HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 235: Boldness, Behind the Scenes

The Quidditch World Cup is generally not a piss-worthy event for men, but it is basically a piss-worthy event for most women.

So a long line formed outside the women's restroom, but there was no one outside the men's restroom.

Cedric, who was waiting here, stood out from the crowd.

In contrast, the witches queuing up had a great viewing spot amidst their boredom—this young, beautiful, gentle-looking, rare, brown-haired handsome man who made people unable to help but stare at him.

But at this moment, the brown-haired handsome guy didn't care about being stared at at all. Perhaps he was already used to it. He looked at the women's bathroom with a worried look on his face.

How did Lillian stay in there for so long?

Could it be...constipation?

Just as Cedric was wondering if his recent cooking was all grilled and fried and lacking in green vegetables, a cry of surprise came from the women's bathroom.

"Oh sir! How dare you come here? This is so intrusive!"

"Sir, you can't bring your daughter here even if you want to!"

"Get out now, or we'll call the Aurors!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry—"

There was commotion inside, and Cedric became even more worried, but Nalilian ran out at this time and took his arm.

"Come on, Ced," said Nalilian.

Seeing this scene, many witches showed disappointed expressions.

Oh, it turns out that beautiful girl has a boyfriend.

"What happened in there?" Cedric couldn't help but ask as he was led out by Nalilian.

"Oh, nothing," Nalilian shook her head. "A pervert and his daughter broke into the women's restroom."

"That's terrible," Cedric frowned.

"Yes, luckily he knew he was a pervert and ran away," said Nalilian.

"Thank goodness," Cedric said softly, hearing her slightly cheerful tone.

Because Nalilian was leaning against him, Cedric didn't see that Nalilian's eyes were slightly heavy.

I couldn't tell whether I felt regret or fear for not being able to deal with Crouch Jr.

But as the black-haired Death Eater said, the next time they meet, they must kill each other and leave no trouble behind.

*

"Mr. Weasley."

After scaring away the Death Eaters who were making trouble and leaving only a few of them behind, Dumbledore saw Sirius's signal coming from afar. It was a strange communication method that he had agreed to use after dealing with Crouch Jr. He looked at the Weasley twins who were bruised and battered, and asked with some concern.

"Are you really going to the Quidditch World Cup without therapy?"

"No need," Fred said, patting his chest.

"Totally," George said, slapping Fred on the chest, causing Fred to cough, unable to bear the weight of his hand.

"Don't I need to tell anyone about this?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes," Fred nodded, looking like a hidden hero.

"We like to be behind the scenes," George said, and when Fred pretended to be, he added, "Even in love, we are good at handling things behind the scenes."

Then he was elbowed in the lung by Fred and started coughing.

"Then may I ask why you ran out?" Dumbledore asked, glancing at the Death Eaters on the ground, who were curled up like maggots and trying to escape, and casually threw a Imprisoning Spell, "You know, this is not a bathroom."

"Well," Fred's ears turned red, "let's go out for a walk and get some fresh air."

"Ahem," George said with a cough, "I'll be behind the scenes for a bit."

Fred kicked him straight up, "Behind you, you bastard!"

George punched him back, "You said, if this isn't behind the scenes, what is it?"

Hearing their words, Dumbledore turned serious. "Are you out because you're worried that the person you like will run away?"

"Who is this? Crouch Jr.? Miss Ender?"

The Weasley twins paused, looked at each other, and admitted in unison, "That's right."

"That's Crouch Jr."

"..." Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

Oh, so you like Miss Ende.

*

When Narilean and Cedric returned to the audience, they were glad that they hadn't wasted too much time. Neither team's Seekers had found the Golden Snitch yet, and the score was 100:20, with the Irish team in a very strong lead.

At the same time, it was Krum who was now following Kston, which meant that Kston was the one who knew the movements of the Golden Snitch.

The Irish team has an overwhelming advantage.

"Oh, there! There!"

Father, like son.

The fans with binoculars spotted the golden snitch resting on a small spot on the ground before the seekers.

And this was the target that Kxton dived towards.

Krum followed closely behind.

The Irish coach couldn't help but feel anxious.

Because their tactics were not based on the Seeker, after all, the other side had a talented Seeker like Krum.

But if Ender could catch the Snitch, nothing would be better!

[It seems that you are about to usher in a world-class honor]

At this moment, that voice sounded in the mind of Kerston, who was rushing in front.

【But I forgot to tell you, she was taken away by the Ministry of Magic】

Kerston froze.

Krum made up his mind and rushed towards the Golden Snitch.

He is determined to win.

Although I don’t know why he stopped, this is the fatal flaw he exposed!

With this slight advantage, Krum was able to get his finger closer to the Golden Snitch before Kronston.

"Oh……"

Fans who saw this scene couldn't help but sigh.

But just when Krum was about to touch the Golden Snitch, a gust of air blew over, and the Golden Snitch gently flew into the air along with the air flow, as if surrendering to the other party, and fell into Kronston's hands.

Krum showed an expression of disbelief.

The referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game.

"Kston—! Kston—!"

The whole audience burst into the loudest cheers!