Just Her?

Ever since classes began on Monday, Albert had been unable to avoid the other students at school. The title of Hogwarts Champion had brought him no small amount of trouble. Most students looked at him as though he were some rare animal, and whenever he walked through the corridors, he could always see and hear a large group of girls giggling foolishly. At mealtimes, girls often turned to stare at him, while the bolder ones came to ask Albert for autographs with handkerchiefs, schoolbags, and books in hand. It irritated him to no end. This was probably the price of being popular.

Viktor Krum had been the first among them to adapt to his role as a Champion. He was already a famous Quidditch star and had plenty of experience dealing with enthusiastic fans.

Fleur Delacour was like an exquisitely beautiful, unattainable flower. She became the center of attention wherever she went, yet no Hogwarts boy dared muster the courage to greet her. They only dared watch her from afar. The girls had no affection whatsoever for Miss Delacour and her Veela blood, but they merely whispered among themselves. Fleur had long since grown accustomed to the stares and gossip.

The Champion title affected Harry the most. Apart from Gryffindor students, the students from the other Houses had little kindness for Harry. His good friend Ron Weasley had even stopped speaking to him out of jealousy that he had become a Champion, and the two now acted like strangers. Other than Hermione, Harry was basically isolated and could barely find anyone he could talk to.

Malfoy and his lot from Slytherin had somehow gotten hold of a pile of green "Potter Stinks" badges. Whenever Harry passed through the corridors, students from the other Houses would stop him, make him look