HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

While Lyra and the Platinum Boy were running wildly down the dark corridor, Harry in his hospital room was not getting any peace either.

After Ron and Hermione left, he lay alone in bed and drifted off to sleep, still in pain.

But after an unknown period of time, he suddenly woke up to find himself in complete silence and darkness.

Harry felt as if countless blades were cutting into his injured arm, and he couldn't help but groan softly in pain. At first, he thought he was awakened by the excruciating pain, but then, to his horror, he felt a warm sponge gently wiping his forehead!

There's a second person in the ward!

"Who is it?" Harry called out, then he saw a pair of large, tennis ball-sized eyes and recognized the newcomer: "Dobby!"

It was that little sprite who got him locked up by his uncle during summer vacation!

Dobby sobbed in the darkness, tears rolling down his pointed nose.

"Why doesn't Harry Potter heed Dobby's warnings? You can't go back to Hogwarts, sir. You missed the train. Why don't you go home?"

Harry struggled to sit up and pushed Dobby's sponge away.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked suspiciously. "Wait, how did you know I missed my train?"

Dobby didn't answer Harry, but its two little hands clasped tightly together.

"It was you!" Harry realized. "It was you who sealed off the station wall!"

“Dobby had to do it. Dobby stopped Harry Potter from entering the station, and for that, Dobby had to burn himself with an iron as punishment—” Harry’s gaze involuntarily fell on Dobby’s bandaged fingers, “but Dobby didn’t care, because Harry Potter was safer staying in the Muggle world!”

“You almost got me and my friends expelled,” Harry said angrily. “You’d better get out of here before my bones heal, or I’ll strangle you.”

"Dobby is threatened with being killed by his master every day, but Dobby isn't afraid." The little elf, wrapped in a dirty rag, stood by the bed, blinking his big eyes, looking rather pitiful.

Harry watched as its anger gradually subsided.

"Aren't your masters good to you? They won't even give you a clean set of clothes?" Harry asked curiously.

“Master will never give Dobby clothes to wear,” Dobby said, tugging at the filthy rag-like thing on his body. “Dobby wears a pillowcase, which symbolizes his status as a slave to this house elf. Dobby will only be free when Master gives him clothes to wear. But Master won’t even give Dobby a pair of socks, otherwise Dobby could leave Master’s house forever.”

Dobby wiped away his tears and suddenly said, "Harry Potter must go home! If Dobby's Blink-Ball doesn't work—"

"You did this too?" Harry's anger flared again. "Were you trying to kill me with a running ball?"

"Dobby didn't mean to kill you. Dobby just wanted Harry Potter to get a minor injury and be sent home. Being injured is better than staying here!"

“I’m not going anywhere!” Harry exclaimed indignantly. “I guess you’re not going to tell me why you’d rather I be torn to pieces than be sent back to Muggle territory, are you?”

“Ah, I wish Harry Potter knew why!” Dobby shed more tears. “If you hadn’t defeated that evil so monstrous that his name couldn’t even be mentioned, enslaved creatures like us would be in even worse shape. Thanks to you! Dobby can’t let Harry Potter stay here any longer, because it’s no longer safe. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened again—”

"So, there really is a secret room?" Harry seized on the key point. "You're saying it was opened? Who opened the secret room? Tell me, Dobby!"

But Dobby didn't answer him at all, instead banging his head against the bedside table as punishment, and repeatedly begging Harry Potter to go home.

“I have two good friends who are Muggle-born. I’m not going home. I’m staying here to protect them!” Harry said resolutely.

Dobby was both happy and sad when it heard this. It wanted to continue persuading Harry to go home, but suddenly it perked up its two bat-like ears and then disappeared with a snap.

*

"This way!" Seeing that the platinum boy had gone the wrong way in the dark more than once, Lyra could no longer bear it, grabbed his hand, and dragged him forward at breakneck speed.

"Let me go—" He didn't dare to speak loudly, but he struggled with all his might.

“Shut up! You don’t know the way at all,” Lyra replied impatiently. “If you hadn’t been caught by Professor McGonagall and were sure to betray me, I wouldn’t have been so kind as to take you with me.”

"I wouldn't—" the platinum-haired boy raised his voice angrily upon hearing this, "Hiss—"

"Keep your voice down!" When Layla heard him raise his voice, she gave him a hard elbow, and the young master gasped softly in pain.

But less than two minutes later, the young master with the cold palms started making a fuss again, "Where are you going?"

"The kitchen." Lyra walked forward without looking back, but still held onto the other person's hand tightly, afraid that this disobedient young master who didn't know the way would run away and bump into Professor McGonagall.

"I'm not going to the kitchen, I'm going back to Slytherin—" Sure enough, the other person started to exert force again, trying to pull Lyra to the other side.

"No! I'm going to the kitchen—" Lyra didn't care where this Slytherin wanted to go; her destination was the kitchen, and the Gryffindor party was waiting for her supper!

"This way—"

"I want to go this way—"

Less than ten minutes after escaping Professor McGonagall, the two began a new round of tug-of-war.

But this time they quickly ended the fight.

Because footsteps could be heard in the distance, and there was more than one person.

"Oh my god, Albus, I really didn't expect this..."

"Minerva, I didn't expect this either. I was just thinking of going downstairs to get a cup of hot chocolate..."

Merlin, it's Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore!

In an instant, the seemingly incompatible Gryffindor and Slytherin reached an agreement once again:

Run!

*

"Wait—" Harry in the ward wanted to grab Dobby to ask him more about the Chamber of Secrets, but Dobby disappeared quickly. At the same time, he heard messy footsteps outside.

He quickly lay back down on the bed, drew the curtains, and pretended to be asleep. But the footsteps seemed to be heading straight for his bedside—

Lyra and the platinum boy ran on tiptoe, trying to shake off the two professors behind them, but the professors didn't turn. So they had to run down the corridor all the way to the entrance of the school hospital.

"Go in—" Layla had a sudden idea and pulled the young master into the school hospital.

I thought the two professors would continue patrolling the corridor, but it sounded like their footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Are professors going to work at the university hospital too?

In her panic, Leila caught a glimpse of the bed with its curtains drawn—and ducked inside!

With no time to think further, Leila pulled back the curtain with one hand and grabbed the young master with the other, quickly leaping onto the hospital bed.

The next second, three pairs of eyes met in horror behind the curtain.