HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Lyra practiced her spells in the empty classroom for a while; this time she had ditched the twins and come alone.

Since she started learning the Patronus Charm with George and Fred, the twins successfully unleashed a complete Patronus within a week, while she struggled to only manage to shoot out a small wisp of silver mist with her wand, Lyra's mental state collapsed.

Lyra, who has always excelled in Charms and Transfiguration and can easily learn any spell, experienced frustration in Charms for the first time.

"Chief, didn't you say you were going to assign me the identity of a perfect witch in every way?"

"Every setting is designed to help players better navigate and complete the game."

"Then tell me, besides being naturally beautiful, is there anything else about her that's exceptionally talented or intelligent?"

"Beep—The system has detected that the player currently has no romance options. Please find a romanceable character as soon as possible!"

"......" Well, ever since she started refusing to choose a target, the system has been slacking off. Giving a reply at all is already a favor; I can't ask for more.

But Lyra really couldn't stand Fred and George's smug way of summoning their guardian spirits in front of her.

No way, I've already lost to Knight when it comes to drinking potions, I can't lose to the twins when it comes to learning spells. Don't gamers have any pride?

*

Harry was asked by Madam Pomfrey to stay at the school hospital until the weekend. He did not argue or resist, but simply begged her not to throw away the Nimbus 2000 fragments.

Harry knew he was being foolish, but Nimbus 2000, who had been with him since his first year of school, was like a good friend to him, and he was heartbroken to lose his best friend in the sky.

Many people came to see him, all wanting to cheer him up.

Hagrid sent a bunch of centipede flowers that looked like yellow cabbages; his roommates sent a big bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans; and Ginny sent a greeting card that sang out loud.

Ron and Hermione stayed with Harry from morning till night so he wouldn't be lonely. Wood and the other team members also came to visit him, saying they didn't blame Harry at all.

George and Fred gave him some homemade train-shaped gummy bears and a funny picture of Lyra's deformed train.

Lyra came to see him alone, but Harry pretended to be asleep under the surprised looks of Ron and Hermione. Fortunately, Hermione reacted quickly and drew the bed curtains, otherwise Lyra would have definitely seen through his poor acting.

"Dude, what are you doing—ow—" After Lyra left, Ron was about to ask Harry about his unusual behavior when Hermione stomped on his foot hard before he could finish speaking.

“I think we should go to the Great Hall for dinner. If we go too late, the syrup tarts and chicken legs will definitely be gone. We should pack some for Harry.” Hermione stood up and pulled the limping Ron away.

Harry silently thanked Hermione for having such an understanding female friend. He slowly pulled the blanket over his head, trying to get some sleep before Hermione and Ron packed him dinner.

This way, he could forget about how, before the competition, he had shamelessly asked Lyra to promise him that if he caught the Golden Snitch, she would go to Hogsmeade with him.

When he blurted out the request, he was actually confident that he could catch the Golden Snitch. After all, he had never lost a match before, and he didn't want to believe that he would lose, especially to Cedric Diggory, who was supposed to be Lyra's next boyfriend.

Although no one knew it, it just so happened that during this crucial match concerning dignity, the Dementors stormed onto the field. And just so happened that while he and Cedric were chasing the Golden Snitch, he passed out, while the Dementors were completely unaffected and easily caught the Golden Snitch.

Besides that, he also remembered the huge black dog he saw during the game. Harry didn't tell anyone about it, not even Ron or Hermione. He knew Ron would panic, and Hermione would laugh at it as just superstition.

Besides, Lyra loves fluffy little animals and dogs so much. What would she think of him if she heard that he was even afraid of a big dog? He'd already lost the game; he couldn't afford to leave with an impression of being cowardly and weak...

But this ominous black dog had appeared several times already, and each time he saw it, something fatal almost always happened. He didn't know what to do, or who to confide in.

And then there were the Dementors. The thought of them made Harry feel disgusted and humiliated. It wasn't just the Malfoys and their Slytherins who would loudly mock him whenever they had the chance; everyone said Dementors were terrifying, but no one else had fainted as easily as he had when he got close to one... No one else had the voices of their dead parents repeatedly echoing in their minds.

Harry already knows whose voice he heard in his head while he was unconscious.

These days, he can only sleep for a short while during the day. At night, he lies in bed unable to fall asleep.

Every time I close my eyes, I can hear my mother's dying words—that she was trying to protect him from Voldemort; Voldemort's laughter before killing her, her pleas and screams...

As he drifted into a dream, he not only heard chilling pleas and screams, but also saw pairs of damp, sticky, and rotting hands reaching out to him from all directions...

*

"You didn't fall asleep during the entire class today."

A paper crane flew from Cedric at the next table to Lyra's desk. Lyra glanced at George and Fred, who were fast asleep next to her and at the table in front of her, and gently opened the note to read the sentences written on it.

Lyra drew a funny face under that sentence, and then, taking advantage of Professor Binns's inattention, waved her wand to send the paper crane back to Cedric's desk next door.

"The Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match is coming up soon. Would you like to come and watch my match?"

Soon, Lyra received another paper crane flying by happily. This time, at Cedric's invitation, she drew a smiley face.