HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Leila hadn't seen the little white dog for two days.

She couldn't help but feel a little worried. Unfortunately, she didn't know the tall boy and he hadn't left his address, otherwise she could have gone to his house to check if the puppy was safe at home.

Judging by his age, the tall, unfamiliar boy seemed to be around her own. If she hadn't gone to a magic school abroad, all eligible underage wizards in Britain should be attending Hogwarts. Perhaps after the start of the school year, she could look for him there; maybe Belle could even run into her good friend again.

Belle, the swallowtail dog, hadn't seen her best friend for two days and was a little listless. Leila stroked her little ears to comfort her.

In the afternoon, the woman and her dog prepared to go for a walk again. With a secret sense of anticipation, Leila opened the door, but the entrance was spotless; the familiar daisies were nowhere to be seen.

Leila sighed almost inaudibly and led her equally disappointed puppy downstairs.

But across from the hotel entrance, there was a familiar white figure!

"Laputa!"

"Wang!"

Laila's surprised shouts and Bell's cheers rang out at the same time.

The woman and her two dogs greeted each other warmly. The Samoyed excitedly rushed over, and Layla squatted down to hug the two puppies. The Samoyed even enthusiastically licked Layla's face.

"Oh, Laputa is so good, okay, okay, Laputa is such a good boy." Layla's face was covered in drool, and she had to smile and refuse the puppy's enthusiasm.

"Hmph." Theodore Nott, standing behind Laputa, couldn't help but snort when he heard Lyra's words.

Good boy my foot! He'd never seen such a disobedient and unruly dog ​​before!

"Hello, I am Belle's owner, you can call me Layla—" Layla felt that the two puppies had become good friends. Even if the owners didn't get along, they still had to engage in necessary parental socialization for the sake of their puppies.

“Theodore Nott. No need for introductions, Miss White. Everyone in Hogwarts knows you.” Theodore Nott interrupted her coldly, arms crossed.

“Oh, so you also study at Hogwarts.” Lyra wasn’t particularly surprised. “Well, Nott, it’s nice to meet you.”

The tall boy standing opposite nodded indifferently, thus fulfilling the courtesy.

From then on, Theodore Nott would often bring Laputa to meet Lyra and Bell for afternoon walks. A week later, the two went from being silent to occasionally exchanging a few words about dog-raising experiences. Although they were forced into social interaction because of their own dogs, they could still be considered half-dog friends.

"Laptor is so cute!" Lyra sat on a park bench, watching two happy puppies playing with a ball on the lawn not far away.

“That’s right, it is indeed very intelligent and very good at reading people, not much worse than magical creatures.” Theodore Nott leaned back on the bench, watching Pwitt’s agile leap to catch the ball, and said with pride.

"Pfft—" Leila couldn't help but laugh.

Theodore Nott looked at her with great confusion. Was there something wrong with what he just said? Laptour was such a clever little dog, and his boast was not exaggerated.

Lyra saw Theodore Nott's puzzled expression and laughed even harder.

“Oh, I’m not laughing because you’re wrong, it’s just,” Leila said with a smile, “that when someone compliments your child, you should also compliment their child in return. Mutual compliments are the normal way to chat. Of course, I was sincere when I complimented Laputa just now, I wasn’t just being polite.”

“I don’t think it makes any sense,” Theodore Nott said casually. “Laptor is great, and so is your Bell. They don’t need any further praise from me. Swallowtails are known throughout the wizarding world for their loyalty to their masters.”

"Besides, this kind of politeness goes on every day in Slytherin. It's a rare summer vacation, and I'm spending it talking to you, a Gryffindor. Let me rest for a bit."

“I thought all pure-blood wizards liked to talk like that,” Lyra said. “Actually, from another perspective, socializing in the pure-blood circle should be particularly worry-free; you just have to follow the routine.”

“Your idea is quite novel. It seems you don’t particularly dislike Slytherin and pure-bloods.” Theodore Nott glanced at the dark-haired girl. “Laptor is just an ordinary dog, while your swallowtail is a magical creature, but I see that you love both dogs equally. You don’t discriminate against Muggles because of your wizarding identity. So, whose side are you on?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Lyra looked at the tall boy with some surprise. “Of course I don’t discriminate against Muggles. Everyone in Hogwarts knows I’m Muggle. Of course, I don’t discriminate against pure-bloods either, and I don’t have any house prejudice against Slytherins, because I think humanity is universal, regardless of whether you are a pure-blood or a Muggle, or whether you are a Slytherin or a Gryffindor.”

“Indeed, some commoner wizards think that pure-blood nobles are naturally noble and that their words and actions are always virtuous. That’s just plain stupid.” Theodore Nott felt uncomfortable with the way Lyra looked at him like he was an idiot, and turned his head slightly away. “As long as there are interests involved, everywhere is equally ugly and dark.”

“You’re a pureblood too, so there’s no need to be so harsh,” Lyra teased.

“There’s nothing to hide, they’re all the same anyway.” Theodore Nott said coldly. “I don’t think purebloods are more noble than others, but there’s no doubt that purebloods are more noble. Only the union between purebloods can guarantee that the offspring’s magic is pure and powerful. When they are combined with mixed-bloods or Mongoloids, the chances and risks of the offspring being Squibs increase.”

"..." Lyra really wanted to tell him that in order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, the pureblood community had always maintained intermarriage within a small circle, which made it easy for incestuous relationships to produce children who were either fools or madmen.

Okay, let's change the subject.

"It's actually quite strange when you think about it now," Lyra said, pointing to two puppies happily rolling around on the lawn. "I'm a Muggle wizard, but I have a magical puppy, while you're a pureblood wizard, but you have a Muggle puppy."

"It was just a coincidence," Theodore Nott said, but his eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at the white puppy on the lawn.

“Back then, Laputa fell for Belle and would wait for her at the hotel entrance every day, winning over everyone there. But to me, Laputa seemed like some scoundrel trying to steal my precious little princess,” Leila recalled. “I was practically ready to stand there and yell, ‘I don’t approve of this marriage!’”

"Tell me, do I look like a feudal patriarch of a pure-blooded aristocracy who broke up a pure-blooded girl and a Mongol boy's relationship?"