There's a word: stunning.
Even for a while afterward, the word hadn't been overused—let alone now. To truly stun someone, two things are required: first, an unexpected surprise, and second, a beauty that makes people involuntarily feel awed. Miss either, and the effect vanishes.
At this moment, every boy's mind could think of nothing else but this word. Though Hogwarts, Ilvermorny, and Mahoutokoro were all magic schools, all shared one undeniable trait when it came to uniforms—they were ugly.
Unfortunately, none of the three schools escaped this fate.
However, when the girls changed out of their long-worn wizard robes, carefully dressed themselves, and put on elegant clothes, the visual impact on the boys was enormous. They might even doubt their own eyes—but in truth, they simply didn't understand the importance of proper attire for girls.
So, it was only natural that these girls drew amazement when dressed beautifully.
And now, that impact wasn't just doubled—it was amplified exponentially.
Yes, not just one carefully dressed girl, but several walking together, chatting and laughing, forming the most eye-catching and gorgeous scene in the campus in recent times. The combination that made countless young wizards' hearts race was now heading straight toward Allen and his group.
Naturally, as the girls' steps drew closer, the crowd's attention followed—and, unsurprisingly, Allen, looking the sharpest of all, became the focus.
It was obvious: among so many boys, he was the cleanest, most polished—looked like he was about to get married. No wonder he seemed to have scored some kind of jackpot—envy-inducing, truly.
Of course, many immediately recognized the most eye-catching boy as Allen, and considering today's events, their guesses were correct.
Little did they know, Allen was internally stunned—what the hell is going on?
He knew some of the people approaching—Hermione, arranged ahead—but the seven others? Four of them he didn't recognize. Girl, we're just pretending to go on a date—you're bringing a bridesmaid squad?
Of course not, because what happened next no one could have predicted.
Hermione was the first to approach. She hugged Allen lightly and whispered in his ear:
"Sorry, the plan changed a bit—but the effect is the same. Just cooperate."
What the…?
Before Allen could react, Hermione began sobbing, released him, spun around, and ran off—leaving suspense in her wake.
What kind of operation is this?!
But the girls didn't give him time to think. The second girl—boldly familiar to Allen, a Hufflepuff—hurried over, and a warm sensation hit his face—he was forcibly kissed.
Then, the familiar combo followed: crying, turning away, running off shouting:
"Sorry—we should break up."
…
The third girl followed. By now, chaos had erupted around him, but it didn't matter. She completed her hug, sob, and turn-and-run routine with lightning speed.
Allen suddenly felt something was off—though that first kiss had left him dizzy, now wasn't the time to be distracted.
Unfortunately, this time it wasn't a kiss—it was an unexpected slap. Allen froze, then the girl came at him, hugged him, and kissed him passionately—this time not on the cheek.
Allen's first kiss was stolen—then she ran off crying.
The next girl arrived. This time, no extreme action—but the crowd watching had already gone dumbstruck. Four girls in a row? How many romantic debts has this guy racked up? Truly enviable.
To prevent his "villain" reputation from solidifying, Allen reached out before the fifth girl could attack—but too late.
The girl he intercepted had red eyes. She didn't argue, just cried and ran away.
The crowd erupted—How can you be this kind of person?!
Jump ship twice, fine—but you can't even give the final hug? Are you human?! If you don't share your experience today, we're cutting ties!
The sixth and seventh girls arrived. Allen resolutely stretched out both hands to block them. Run all you want—today, I won't let you succeed!
Unfortunately, in a hidden angle where the crowd couldn't see, both girls smirked contemptuously. Allen's hands were grabbed and placed… well, in a position that would be "adjusted" by the censor gods.
"Sorry, we won't disturb your life anymore—hope you do well…"
With tears in their eyes, they left decisively. Allen could clearly sense a murderous aura around him.
But it wasn't over.
In broad daylight, the last girl approached, steps light and posture elegant—Allen didn't recognize her.
By now, Allen had given up resisting. Do whatever you want, I surrender.
She didn't hug him. Instead, she gently placed her hand where Allen had been struck earlier, soft and comforting.
"I know—you're not to blame. You're just too amazing. I'm angry now, but I forgive you. Even today, if you're willing…I can…"
The rest was left unsaid, but the meaning was clear—be my girlfriend.
The nearby singles groaned in envy. This… this is unbelievably enviable!!!
Allen, however, looked at her sincere yet teasing gaze, feeling utterly ridiculous. He could have played the lecherous card to scare her away, but clearly he couldn't—and besides, he was too cowardly…
So, in front of everyone, Allen ran away in utter disarray—not for lack of effort, but because the enemy didn't follow the rules!!!
The girls, having completed their "mission," left looking deeply sad, leaving no comments—but the impression was unmistakable.
Naturally, the gossip exploded.
"You know that Allen guy?"
"Yeah, wasn't it all his rumors today?"
"Pfft, you know too little. Latest news—he got dumped, tonight, again!"
"Ha! Dumped? I knew showing off love doesn't last long—wait, how many times did you say?"
"Again."
"So… he dated a girl again?"