HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

The boys below all booed.

Lyra couldn't help but chuckle, while Angelina and Aria looked speechless. However, a few girls gave Lyra unfriendly looks.

“Professor! Only goblins would think that elves are the most evil creatures in the magical world!” Fred shouted, openly contradicting him. George, sitting next to him, slumped onto the table, laughing so hard he was shaking.

Lockhart was furious at the class's reaction. He raised his voice, trying to bolster his confidence: "They're as cunning and destructive as devils! In that case," Lockhart flung open the cage door, "let's see how you deal with them!"

This was disastrous. The little blue-green sprites let out shrill, piercing cries and burst from their cages like rockets, flying wildly everywhere. It was as if hundreds, even thousands, of budgies were arguing in the classroom all at once, and everyone covered their ears in exasperation.

However, the Cornish elves didn't just attack them with sonic waves. These little devils wreaked havoc in the classroom, grabbing ink bottles and splashing them all over the class, tearing all the books and papers to shreds, and even some slow-reacting students were grabbed by the hair and ears and lifted into the air by several elves—the whole room was in chaos.

At first, Lockhart was quite smug when he saw that everyone was stunned by the little elf.

“They’re just a bunch of little elves, don’t worry, I’m here—” He waved his wand with a savior’s smile and feigned elegance, “Peschipxie Pestnomi!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sprite flew over, grabbed Lockhart's wand, and threw it violently out the window. More sprites noticed Lockhart and flew towards him. Lockhart gasped, terrified, and immediately scurried under the lectern.

Lyra happened to see Lockhart's disheveled figure and regretfully remembered her magical camera in her dormitory. She should have taken a picture of this scene and distributed Lockhart's embarrassing photos throughout the wizarding world.

Lyra was imagining Lockhart's novel sales plummeting due to his incompetence being exposed when suddenly a slender hand reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her aside. A bottle of ink flew past her ear, narrowly escaping death.

"Thank you," Leila said, still shaken. She turned around and realized that the person who had saved her was the blue-eyed boy who had previously ignored her.

The other party nodded calmly, naturally protecting her in front of her, and skillfully cast a series of spells such as Freeze and Imprisonment to subdue the sprites that were throwing things at Lyra.

At that moment, the blue-eyed man waving his wand looked incredibly cool to Lyra, and she felt her heart skip a beat. It was like playing a scene from a fantasy novel where a princess in distress is protected by a knight; the valiant knight always shines brightly in a princess's eyes.

But what she didn't know was that in the eyes of the blue-eyed knight, the black-haired princess was the one who shone brightly in the crowd, someone he secretly watched every moment.

Dexter Fosco was inwardly annoyed. He had intended to observe the dark-haired girl discreetly without her noticing. A girl like Lyra White must have encountered enough fools like this who liked to flaunt their wealth and attention in front of her, and he didn't want to be one of them, leaving her with that kind of foolish impression.

But seeing her in danger, his body instinctively moved forward, not only presumptuously stepping in but also flaunting his spell like a male bird in heat, showing off its feathers. Only Dexter himself knew how deliberately he had wielded his wand with elegant posture and fluid movements. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, his head hanging lower and lower, his face growing colder, feeling that he was no different from that pretentious peacock on stage...

Lyra glanced around. Lockhart was still cowering under the podium, while Fred and George were happily launching and jumping around, taking advantage of the chaos to pull out fireworks. The others were too busy catching and dodging the sprites to keep up with their own antics.

Very good. Lyra's eyes lit up, and she decided to elope with the blue-eyed knight.

Lyra grabbed the blue-eyed knight who was deep in thought, took his slightly cold hand, and swiftly led him out of the classroom.

*

Dexter Fosco felt as if he were in a dream.

A girl with black hair and gray eyes pulled him along, running through the empty corridor. Her steps were as light as a deer in the forest, and her silvery laughter, as ethereal and melodious as a nightingale's, filled his ears. This elfin girl was right before him, holding his hand, running lightly.

Even after the two ran out of the long corridor where the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was located and their steps gradually came to a stop, Dexter still had an unconsciously dreamy smile on his face.

After her jog, the black-haired girl had a slight blush on her cheeks. She turned back and smiled at him, "Where are we going now?"

Dexter Ravenclaw, first in his grade, Fosco, seemed to have lost all his wisdom, his mind only replaying the word "we." For the first time in his life, he found the word "we" to be so beautiful!

"Oh, this awful class must have been too exhausting. How about we sneak off to the kitchen and grab something to eat?" Leila suggested, feeling a bit hungry.

Would Dexter Fosco have any objections? Of course not. In his current state, with his head full of devil's juice (which has hallucinogenic effects), even if Lyra tricked him into going to Romania to feed the dragons, he would clean himself up on his own and obediently lie down in the dragons' feeding trough, without causing Lyra and the dragons any trouble.

Lyra led Dexter toward the underground kitchen. Hogwarts' kitchen was close to Hufflepuff's common room, and they just needed to be careful not to run into Filch or Professor Sprout, who knew them, on the way.

As Lyra was saying this to Dexter, they heard a meow—Filch's cat, Mrs. Lorris, was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at them.

Dexter immediately reached for his wand, intending to cast a petrification charm—

No one can ruin his date with the dark-haired girl.

Not even cats!