HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Lyra couldn't help but laugh whenever she recalled the bizarre expression on Theodore Nott's face when he saw the strange look on his face as if he had choked on a dung beetle, when he jokingly told the story of "the love between the pure-blooded girl Belle and the Muggle boy Lappett, who were cruelly separated by their feudal parents."

With her first novel, a wizarding marriage that blossomed into love, as a foundation, Lyra's second novel, about a noblewoman running away with her child, sold quite well. The editor sent three urgent letters summoning Lyra back to England, also for this reason—he was planning a book signing for her in Diagon Alley.

That's right, just like Lockhart's autograph session in Diagon Alley last year. Ever since Lockhart had an accident while teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts and had to stay at St. Mungo's for a long time to recuperate from severe amnesia, the book company and publisher have lost a pillar of support.

Yes, Lyra and Lockhart happened to sign with the same publishing company, which was why Lyra had been envious of Lockhart before. Writing novels under the same company, one a well-known author making a fortune (a plagiarist and fraud), and the other just a slightly successful little pink (a poor player who has to earn his own living without the system paying him), it's easy for anyone to feel unbalanced.

However, with one Lockhart falling, those profit-driven companies will surely create countless new "Lockharts" to rise. Given the success of Lyra's two novels and their pioneering themes that have garnered significant popularity among women, the publishing company intends to heavily promote her as the next rising star author.

However, Lyra and Lockhart are in different situations, and the themes of their novels are not the same. How to package their characters and market them in the future will require further discussion and discussion at a meeting.

However, what Lyra needs to do right now is to make some appropriate adjustments and refinements to the previous novel content, especially the ending of the story needs to be more in line with the customs and aesthetics of the wizarding world.

She also had to prepare the content for the new book, ideally writing out the synopsis and opening before the signing event. Lyra had to spend most of her time rushing to finish and revising the manuscript, working herself to the bone every day, only able to relax during her afternoon walks with her dog.

Lyra and Nott have become inseparable canine friends thanks to their respective puppies. Lyra has to admit that during her frantic writing sessions, the two dogs and Nott are her only source of joy.

She could relax and play with the two puppies, and being with Theodore Nott always made her laugh—even though Theodore Nott was a cold-faced, arrogant, and contemptuous pure-blood nobleman.

But his Muggle puppy always manages to break down the defenses of his pure-blooded aristocratic master. It's just too much fun to see a cold and aloof person like Theodore Nott being driven to the point of throbbing veins on his forehead by his own rebellious son.

Not to mention the owner, who prides himself on being clear-headed and level-headed, only to belatedly realize that his own dog had outmaneuvered him one, two, three, or even four times. The expression on his face was more interesting than twins struggling to pull out fireworks.

The walks between the two people and their two dogs have gradually become more varied in both location and content.

When Lyra took Theodore Nott to try various Muggle snacks, he looked like he was enduring humiliation.

“Don’t look like you’re suffering,” Leila pointed out the fact. “You clearly enjoyed the iced Coke yesterday.”

“You’re mistaken. I would never have entered the Muggle world if it weren’t for Laputa.” Theodore Nott refused to admit that the taste of that bubbly brown Muggle drink was wonderful, and the exhilarating and stimulating sensation of the bubbles bursting on the tongue was irresistible.

Especially in the sweltering summer, this Muggle drink called "Cola" tastes even better when chilled. One sip instantly refreshes you, drives away the heat, and can even bring a sense of happiness.

It seems that Muggles are not entirely useless. Although they lack noble and superior bloodlines and powerful magic, they are still quite creative in some aspects.

With that in mind, Theodore Nott quietly ordered his house-elves to buy a hundred cases of Coke and put them in the kitchen pantry the next day.

Of course, he didn't tell Leila.

"Then why did you bring Laptour to the Muggle hotel entrance to find me and Bell?" Lyra asked curiously. "Laptour suddenly didn't come for two days, you must have stopped him."

“...It threatened to starve itself to get me,” Theodore Nott said in a low voice. “After I caught Laptour sneaking away for the second time, it refused to eat anything, whether it was premium dog food, fresh lamb, or the tenderest beef tenderloin.

“Uh…” Leila remembered that on the afternoon she broke up with Laptor, she gave the white puppy a whole bag of secret-recipe jerky, which she made specifically for the puppy’s preferences after she got Bell.

Made with tender and delicious snow rabbit from the Ice Plains, coated with various spices, and baked at low temperature, this secret-recipe jerky is irresistible to any dog.

The puppy's secret-recipe rabbit jerky works just as well as the owl's secret-recipe rat jerky; at least my own Bell prefers jerky to premium dog food and fresh meat.

A whole bag of rabbit jerky, enough for Laputa to eat for three days and three nights.

But Theodore Nott returned with Laputa just two days later... Lyra suspected that Laputa and Theodore Nott's hunger strike, besides being a staged act, might also be due to them overeating the secret-recipe jerky...

They've been scammed, haven't they? They've definitely been scammed.

"What's with that expression?" Theodore Nott was displeased to see Lyra White's strange, hesitant look. "Are you suggesting I disregard Laputa's health and act out with him? I'm not a spoiled owner; I'm very strict with Laputa's upbringing. But health is extremely important; a puppy can't go hungry—"

Lyra could hardly bear to listen to Theodore Nott's paternal love, and she tried to gently suggest—

“You’re right, puppies can’t go hungry, but…” Leila said cautiously, “the way Lapt ran up to me that day didn’t seem like he’d been starving for two days…”

"...What do you want to say?" Theodore Nott wasn't stupid; he had only acted out of concern before.

He noticed that Lyra's attitude was a bit off. It wasn't the kind of disapproval that came with spoiling the puppy; rather, it was as if she knew he had been rude in some way but couldn't bear to point it out directly. Her words were carefully probing, as if she was afraid of embarrassing him, and her gaze towards him even carried a hint of pity...

“Well, when I parted ways with Laputa, I gave him some treats,” Leila said slowly, glancing at his expression. “It’s homemade jerky, very popular with dogs. A big bag, probably enough for Laputa for several days…”

"..."

"Laputa Rothmond, Frickel Nott!"