When Pheobe faced off against Hermione and the others, she wanted to overpower these young wizards who held considerable sway at Hogwarts.
So she turned her Charm Magic up to full strength.
Ever since the wand inspection, Pheobe's Veela bloodline had been no secret.
Especially after she had openly used Charm Magic in the first task, interested parties had naturally studied it thoroughly.
The countermeasures were simple, too. As long as people deliberately kept their emotions in check, avoided looking Pheobe in the eye, and did not let affection stir, they could generally withstand it.
Hermione, Draco, Neville, and even the nearby Little Snakes could all ignore it.
But of the two who had just issued invitations, one was Krum, and the other was Ron, who had followed his idol over.
Their reactions were entirely different. Krum had eyes only for Hermione.
Ron, meanwhile, gazed at Pheobe with a besotted expression, looking as though he was about to drool.
Pheobe turned and glanced at the freckled wizard. Seeing him look ready to drop to his knees to invite her, she regarded him with the same disgust she would a slimy sea cucumber.
She did know that he had been accidentally caught by her Charm Magic.
Tongues clicked nearby as the spectators watched this thoroughly comical farce with relish.
Somewhat annoyed, Pheobe simply turned and left.
Once she was gone, Ron quickly recovered. Seeing the amused faces around him, his expression gradually turned ashen.
"I must have lost my mind. How could I do something like that?"
Ron hurriedly covered his face and fled in embarrassment.
Everyone only laughed at him briefly. After all, plenty of others nearby had made fools of themselves, too, and Jarvis from Ravenclaw regularly acted like a hopeless sycophant.
Then everyone turned their attention to the