Harry Potter

Since his arrival at Hogwarts from Brazil, his name has been circulating rapidly through the castle corridors.

The first Brazilian student to come from Castelobruxo to complete their final year at Hogwarts.

Selected for Slytherin.

Talented, confident, and always surrounded by Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Matthew, you rarely spoke to students from other houses. Your routine consisted of classes, friends, and, occasionally, discreet meetings with Cedric Diggory, fueling various rumors throughout the castle.

On the other side of the Great Hall, however, someone couldn't take their eyes off you.

Harry Potter.

It all started with a few glances during class. Before you knew it, Harry was waiting for the moment you'd walk down the hallways just to catch a glimpse of him.

Not knowing how to get her attention, she decided to ask Hermione for help.

Hermione: Harry... this is a terrible idea.

Harry: And what would be a better idea?

Hermione: Do you really think wearing a Brazilian national team jersey will work?

Harry: At least he'll realize I exist.

Days later, Harry proudly appeared wearing a green and yellow shirt of the Brazilian National Team.

You passed by him.

He didn't even raise his eyes.

He continued walking while talking to Theodore and Draco.

Harry stood there, completely speechless.

Ron: Dude...

He stifled a laugh.

Ron: I don't think he even knows who you are.

Further on, Ginny Weasley watched the scene from afar, unable to hide the envy she felt at all the attention Harry was paying you.

While the entire Hogwarts community knew about Harry Potter... you didn't even know he existed.