HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Ultimately, the two sides did not fight.

Slytherin probably realized that it was unlikely they could gain any advantage.

Back when Lyra and Leslie Foley were first dating, the Slytherins who had caused trouble for Lyra were taught a lesson by her—Lyra White was ruthless and vicious, and anyone who crossed her would only regret it.

Furthermore, the Weasley twins and Lyra White have an excellent teamwork and coordination in dealing with enemies, so Slytherin really doesn't want to get themselves into trouble unless absolutely necessary.

Gryffindor, on the other hand, had the same mentality.

First, the Slytherin team did indeed obtain the professor's authorization note, so their use of the field for training was perfectly legitimate, and even if they complained to Professor McGonagall, there would be nothing they could do. Second, the Slytherin team consisted of seven grown men, all of whom, except for Malfoy, were tall and strong, while our side had four girls.

Finally, the Gryffindor players left the pitch, and Harry and Hermione took Ron to Hagrid's Hut.

On the way back to the Great Hall for breakfast, Lyra asked the twins about the vicious word that Platinum Boy Malfoy had said—yes, thanks to Ron, she now remembered Malfoy's name.

“That’s extremely insulting, a derogatory term used by the purebred to refer to the Mongoloid race,” George explained to Leila with a grim expression. “It means dirty, inferior blood.”

“That’s all nonsense,” Fred said indignantly. “In fact, there are very few truly pure-blooded wizards now. If they didn’t intermarry with Muggle people, wizards would have gone extinct long ago.”

“Only people like the Malfoys would have such a disgusting sense of superiority,” George continued, explaining the Malfoy family’s background to Lyra. “After all, they used to be under the command of Void. My dad said that after Void disappeared, Lucius Malfoy, the father of that Malfoy brat, claimed to be innocent and that he was affected by the Imperius Curse. That was all nonsense—in reality, the Malfoy family spent a lot of Galleons to bribe the Ministry of Magic to escape.”

“Otherwise, someone like the Malfoys, a confidant of a mysterious man and a pure-blood advocate,” Fred added, “should have been locked up in Azkaban long ago with his Death Eater companions.”

Lyra concluded that the platinum boy was a racist.

*

After breakfast, Leila and the twins, as usual, found an empty classroom to study their new material—the willow they had painstakingly harvested. Unfortunately, the three of them kept encountering small problems with the development and utilization of the willow, and their research wasn't going very smoothly.

Lyra felt that her day hadn't gone very well, a feeling that peaked when Professor McGonagall informed her that she would be in solitary confinement that night, just as she was about to go to the Great Hall for lunch.

"What am I supposed to do tonight, Professor?" Leila asked listlessly.

"Professor Snape needs a student to handle the newly arrived potion ingredients. White, you will report to Professor Snape's office tonight."

Well, maybe it's not too bad.

Lyra's feelings towards Professor Snape were rather complex. Although he seemed to dislike every fool, underage troll, and Gryffindor equally, he was indeed the youngest Potions Master, possessing remarkable talent. Lyra always respected those who truly had ability.

Besides, although Professor Snape was a somewhat strict, somewhat harsh, and somewhat unapproachable teacher (students from the four houses: Are you sure it's only a little bit?), he was actually a pretty good person.

At least after each class, Lyra handed in her potions homework, and despite receiving all sorts of sarcastic and nitpicking criticism from Professor Snape, she always managed to get an O. And, it might sound unbelievable, but George and Fred still can't believe it—

When Lyra and Leslie Foley first started dating, she faced a lot of exclusion and pressure. On one occasion, both Gryffindor and Slytherin students harassed Lyra during Potions class.

Lyra thought Professor Snape would deal with her, the source of all the trouble, but to her surprise, he didn't say a word to her. Instead, he unexpectedly deducted points from Slytherin's grades, although Gryffindor lost even more.

This was truly unusual, considering Professor Snape was notoriously protective of his students and never deducted points from Slytherins. Of course, if a Slytherin made a mistake, he would use detention instead of point deduction as punishment.

Therefore, Lyra concluded that Professor Snape was actually a good person at heart. George and Fred, upon hearing her conclusion, both wore expressions of utter disgust, yet suspiciously remained silent.

Although being locked up on Saturday night was unpleasant, Lyra was relatively happy to be locked up with Professor Snape instead—it just so happened that she had recently encountered many problems with her experiments with the twins, and she planned to take this opportunity to ask Professor Snape about the potions-related aspects.

This is the youngest Potions Master in the magical world in a century receiving one-on-one private tutoring! How incredibly rare!

Lyra was thrilled at the thought that tonight's ostensible purpose of going to Snape's office for solitary confinement, but in reality, was to work hard to overcome a difficult problem for the sake of a great prank.

The twins couldn't understand what made her so happy, so they went to play with Li's exploding cards.

Lyra was plotting how to please Professor Snape tonight so she could take advantage of the Potions Master when she bumped into a sullen Harry and Ron.

"Ron, are you alright?" Lyra asked with concern, recalling what had happened that morning.

"Oh, Hagrid said just spitting out all the slugs would be fine—"

“Well, that’s good… And you, Harry, you don’t seem too happy either?” Lyra turned to ask Harry.

“I’m fine, it’s just that Professor McGonagall told us we’re in detention tonight,” Harry replied dejectedly.

"Come on, buddy, I'm even worse off than you. I have to polish the silverware in Filch's prize room," Ron said despairingly. "No magic allowed—all by hand!"

“I’d trade places with you anytime,” Harry said with a mournful face. “I’ve done plenty of cleaning and wiping before, but going to reply to Lockhart’s admirers is going to be an absolute nightmare!”

“Oh, I’m going to be in solitary confinement tonight too,” Leila said cheerfully.

Harry and Ron both felt that their confinement was the worst, and they both believed that no one could be more unlucky than them.

Hearing Lyra's tone when she mentioned confinement, it seemed she was in a good mood. I couldn't help but feel a little envious and jealous, and also a little curious. Was she helping Professor Sprout repot the flowers in the greenhouse, or helping Professor Flitwick proofread the paper format?

"Looks like I'm the luckiest one—I'm going to help Professor Snape process potion ingredients!" Lyra announced happily.

Harry: "......"

Ron: "..."

Suddenly I realized I wasn't so unlucky after all.