Harry glanced sideways at the stunning beauty beside him, Elizabeth Xilieikesi.
Well, although she had never brought Harry any good news, it was still hard to dislike someone that beautiful.
Yes, that was just how a world that judged people by their looks worked.
Even if the girl Harry liked was Qiu.
Of course, not disliking her was one thing, but getting Harry to fawn over her like the other boys was impossible. Right then, he rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Miss Xilieikesi, you'd better not sit too close to me. Look at those admirers of yours. They're looking at me as if they want to kill me."
Harry wasn't lying. As soon as Xilieikesi sat down beside him, many pairs of eyes immediately turned their way, clearly belonging to people who had been watching her before. Saying they looked murderous as they stared at Harry might have been an exaggeration, but they certainly weren't friendly.
Xilieikesi froze slightly, clearly not having expected Harry to say something like that.
She knew people were always watching her, and she was very used to it. After all, she had been beautiful since childhood and had long since grown accustomed to people stopping to stare wherever she went.
Only when she stood beside Delacour were there fewer eyes on her. That was also why she liked walking with Delacour.
Unfortunately, Delacour wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch, so she hadn't come to watch these practice matches. Xilieikesi, on the other hand, was a devoted Quidditch fan. If there was a match she could avoid missing, she wouldn't miss it.
She was also somewhat surprised to run into Harry here.
Originally, she hadn't particularly wanted to come over. After all, Harry's attitude toward her before had hardly been friendly. But remembering the news she