HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

The Muggle puppy with a long string of noble names was eventually forcibly taken away by its pure-blood wizard master.

While being forcibly picked up from the ground and carried away by its owner, it still wagged its tail desperately at Lyra and the swallowtail dog to show its love. Lyra found it funny but also a little sad, probably because she would never see this brave little flower-delivering dog chasing after love again.

The next afternoon, when Leila opened the door, she saw the familiar daisies again. Leading her swallowtail dog out of the hotel, sure enough, there was a small white dog in the usual spot, greeting her warmly.

Lyra: "......."

This must be true love, right? This must be true love.

Leila reluctantly led the swallowtail dog over, though she would never admit that she couldn't help but smile slightly when she saw the Samoyed again.

"You little rascal, how did you manage to slip away from your owner and escape again?" This time, Leila squatted down and stroked the white dog's head. The soft, fluffy texture felt so good. The owner of this long-haired dog is truly blessed.

"Woof~" The Samoyed very readily lay down on the ground with a thud, revealing its soft belly for a pet.

Laila... Laila couldn't resist the temptation and readily reached out to stroke them, completely indulging in the pleasure of having women on both sides.

By the time the walk was over, Leila had practically become the unofficial owner of the Samoyed. She not only let the two dogs play and run around together, but also brushed the long-haired dog's fur and fed it her homemade jerky.

There's no way to resist a puppy that's so eager to befriend you. And if that puppy happens to be really cute, the speed at which you surrender will only double.

When it was time to leave, both the woman and the two dogs were a little reluctant to part. Leila even tied a bag of jerky she had brought around to the Samoyed's neck so it could take it home.

On the second and third days... Lyra had a great time playing with the two puppies, throwing frisbees, catching tennis balls, and even chasing rabbits in the nearby forest. The two puppies had become good friends.

Leila couldn't even remember why she had initially been so adamant about the Samoyed getting close to her swallowtail dog. Both puppies were still minors, and as long as the adults (Leila, who had forgotten that she was also a minor) provided proper supervision, nothing would happen.

Speaking of which, if the Samoyed's owner hadn't forcibly taken the puppy away last time, Lyra wouldn't have felt the joy of finding this clever and adorable white dog again. She really has to thank that purebred wizard owner.

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"Laputa, time to eat." Theodore Nott frowned as he poured premium dog food into Laputa's special golden bowl.

The small gold bowl is also engraved with Laputa's portrait, which was Laputa's favorite food to eat from.

But today, Laputa didn't move at all. The dog lay listlessly in its bed, ignoring the fragrant dog food.

From the moment Theodore Nott caught the puppy trying to sneak out again, Laputa refused to eat or drink, remaining unmoved no matter how much food he tempted it with.

Theodore Nott never imagined that Laputa often sneaked off to play in the Muggle world behind his back. If he hadn't finished his father's training early that day and spontaneously decided to take Laputa to the garden to play ball, he wouldn't have discovered this.

Laputa dug a dog hole in an inconspicuous spot on the east side of the garden. Every afternoon, he would crawl out through the dog hole and return home as if nothing had happened in the evening.

Theodore Nott observed for three days before finally catching the mischievous puppy. Little did he expect to encounter his Hogwarts classmate—Lyra White, the famous beauty of Gryffindor and a Muggle-blood.

She probably didn't recognize him, but Theodore knew this girl with black hair and gray eyes.

Not only because of her undeniable beauty, but also because this girl once defied convention by dating a Slytherin prefect, instantly becoming famous at Hogwarts.

Daphne, Pansy, and others repeatedly mentioned this "pretty but empty Gryffindor vase," "a coquettish mudblood," and "a vixen who corrupts pureblood boys" with jealousy.

Even the most obtuse Gore and Crabbe could hear the sourness in the girls' words.

Not to mention, the boys in Slytherin often talked about Lyra White. In the washroom, in the bathroom, in the Quidditch changing room, in the dormitory... it was either lewd jokes fueled by lust or foolish fantasies of restoring the Dark Lord's glory and one day toying with and bullying such a beautiful Mudblood.

Even if Theodore Nott walked away with a cold laugh, he couldn't escape every corner of Slytherin. Whether he liked it or not, the name Lyra White clearly pierced his ears.

Theodore Nott had never participated in these conversations, whether with men or women; he had no interest whatsoever. He just hadn't expected that Laputa would be so fond of her swallowtail dog.

If it weren't for Laputa, he might have kept a swallowtail dog too. Swallowtail dogs are intelligent, loyal, and never picky eaters; they'll eat anything. Hmph, Laputa should really see that!

Despite his anger, Theodore Nott still had to coax the puppy to eat. He summoned his house-elf and ordered a special steak to be made for Laputa, selecting the tenderest cut of beef tenderloin and carefully searing it until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, releasing its original meaty aroma when cut open—something no greedy puppy could resist.

But Laputa remained unmoved.

Theodore Nott had to bend down and ask in a gentle voice, even if Laputa wanted to eat dragon liver and phoenix gall today, he was willing to get it for it as long as it was willing to eat.

But Laputa merely looked up and glanced westward into the garden, indicating his desire to go outside.

"..." Theodore Nott pretended not to understand what the puppy meant and took out a toy duck.

This is Laputa's favorite toy among all his toys. It makes a quacking sound when stepped on, and Laputa can play with it for half a day by himself. Every time he takes a bath, he must put this little duck toy in the bathtub to soak with him.

When Laputa saw the little yellow duck, he finally moved. Before Theodore Nott could even feel happy, he saw Laputa kick the little yellow duck out of his doghouse with his front paws.

"..." Theodore Nott took a deep breath to calm himself down, telling himself not to get angry, and then took out a carved wooden ball, trying to play catch with the dog, which was its favorite game.

But Laputa kept glancing to the west of the garden, repeatedly gesturing to its owner where it really wanted to go.

"No need to look anymore, I've had all the dog holes in the garden blocked by the house-elves," Theodore said coldly.

After hearing this, Laputa curled up into a white ball of fur, turned his back to Theodore, and refused to talk to him anymore.

Theodore Nott was now at his wit's end.

He had just blocked the east dog hole through which Laputa had first sneaked out when it dug a new one on the west side and continued to sneak out.

After catching it a second time, it started a hunger strike. It said, "Whoever wants this damn dog can have it, but I don't want it anymore!"