't worry, we are all your staunch supporters and will never reveal any secrets."

"What are you thinking?" Nalilian said. "We're going to set up a tent in Said and sleep in our own rooms."

She looked at Hermione, "You know that tent, the one they put up for the Quidditch World Cup."

"Ah," Lavender made a disappointed sound, earning a smack from Parvati.

Hermione knew, but, "What happened?"

Why do you want to do this?

Narilla confessed, "I did this because the fugitive I helped the Ministry of Magic catch escaped again. Headmaster Dumbledore knew about it, so he agreed."

"What?!" Hermione was shocked.

What do you mean escaped again?

How could he escape? Didn't the Ministry of Magic catch him?

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Lavender asked quickly.

Hermione then told the story of how Narilla helped the Ministry of Magic catch the fugitive at the Quidditch World Cup.

Lavender looked at Nalilian with sympathy. She held her hand, which was cold, and said, "Lillian, you are so pitiful."

Nalilian pulled her hand back. She was very sensitive about this now. "I don't think anything is wrong."

"But why did this fugitive escape again?" Hermione couldn't understand this.

"What's the big deal," said Lavender. "If he could escape from the Ministry once, wouldn't he be able to do it a second time?"

"No," said Parvati, who had been listening quietly, "Hermione wants to know what the Ministry of Magic does."

"This is outrageous," Hermione added angrily. "The Ministry of Magic has five hundred people, and there are only a few thousand wizards in the country. That's only a fraction of the total. How could they let this fugitive escape again?"

"Maybe they like playing the game of catch and run," Nalilian chuckled.

She was also speechless.

And she didn't have the courage to confess to them. She later fought with Crouch Jr. and almost died there.

The Ministry of Magic is truly unreliable.

"Well, come on, the Ministry of Magic hasn't been useless for a while." Seeing that the topic was boring, Lavender quickly interrupted and brought up the topic that interested her most, "Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, wow, he's so handsome!"

Parvati nodded in agreement, "Professor Black's looks are truly classy."

"Oh, don't," Hermione rolled her eyes, "You'll just be fooled by his appearance."

He is super unreliable.

"You dare say you weren't amazed when you saw him?" Lavender asked Hermione.

Hermione paused, then sighed under Lavender's searching gaze, "Okay, I admit, Sirius is really handsome."

Who knew he'd look so, uh, surprising after shaving.

"But he just went from being an unreliable adult to being an unreliable handsome guy," she emphasized.

"Correction, it's the handsome guy," Lavender said, "You know, Senior Diggory and Senior Ender are less popular than him."

She said as she glanced at Nalilian.

Nalilian looked uninterested.

"Of course, they're more popular," Parvati said helpfully, "and Senior Ende only loses in age."

And his crazy sister-con attribute.

"And Senior Diggory is a married man," Lavender also said quickly.

She was worried that Nallylian would be unhappy that Senior Diggory was so popular.

Although senior Diggory became more popular after he got a girlfriend, he became particularly taboo about contacting other girls and treated girls the same as boys, which made people more attracted to him.

Someone invented a word to describe this, called "husband feeling".

Nalilian just had an expression that said, "Whatever, don't talk to me about this, it's annoying, why hasn't the world been destroyed yet?"

"But Sirius has a lover," said Hermione. "A lover he loves very much."

She emphasized that she hoped they would not do anything stupid.

"Not really," said Lavender. "If he had a beloved lover, why would he dress up?"

Like Hermione said before, he should have kept the beard.

"I don't understand it either," Hermione said, lowering her voice. "All I know is that his lover died, and he spent six months looking for her grave."

"Ah," Lavender was surprised.

Could it be that Professor Black, a man who seems to have no shortage of women around him, would actually be loyal to one woman?

"That's a better chance, Lavender," Parvati said.

"Oh," Lavender responded, realizing what was happening. "That's right."

People are dead.

It is difficult for the dead to compete with the living.

"No," Hermione felt weak.

It's already like this, why are they still thinking about this kind of thing?

Narilean glanced at Hermione and said, "Professor Black is Harry's godfather. You want to confess your feelings to him. Do you want to become Harry's godmother?"

As she finished saying this, Harry and Ron were also entering Greenhouse No. 3 on time. They were both running out of breath, with bread still in their mouths. When they saw Hermione and Narellean, they hurried over.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron said, removing the saliva-stained bread from his mouth and taking out the textbook from Hermione's bag without any hesitation. "I forgot to bring my textbook. Can I borrow yours to take a look? I don't even know what this class is about."

Harry pushed the mints he had taken from the Great Hall to Hermione, saying, "Thanks." Then he moved closer to Ron to read together.

He didn't preview either.

Hermione was hit by a combination of skills that she had not prepared for: "..."

Lavender was struck by Ron and Harry's performance: "..."

Lavender looked at Nalilian with resentment, "Thank you, Lilian, for successfully making me lose all interest in Professor Black."

"You're welcome," Narilean said, taking the mint Hermione offered her and popping it into her mouth.