HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Harry, whose arm had turned into a flesh-colored rubber band, was taken to the school hospital by Hermione and Ron.

Although Harry was pitiful, the Gryffindors present couldn't hide their bright smiles, and everyone cheered and jumped for joy on the field. Lyra even hugged the twins and her two roommates one by one, disregarding the mud.

However, the rain did get heavier and heavier, and almost everyone in the stadium left. Even the excited Gryffindors decided to leave the muddy ground and return to the common room to continue their celebration.

The team then split into two groups: Lee Jordan and the others went back to the lounge to prepare for the upcoming celebration party; the rest of the Gryffindor team went to the school hospital to visit Seeker Harry.

Lyra had originally planned to visit Harry with the twins, since they had spent the summer together and were quite close—but because of her good grades in Charms and Transfiguration, Lee dragged her away to be the main force in the party decorations.

Lyra went to great lengths, using advanced transfiguration and spells to completely transform the entire common room into a Gryffindor lion-themed Quidditch party: some extra tables and chairs were transformed into lion statues and placed along the walls, long buffet tables were set up around the room, and they were filled with all kinds of desserts and ice cream that everyone had brought back from the kitchen, as well as butterbeer that the upperclassmen had smuggled in from Hogsmeade.

The open space in the middle was transformed into a golden-red dance floor, decorated with deep red and champagne roses around it. Ribbons and miniature golden spies floated down from the ceiling, and a magic phonograph played cheerful music, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

The other students responsible for launching the ribbons and fireworks were already positioned near the entrance.

Just then, the entrance to the common room opened, and the school team members returned!

"Surprise!"

Everyone cheered, applauded, and lit fireworks to honor the heroes of the day in Gryffindor, and the night of revelry officially began!

*

"Ouch!"

Lyra and Fred were exhausted after dancing two songs, so they quickly spun around and pulled Angelina onto the dance floor while they slipped away to the buffet table for a drink to replenish their energy. But then, without warning, they bumped into a little boy carrying a magic camera.

Lyra felt a bruise on her arm from the impact of the other boy's magic camera, but seeing the apple she'd knocked to the ground, she felt a little guilty. So she took a large bunch of grapes from the fruit bowl and gave them to him—

"Sorry, here, this is for you, it's very sweet."

“Wow, you’re Harry’s friend, I can take your picture—” Lyra saw the little boy raise his camera and was about to say something, but before she could hear the whole sentence, George pulled her back to the dance floor.

When Leila went to eat ice cream at the buffet table again a while later, the little boy with the camera was no longer there.

However, the food on the table was almost all gone.

Lyra looked around: apart from a few younger students who had succumbed to sleepiness and gone to bed, and a small number of seventh-graders who had been diligently studying for exams, most of the middle and upper-grade students were still having a great time, seemingly planning to celebrate all night long.

Looks like I need to go to the kitchen and get some late-night snacks.

*

Gryffindor and Slytherin really do clash.

As Leila pulled the platinum boy along, running on tiptoe down the corridor, she confirmed this truth in her heart.

The story begins when she left the common room to go to the kitchen to get supplies.

There's not much to say about the first half. Since Mrs. Lorris was attacked, Filch has spent most of his time at the crime scene, as long as he's careful to avoid the vicinity of the Great Hall.

To avoid the auditorium, Lyra chose a secluded corridor as a detour. She had found this corridor on the twins' magical map; because it was a roundabout route, it was usually deserted, and Lyra felt very safe walking along it, confident she wouldn't encounter any patrolling teachers.

But she was too quick to relax.

She didn't encounter any patrolling teachers; instead, she ran into a dejected Slytherin Seeker.

Draco Malfoy failed to see the Golden Snitch, which was right above his head, and instead Harry Potter caught it first and won the game. As a result, he was publicly reprimanded by Captain Marcus.

The young master had never been so embarrassed, especially losing to that wretched savior Potter in front of the whole school. But he refused to go home and tell his father.

Otherwise, even if it was because he lost the game first, his father would not forgive Marcus for trampling on the face of the Malfoy heir, and would definitely retaliate by targeting the Marcus family's business.

But he genuinely loves Quidditch.

Despite the Gryffindor know-it-all's accusation that he paid his way into the Slytherin school team, only he knew how much time he had spent practicing flying skills and how much effort he had put into hiding the various scrapes and bruises he had gotten from practice from his parents.

Perhaps he didn't have the same flying talent as Porter, but he wasn't bad either.

He had the effort, the talent, and the abundance of Galleons needed to develop a Seeker; he never believed he could lose to that Porter.

Unfortunately, his first Quidditch match ended in a crushing defeat in front of the entire school.

Draco didn't even return to the Slytherin common room. After being scolded by the captain on the pitch, ignoring Blaise and Pansy's attempts to comfort him, he went straight to this secluded corridor he had stumbled upon.

Malfoy's disappointment and embarrassment must not be seen by anyone!

This is something his father once said; he has always admired his father the most.

A true Malfoy would not shed tears for a temporary defeat!

...This is something my father once said.

But he's really, really sad right now...

"Who's there!" Just as Draco was about to lose control of his emotions, he heard light footsteps, which were clearly not from the patrolling professors.

Overly trusting, Lyra unexpectedly encounters the dejected platinum-haired young master in this secluded corridor.

"..." Leila's smile froze.

"..." The young master of the platinum family had teary eyes.

"It's hot and spicy!"

"Armor protects you!"

Lyra cleverly cast a protective spell on herself, neutralizing the Platinum Boy's attack.

By the moonlight, she had seen the tear stains on the boy's face. Recalling his crushing defeat tonight, she understood the reason perfectly and didn't want to teach this loser a lesson. At the same time, it was late at night and she didn't want to make a scene and attract the patrolling professor.

But this requires mutual understanding—for some reason, the platinum-rich boy on the other end of the line attacked her furiously, as if she had robbed his family's vault.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

"Wait a moment--"

"Petrify them all!"

"Keep your voice down—"

"Torn apart!"

"Shut up—"

"Who's there?" A familiar female voice interrupted the platinum-haired young master's frantic attack and Lyra's attempts to silence him.

It's Professor McGonagall, she's on patrol tonight!

Oops.

The two, from different colleges but out for a night stroll, exchanged a glance and instantly reached an agreement:

Run!