HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Harry opened Hermione's letter first.

Dear Harry:

Ron wrote to me about his call to you, and I really hope it didn't cause you any trouble.

I'm currently on vacation in France and was wondering how to send you a gift when Hedwig appeared! I think it probably wanted you to receive a birthday present too, which is amazing. I bet you're wondering why there are two gifts in the package, right?

"I ran into Leila, who was on vacation in France, when I was picking out a gift for you on the French wizarding market. When she learned that your birthday was coming up, she also picked out a gift for you."

Good heavens! The other gift was from Lyra! For the first time in his life, Harry felt happy for his birthday. He picked up the gift box and shook it, curious about what was inside, but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he continued reading the letter.

"I wonder if Ron's gift for you has arrived yet. Did you see the picture of Ron and his family in the Daily Prophet? They went on a trip to Egypt, and I bet he learned a lot. How enviable! Ancient Egyptian sorcerers are truly fascinating!"

But France also has a lot of interesting magic, and I've completely rewritten my thesis on the history of magic just to include what I've discovered in France.

Oh, as expected of Hermione, even while traveling, she doesn't forget to absorb new knowledge. Harry's green eyes were full of delighted smiles.

"And after I met Lyra, I had a great time in France. You know, Lyra used to come to France for a period of time every summer vacation, and I heard that her current guardian lives in France. I wonder if she received an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons, the magic school in France... After coming here for vacation, I became curious about Beauxbatons. Of course, Hogwarts is the best magic school."

Leila knows France very well, and we went to the lavender fields in Provence together—it was absolutely magical! She took me to many lesser-known attractions and interesting shops, and even treated me to a giant rainbow sorbet that made you feel like you were floating—it was so much fun! We took a lot of photos together; I've selected a few to send you with this letter.”

Harry quickly emptied the envelope of photos and eagerly picked them up—there was a picture of Hermione and Lyra in a lavender field, the background a vast expanse of dreamy purple, the two girls holding hands like forest fairies who had accidentally wandered into it; there was a picture of Hermione floating after eating a giant sorbet, looking terrified while Lyra laughed beside her; there was a picture of the two of them sitting around a campfire roasting...

Merlin! Harry's green eyes suddenly widened—

This is a photo of Hermione and Lyra at the beach. Both girls are wearing swimsuits and smiling sweetly at the camera.

Hermione wore a cute blue one-piece ruffled swimsuit.

Leila, however, wore only the simplest red bikini, standing gracefully on the beach. Her long black hair was curled into big waves and fell over her shoulders. She exuded both a youthful innocence and a captivating, alluring charm.

Harry glanced at it and his face flushed red, but his eyes were glued to the photograph, unable to look away.

After a long while, he continued reading Hermione's letter, his cheeks and ears flushed.

"However, there were occasional awkward moments. When I met Leila in France, she was with a very tall, dark-skinned, handsome man. His skin tone was almost like that of an Egyptian sorcerer, but he spoke fluent English."

I don't know if he's Leila's boyfriend or anything, but they're really close, sometimes even kissing in front of me without any hesitation. It makes me feel like I should just disappear and leave them alone.

However, he took all the photos of me and Leila, and they were all very beautiful. Perhaps I shouldn't feel regretful about wanting a purely female-centric relationship with Leila.

Harry's flushed cheeks cooled down a bit. He pursed his lips, inwardly agreeing with Hermione that they should have a purely female gathering; taking photos and such could be done by asking any random passerby.

"Ron said he's going to London during the last week of summer vacation. Can you come? We can meet in Diagon Alley. I really hope you can. If not, let's meet on the school express!"

"Love, Hermione"

Harry put down Hermione's letter and picked up her gift. It was heavy; he'd assumed it was a large book, but he was wrong—it was a flying broomstick repair kit!

Wow, Hermione! Harry was overjoyed. Quidditch was his favorite sport, and his Nimbus 2000 flying broomstick was one of his most prized possessions.

Harry, with a delighted smile, unwrapped the gift Lyra had given him.

He carefully untied the red ribbon on the outside of the box, opened the lid, and on the sponge cushion lay a crystal bottle filled with a beautiful light purple liquid, the dreamy color of lavender.

There was also a birthday card in the box.

Dear Harry:

Life is good!

This is a bottle of lavender essential oil. The wizard who sold it to me said that if you put two drops on your pillow before bed, you'll have a good dream.

I hope you like it.

Leila.

Harry carefully placed the crystal bottle back into the box, then turned and opened the last two letters and packages delivered by the school owl.

One of them was a birthday card from Hagrid, and inside the package was a very scary monster book, which Harry had to work very hard to tie up.

Another letter came from the school, containing the usual reading list and notice, as well as a consent form granting access to Hogsmeade, which required the guardian's signature.

Harry felt this was the happiest birthday he had ever had. He looked contentedly at the greeting cards and gifts he received and lay back down on his bed.

Suddenly remembering something, Harry picked up the bottle of purple essential oil, opened the crystal bottle, and dripped two drops of essential oil onto his pillow.

He lay on his pillow, inhaling the scent of lavender with fascination; the aroma reminded him of the photograph he had just seen...

*

"Come back! Get Maggie fixed!"

Harry dragged his suitcase, wand in hand, and stormed out of the Dursleys' house, ignoring his uncle's roars behind him.

He had made a deal with his uncle: if Harry pretended to be an ordinary person without magic in front of his Aunt Maggie (his uncle's sister), his uncle would sign his Hogsmeade visitor consent form.

But Maggie insulted Harry's parents, which he could not tolerate. In the end, Harry used magic to inflate Maggie and ran away from home.

Harry stood bewildered on the dark street, casting his fluorescent spell—in the light, he saw a large black dog and a bus that had suddenly appeared.