HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 280 Bride Market, Do You Still Like It?

"Who would you choose, Ron or Krum?"

When they returned to the dormitory at night, while Hermione went to wash up, Narilian consulted Parvati and Lavender about this matter.

Lavender was being overly dramatic. "Is there any comparison between the two?"

"It must be Krum!"

"You know, Hermione is now the most envied girl in the school!"

"And Hermione likes Ron?" She was very strange and surprised. "I can't tell at all."

Narilean said, "I think so too, but Hermione is not getting it, and I'm worried."

"But Bulgaria isn't as good as you think," Parvati said as she was packing her clothes. "The customs there might not be very good."

"They like to sell their daughters over there."

"Selling a daughter?" Lavender's eyes widened.

"It's called the Bride Market," Parvati said. "Families there dress up their daughters, around fifteen, beautifully and put them in the market for men to choose from."

"Mad," Lavender couldn't help saying.

Nalilian's face was solemn. "Is it really okay to marry there?"

Parvati shook her head. "I don't know, Lillian. How many people do you think are as lucky as you?"

Nalilian was stunned.

Parvati looked at her, "I've always urged you to be with Senior Diggory."

"Because I could see that my mother was busy with housework and my female elders were trapped in the family."

"And our future will probably be like this too."

There was resignation and reluctance in her tone.

Lavender's eyes widened. "Parvati..."

Parvati looked at Nalilian and said, "Lililian, you will be different in the future. Your brother is very powerful. Your future status will definitely be beyond our reach."

"So don't forget about it."

Nalilian lowered her eyes, "Parvati, you think too highly of me..."

How could she do such a thing?

*

It was already nearing June when the Polyjuice Potion was prepared.

Nalilian was still missing one last thing—Kersten's hair.

It just so happened that Kersten's hair had grown long, and she asked him to get a haircut.

They found an abandoned classroom to cut hair and set up a mirror.

Nalilian cut his hair and stuffed it into her pocket as she cut.

Kersten watched her in the mirror.

As she gradually finished cutting, Kersten asked, "Have you thought about where you're going to live in the future?"

Nalilian was stunned, "What?"

Kersten looked at her and said, "I'm about to graduate and I'm planning to buy a house."

"Ah?" Nalilian was stunned again.

What a minority language this is.

"Did you make a lot of money?" she couldn't help asking.

Kersten said, "It's enough for you to squander for two lifetimes."

"Waste?" Nalilian lowered her head. "I won't waste."

"That's enough to last you ten lifetimes," Kerston said.

"What kind of person do you think I am who knows how to use money?" Nalilian couldn't help but say.

How can you use five lifetimes’ worth of money to offset one lifetime’s squandering?

Kersten reached out and took her hand, rubbing the back of her hand with his fingertips, and said, "So where do you want to live?"

Narilian was stunned, thought for a moment, and then said, "I hope you live near Diagon Alley."

Later when he has a family and children, it will be very convenient for him to be there.

"But what about you in the future?" Nallylian asked. "What kind of job do you want to do? Do you want to work in the Ministry of Magic?"

As for their involvement in Voldemort's affairs, it will definitely not go as they wish.

"Taking care of you," Kersten said, "not working."

Take care of her? Nalilian frowned and pulled her hand away from him. "Then do you want me to work and support you?"

Kerston raised his lips in a faint smile, "Okay."

*

On the night of testing Polyjuice Potion, Narilla and Hermione tried it in the abandoned classroom.

She was wearing a set of Kerston's robes. Since he often brought her back to the dormitory wearing a robe, she had a lot of his clothes in her closet.

She put the hair in Polyjuice Potion and drank it.

Nalilian clenched her fists with a painful feeling as if her bones were being pulled. When she opened her eyes, she was more than a head taller than Hermione.

"Hermione?" Narilean looked down at Hermione and called her. She felt nauseous and tears welled up in her eyes.

Polyjuice Potion tastes terrible.

Hermione blushed and quickly stepped back, "Stay away from me, Lillian."

She couldn't bear it at all, that senior Ende called her in such a tearful and fragile voice.

Nalilian, who was despised, felt wronged. She looked at the little black ball she brought and placed on the table.

It turned away from her.

She felt even more aggrieved and walked to the mirror. The face reflected in the mirror was exactly that of Kerston, with pale and deep features, but his eyes did not reveal his calmness, but melancholy.

It's very lethal.

"So," Nalilian said, "it's so heavy down there when a guy is down there."

The feeling of pressing against the fabric is particularly noticeable.

"Lillian!" Hermione couldn't help but shout.

What is she saying without restraint?

"Go, get out!" She pointed outside the ladies' room without even looking at her.

When Nalilian walked out, the little black ball spread its wings and flew over, landing beside her shoulder, not touching her at all.

She walked tentatively, still not used to Kxton's body, but because of her long legs, she unconsciously took longer steps, which was very uncomfortable.

But very powerful.

"That's great," Nalilian couldn't help but say.

His body was really healthy and strong, much better than hers.

The little black ball standing on her shoulder, who had turned away from looking at her, also turned his head to look at her.

Narilean walked down the stairs and did not go to find Cedric as she lied to Hermione. The other party would definitely be able to tell that this was not Keston. Instead, she turned into an empty classroom and planned to stay there for a while, waiting for the effect of the Polyjuice Potion to wear off.

But as soon as she turned into a corridor, someone followed her.

"Mr. Kersten..."

That thin, soft voice made Nalilian's heart skip a beat.

She will never forget...

Kova Lynch.

She turned around and met Kova's face.

Nalilian frowned at her.

"I haven't been able to find an opportunity," Kova said. "I really want to clarify something with you."

"I've broken up with Mallette."

Nalilian paused.

So?

Just because she broke up with him, should Kersten be haunted by her?

Kova continued, "Of course I didn't understand, but now I understand that I really like you, Mr. Kersten."

Nalilian couldn't help but ask, "Do you like me?"

"Yeah," Kova responded quickly.

"What do you like about me?" asked Nalilian.

"Ah?" Kova was stumped. "Uh, I like you. You're so gentle and take good care of your sister. And your competitions and your articles..."

She spoke haltingly.

Nalilian continued to ask, "If one day I no longer have all these, will you still love me?"

"If I become stupid, crazy, ugly, and have no money, will you still like me?"

Kova forced a smile, "Mr. Kerston, how could you be like that? You think too much."

Narilla smiled and said, "I will be Voldemort's enemy in the future and a thorn in his side. Are you really not afraid?"

"As my wife, I am likely to be targeted by him and killed by him."

Kova's pupils shrank, "You, you..."

"Are you sure you still like me?" Nalilian asked word by word.