HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Chapter 232 Fear, Discovery

Crouch Jr....

Watching the flaxen-haired man at the entrance walking up, Nalilian let go of Cedric's hand and her face lost all color.

Why did Crouch Jr. run out?

Doubt flashed through her mind for a moment, and she shouted out the system store.

Exchange... Kill him...

Nalilian was a little panicked, but her thoughts and actions were moving. She said, "Sed, I want to go to the bathroom."

Cedric frowned and looked at Lillian, feeling as if he had just been sent away to buy a telescope.

"Will you go with me?" But before Cedric could ask, Nalilian added another sentence.

"Let's go," Cedric finally felt relieved and took Nalilian to the bathroom.

At this time, the Irish team scored a goal and the fans stood up and cheered.

Covered by the crowd, Nalilian took Cedric down the other side of the stairs. She saw Crouch Jr. walking up the other stairs step by step.

As they approached horizontally, Nalilian's heart beat rapidly, holding the alchemical item exchanged on the system, which contained the Avada Kedavra spell.

Fortunately, he passed them by.

When they arrived at the bathroom, Cedric was waiting outside. Nalilian went in and climbed out through the bathroom window.

Crouch Jr. must have come looking for her.

Nalilian ran to the gym.

She couldn't let him ruin this game.

She ran as fast as she could, and when she reached the entrance, the ticket seller looked at her in surprise.

"Miss, why didn't you come back with that gentleman?"

Nalilian said breathlessly, "He went back to the tent to get some clothes. It's a bit cold at night."

The ticket seller also responded, "Miss, you really should wear more clothes."

She looked pale with cold.

Nalilian thanked him and walked in, but she just stood at the door and looked towards the audience, and saw Crouch Jr. walking across the stairs and almost to their seats.

She couldn't outrun him, so she could only lure him out this way.

"Miss?" the conductor was puzzled.

"I want to wait for him here," Nalilian said, her fingers shaking slightly.

Without Headmaster Dumbledore's help, she would probably die.

"Miss," the conductor looked at her worriedly.

Is it that cold? She was shivering all over.

When Crouch Jr. arrived at the seat, he didn't see anyone. He turned around and looked around the room, his light-colored pupils quickly fixed on the black-haired girl at the entrance.

Nalilian turned and ran.

"Miss?"

The conductor's puzzled voice called out from behind her.

Nalilian didn't care about anything else. She ran madly, gasping for breath, and the smell of rust came from her lungs.

Run further, run further...

As she ran into the jungle, an arm was wrapped around her waist, hooking her.

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

A playful yet creepy voice rang in her ears.

"Ende," the other party read out her last name, "Miss."

Nalilian was forced to stop and coughed due to the arm around her waist. She felt her back pressed against his chest and her cheek against his warm jaw. She looked at his hand around her waist holding the wand, and then turned around and pressed the thing in his pocket against his arm.

"what?!"

Layer upon layer of ropes were wrapped around each other to tie up Crouch Jr.

As the other man was about to fall to the ground, Narilian didn't have time to break free from his restraints, but instead grabbed his wand, pulled it out and threw it away, falling to the ground with him.

"Snapped!"

Narilla threw his wand away, but she didn't feel the expected pain, and Crouch Jr. cushioned her fall.

"Are you so cruel to yourself?"

She lay on Crouch's chest, her hair on her cheeks wet with sweat, and she was breathing exhaustedly. Crouch's chest was shaking, and he stared at her as if he found it very interesting, teasing her for throwing away his wand when she could have just broken free from him.

"How can I kill you if I'm not ruthless?"

Nalilian spoke, her tone heavy.

She took the wrong prop. This was the prop for storing the binding spell, which she was going to use to catch him in the top box, not the prop for storing the Avada Kedavra curse that she had just prepared for Crouch Jr.

This made Crouch Jr. burst into laughter. Nalilian didn't bother to pay attention to this madman and struggled to get up.

But Crouch Jr.'s arms, which were under the binding spell, pressed her tightly.

"Why are you trying to kill me, Miss Ender?"

After laughing, Crouch Jr. looked at her struggle and asked her with amusement.

"You're a Death Eater," Narilean answered, frowning at the situation.

Crouch Jr. didn't know when he had grabbed her other hand tightly, completely restraining her.

"So," asked Crouch Jr., "Would Miss Ender like Death Eaters?"

"I will kill the Death Eaters," Narilean said.

Crouch Jr. couldn't help laughing again.

Madman, Nalilian frowned at him and tried to pull her arm out of his grasp.

"Don't struggle, Miss Ende," Crouch Jr. said with a smile, "I'm really excited."

Nalilian froze and scolded, "Disgusting."

"Miss Ende has never touched a man?" Crouch Jr. asked her, his light-colored pupils shining with a strange light.

"Then your boyfriend is really tolerant."

Nalilian chose not to talk to this kind of person. The more she paid attention to him, the crazier he would become.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Crouch Jr. said slowly, "A person who can endure this much should endure it until he dies."

Her pupils shrank.

"He's quite good-looking," Crouch Jr. said playfully. "Then throw him to Lestrange first. He's very good at playing with men. Then throw him to the werewolf. When he's infected, bring him to you. This might be more painful for him than giving him a heart-breaking blow—hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, tears coming out of his eyes.

As he laughed, Nalilian gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sound, "Mr. Crouch, thank you for making me realize how much you need to be killed."

After getting the Avada Kedavra curse that she had redeemed at the system store, she opened her hand and held the other person's hand.

Crouch Jr. felt something in his palm and saw green light bursting out from it. He was stunned, "Avada Kedavra?! Are you crazy? You will die too!"

Nalilian said nothing, just looked at him.

Looking into her dark eyes, Crouch Jr. could sense the madness surging beneath her calm surface.

As expected of a sister.

He wanted to laugh, to kiss her, but he quieted down as an idea came to his mind.

It wouldn't be bad if we died together.

"Remove the restraints!"

At the moment the spell took effect, a spell hit them, and Crouch Jr., who was freed from his restraints, threw the thing in Narilian's hand away.

The green magic hit the bird in the tree, and the bird fell to the ground and died.

"Lady," Crouch Jr. hugged the girl in his arms and clasped her hands, "it's better not to die."

He said, grabbing her cheek and kissing it.

The other party bit him directly, and he pried her lips open regardless of the consequences. Blood quickly spread between their lips, flowed along the corner of Crouch's mouth, across his jaw, and into his hair.

But he was soon separated by the newcomers.

"Have you drunk the love potion?" Regulus picked up Nalilian by the waist.

Crouch Jr. sat up and looked at Narielian who was held in Regulus's hand.

There was bright red blood on her mouth, her body was bound by Regulus's silent spell, her long hair hung messily beside her cheeks, and her eyes looked at them calmly and indifferently.

It was as if he was prepared to die if he was discovered.

How can you be so cute, sister.

Little Crouch reached out his hand to her and touched her cheek. He thought he would be bitten, but she paused and gently turned her face to his palm. His pupils shrank and he completely lost all thoughts. His thumb stroked the corner of her bloody lips, but he heard a voice in his ear——

"Collapse!"