HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

After comforting the chubby junior, Leila sat back down in the corner.

She appeared to be preparing to continue doing her homework, but in reality, she was waiting for the twins to try her carefully prepared "filled" chocolates.

George and Fred, true to their twin nature, opened the box and saw a bunch of oddly shaped chocolates. They both immediately took a liking to a heart-shaped chocolate, the only one in the whole box that could be identified by its shape.

The two exchanged a glance, and the next second they tacitly began their "brotherly fratricide" drama. After a fierce struggle, George snatched the heart-shaped chocolate first.

"Sorry, bro, this is mine." George smugly popped the chocolate into his mouth—

"!"

What's with this sickeningly sweet taste?!

George felt as if his entire throat was being marinated in this excessively sweet chocolate. He quickly chewed, trying to swallow the cloyingly sweet treat—

"!!"

Merlin's stinky socks! And why does the chocolate smell like cow dung?!

George's face turned green. He glared at Leila and saw that his heartless dark-haired friend was desperately covering his mouth to avoid laughing out loud and alerting others.

George's gaze followed Lyra to Fred beside him, whose twin brother, completely unaware of what was happening, was looking down at a box of chocolates, picking them out to eat.

Very well, I can't be the only one to suffer such a cruel fate.

George, with immense willpower, swallowed the intoxicatingly rich chocolate, a look of surprise on his face: "Who would have thought that the chocolate made by this lazy young lady would actually be edible?"

"Hmm, of course~" Lyra played along, seeing George lying through his teeth to drag his brother into the mess.

“Let me try it—” Fred finally picked out a chocolate that looked like a rabbit and threw it into his mouth without any warning.

"vomit--"

Fred's patience was clearly not as good as George's, and he was brought to tears by the overly sweet chocolate mixed with chili flavor.

"What the hell is this taste—" Fred's eyes were brimming with tears, and he couldn't tell whether he was crying from the spiciness or from the overpowering saltiness.

"Hahahaha!" Leila laughed so hard she slumped into her chair.

George, who had no brotherly love, also laughed and fell onto Lyra, but seeing him take the opportunity to ruffle Lyra's long hair, it was hard to say that he wasn't getting revenge for himself.

"Get away from me! Hahaha!"

After Fred swallowed the chocolate, he pounced on the two of them and started tickling Lyra.

"Hahaha, you wanted to eat it yourselves—" Leila laughed as she dodged, but with the score at two to one, the situation was one-sided.

"My God!"

"I surrender—" Lyra was about to raise her hands when she was suddenly drawn to Harry and Ron's exclamations.

"Navie, what's wrong?"

By now, many people had gathered around Harry and the others, and Lyra and the twins stopped playing around and went over.

This chubby boy named Neville stared blankly ahead, a strange, dreamy expression on his face. He held a half-eaten chocolate, completely unresponsive to those around him; anyone could tell something was off about him.

“What’s wrong?” George asked.

“He was fine just a moment ago, but suddenly his eyes went blank and he looked completely lost,” Ron said.

Neville suddenly stood up, took off his school robe, and then, with a silly grin on his face, continued to unbutton his shirt.

"Neville?" The classmates surrounding him all had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the chubby, dark-haired boy began to take off his clothes one by one, and then started to wiggle his arms and legs and dance a striptease.

"Merlin's beard—" Seeing Neville's clothes getting thinner and thinner, George, along with Harry and Ron, lifted him up, preparing to take him to the school hospital. Lyra, meanwhile, covered Ginny's eyes to prevent her from seeing the indecent scene.

Fred picked up the few strawberry-filled chocolates Neville had just spilled on the ground and said in alarm, "Lyra, did he get poisoned from eating your chocolates?"

“How could this be! This isn’t chocolate I made myself,” Lyra said, stopping Angelina and Aria when they returned. “Angelina, is this a new chocolate you bought from Honeydukes?”

"What? We haven't bought any new chocolates?" Aria said. "An owl delivered some to the dorm this morning."

“We thought it was a gift from one of your admirers, so we just put it on the snack shelf for you,” Angelina added.

"It's an aphrodisiac!" Lyra and Fred exchanged a glance, quickly packed up the remaining strawberry-filled chocolates, and ran towards the school hospital with the chocolates in hand.

“Although it’s not a normal reaction, it’s definitely been drugged,” Mrs. Pomfrey said, frowning.

“Oh, it’s all my fault. I mistook it for chocolates from Honeydukes,” Lyra said, looking at the delirious Neville with deep remorse. “If I hadn’t given the chocolates to Neville, he wouldn’t be like this.”

Lyra and the twins watched as Neville frantically dodged Harry and Ron's attacks. The usually clumsy boy was surprisingly agile, his chubby body twisting with a touch of allure.

“These are the chocolates Neville ate that had problems; we brought them all over.” Fred placed all the strawberry-filled chocolates on the table.

“Oh, thank you, this is a great help. I’ll ask Professor Snape to help analyze and test the ingredients later,” Mrs. Pomfrey complained. “This kind of mess always happens every Valentine’s Day…”

"Can you cure him?" Leila asked earnestly.

“Okay, but it’s a bit of a hassle. This child will need to stay at the school hospital tonight.” Madam Pomfrey nodded, then directed a few people to help hold Neville down, before taking out a dark green potion that looked extremely unpleasant to drink and pouring it into his mouth.

“He’ll be observed at the school hospital for two days,” Mrs. Pomfrey said, seeing that Neville had calmed down and was lying in bed. She began to usher people out. “You can leave now. Don’t disturb the boy’s recovery.”

The group returned to the Gryffindor common room.

“It’s all my fault,” Leila said dejectedly.

“This has nothing to do with you, it’s all the guy who drugged me,” Ron shouted.

"I really want to find the guy who drugged me!" Harry clenched his fist.

"But this is a failed aphrodisiac. The normal effect should be that the user becomes clearly infatuated with the creator and can usually name the creator, but Neville just danced," George analyzed.

"Wait, a failed aphrodisiac...?"

"Could it be...?"

Lyra and Fred exchanged glances, both with a sense of foreboding.