Three pairs of eyes were glued tightly to Isolde’s face.
Shock, astonishment, disbelief.
Three emotions intertwined into an airtight net, wrapping her up tightly.
Isolde felt her cheeks burning from the stares, and the tips of her ears were so red they were almost bleeding.
Hiss~
Were her preferences still too advanced?
But with someone as excellent as Bellatrix, quite a few people in her grade had a crush on her.
However, because of family background, grades, and various other reasons, no one dared to say it directly.
Little wizards matured relatively early, and now in the third grade, it was precisely the time when romantic feelings were stirring.
Vague affections would pop up at this time.
Isolde said, “Yes, you are too smart, I want to invite Bellatrix to attend the ball together.”
The moment her voice fell, the blonde roommate violently covered her mouth.
Her azure eyes widened roundly, and the scream about to spill out was forcibly swallowed back into her throat, only making a muffled “Mm” sound.
The little eagle wearing round-rimmed glasses had her hand pushing her glasses pause in mid-air, her pupils behind the lenses slightly dilated, and her breathing disrupted a bit.
Black.
Bellatrix Black.
She was the eldest The Handmaiden of a Pure-blood family, the outstanding talent of Slytherin, and the universally acknowledged proud daughter of heaven in the school, yet she also carried an air of aloof arrogance and sharpness that kept people thousands of miles away.
Isolde wanted to invite her to dance?
Hadn’t they fought a few duels and remained unconvinced?
“Shh—” Lucy reacted first, telling her sisters to keep their voices down.
She frowned, with obvious worry and incomprehension in her tone, eagerly pursuing the question:
“You, are you because you can’t stand her, wanting to compare with her at the ball? Wanting to use the ball to make trouble for her?”
In Lucy’s view, Isolde was still a polite, calm, and rational roommate who wouldn’t do reckless things.
However, inviting the same sex to dance at a ball?
Was she going to compare?
A challenge?
Or what other meaning?
She subconsciously felt that Isolde must be harboring a certain purpose, a purpose carrying provocation and hostility.
Isolde shook her head immediately, her tone eager and earnest:
“No.”
What kind of impression had she left on others!
Her gaze was clear and firm, without the slightest malice, clearly not as Lucy guessed.
The blonde roommate also came to her senses, leaned over, and blinked curiously.
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As soon as these words came out, Isolde almost spat out the drink in her mouth.
She abruptly raised her hand and gently patted the blonde roommate’s arm.
Her face wore an embarrassed smile between tears and laughter, and her tone carried a bit of accusation.
“Merlin! I’m not that vicious!”
“If I really did that, The Handmaiden Black would probably throw me straight into the Forbidden Forest tonight!”
She knew Bellatrix’s personality too well, arrogant and strong-willed, tolerating not a shred of provocation in her eyes.
If someone deliberately stepped on her foot at the ball, given her temper, she definitely wouldn’t let the matter rest, and the one who would suffer losses by then would only be herself.
Moreover, that was a fragrant capture target.
Her whole body was a treasure!
Who knows, she might suddenly give herself a big surprise, like a hidden quest.
If she could really conquer her, it would be even better~
Looking at Isolde’s appearance, Lucy only felt that the doubt in her heart grew heavier, and even more abnormal.
She released the sleeve of Isolde’s robe, took half a step back, her eyes full of complexity.
Pursuing the question: “Then why on earth do you want to invite her?”
She couldn’t figure out what on earth Isolde was plotting.
No hostility?
Isolde’s cheeks blushed even more from Lucy’s questioning, her hands clenching her skirt tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
Expressing her feelings in public?
A bit interesting.
She looked left and right, confirming that the surrounding classmates were all chatting among themselves and hadn’t noticed the commotion on this side.
Only then did she lower her voice and lean into her roommates’ ears.
“Aiya aiya… I can’t hide it anymore, then I’ll tell you quietly…”
Every word she spoke was clear, carrying hard-to-conceal shyness and heart-fluttering emotion:
“I like Bellatrix Black!”
This sentence was light, but like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it instantly stirred up towering waves in the hearts of the three roommates.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Isolde’s voice echoed repeatedly in their ears, every word like a small hammer, hitting hard upon the hearts of the three roommates.
The roommate wearing round-rimmed glasses had her sliding glasses drop directly onto the table, and she opened her mouth, uttering a few fragmented “Uh… Uh…”
Was this right?
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Was this reasonable?
Lucy was also stunned.
Like Bellatrix Black?
Isolde liked that eldest The Handmaiden Black, who was famous for her arrogance and sharpness?
This was simply even more outrageous and shocking than hearing a Troll reading a book in the Library!
In Hogwarts, liking the same gender was not something easily accepted to begin with, let alone the fact that the person she liked was Bellatrix Black.
This eldest The Handmaiden had always been sharp-edged, and her attitude towards others was always cold and aloof.
They competed every day in grades and strength, comparing back and forth.
And yet, this actually rubbed out feelings of love?
Love was truly a difficult thing to understand…
Isolde continued, “I know this sounds outrageous, and I struggled with it myself for a long time before I dared to tell you.”
She paused, looked up at her roommates, her eyes full of sincerity:
“Two years ago when I just entered school, the first time I saw her… She stood there, wearing the Slytherin robes, those gray eyes looked very clean, crossing her arms looking so arrogant.”
“I just felt that she was really dazzling.”
“These past two years, I worked desperately to learn magic, soaking in the Library and the Dueling Arena every day, just so I could get a little closer to her and let her see me.”
Isolde’s voice became softer and softer, these words having been thought over in her heart for a long time.
She hadn’t read few novels in her past life, throwing out these words like a confession essay.
She confessed frankly:
“I want to invite her to dance, not for provocation, not for a prank, just wanting to have a close-range contact with her once.”
“I really like her.”
As the voice fell, the air at the Ravenclaw long table remained stagnant, and the three roommates hadn’t recovered from this heaven-shaking secret.
But Isolde’s heart suddenly tightened, and she subconsciously followed her intuition to look towards the Slytherin long table diagonally ahead.
Her line of sight happened to meet a pair of light golden eyes.
It was Narcissa Black.
This newly enrolled first-year freshman, with her soft blonde hair draped over her shoulders, was holding a juice cup, thoughtfully looking over toward the Ravenclaw side, her gaze clear yet revealing a sharpness inconsistent with her age.
Giving off a leisurely and unhurried feeling.
Isolde’s heart skipped a beat; this was also a capture target.
She was all too clear on Narcissa’s weight.
Having just entered school for a year, relying on The Handmaiden Black’s identity, along with her own emotional and intellectual intelligence, she was like a fish in water in Slytherin.
The Pure-blood noble The Handmaidens she knew were countless, and even the upper-class student Lucius Malfoy often took the initiative to cozy up to her and talk, her connections being shockingly broad.
If a tiny bit of their conversation just now was overheard by Narcissa.
Within ten minutes, Madam Bellatrix would probably come straight to find her.