HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Lyra looked in the mirror and drew high, arched eyebrows on herself, making them a little thicker for a wilder look.

They also chose brighter colors for their eyeshadow and lipstick.

She wore a full face of makeup today, from the initial base to the subsequent contouring, eyeliner, eyelashes, blush... The mature and heavy makeup made her look stunningly beautiful, and her height could no longer limit her—because she drank a bottle of anti-aging potion.

Lyra is now a fully grown woman, standing at a towering 175cm tall with long, straight legs, a flat, slender waist, and a voluptuous, alluring figure...

Lyra looked at herself in the mirror from left to right and was very satisfied. Finally, she realized that she hadn't grown into a short person and had a perfect figure.

She dyed her long black hair blonde, permed it into small curls, then styled it into an elaborate updo, wore extravagant silver earrings, and finally added a beauty mark to the corner of her right eye.

After finishing her makeup, she chose a light purple robe, but cinched it a few inches at the waist to accentuate her slender figure. She also incorporated elements of the traditional Chinese cheongsam, adding high slits on both sides of the robe, allowing glimpses of her long, fair legs as she moved.

Finally, she chose a strong floral fragrance, which was completely different from Lyra's usual preferences.

In fact, unless you've seen the whole makeup process in person, it's very difficult to recognize Lyra as herself with her current look, given her glamorous and heavy makeup and the fact that her style is so different from her usual attire.

He was taking anti-aging drugs and dressing up, all for today's autograph session in Diagon Alley.

Currently, only Lyra's editor and twins know that she is writing novels.

She still had to finish her seventh year at Hogwarts and didn't want to reveal her author identity while she was in school, especially since all the books she wrote were about arranged marriages and pregnant wives running away. If it were exposed, she would face social death throughout Hogwarts.

Hmm, thinking about it this way, Lockhart's choice of adventure themes is safer; even if his identity is exposed, it won't be too disastrous. Who doesn't like adventure? And it's suitable for all ages and genders, unlike Lyra, which only has female readers. Male wizards would find it hard to have the patience to read those sentimental love stories.

Or perhaps she could switch to a more mainstream theme? But that's at least next year's time—her new book outline, "On the Day of My Divorce, I Was Pregnant with the Triplets of a Noble Wizard," has already been submitted to the editor, the content has been approved, and she's even started writing the opening.

Hey, why do otome game players have to endure the hardships of making money?

"System, you've spent months upgrading, haven't you added any features to provide material support for players?"

"no."

"So, the so-called system maintenance and upgrade that made us temporarily unable to contact you was just you slacking off!"

"Beep—The system has detected that the player currently has no romance options. Please find a romanceable character as soon as possible!"

"..." Leila felt it necessary to complain about the system's work attitude and functional loopholes after completing the game.

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A large crowd had gathered outside Flourish and Blotts bookstore, all wanting to get in. A large banner was displayed upstairs:

A popular romance novelist in the wizarding world

Rose Love

Book signing event

Today from 12:30 PM to 4:30 PM

Lyra sat by the window of Flourish and Blotts, where passersby could see the beautiful and charming author through the transparent glass window – a clever trick in planning the book signing.

Lyra felt that her elaborate scheme had been somewhat successful. A long queue had formed outside the bookstore, mostly composed of witches, but there were also a few male witches mixed in. These male witches all held newly bought books and stared intently at the charming female author who was signing autographs for readers with a professional smile.

She suspected that these male witches had never read her novel and that it would just gather dust after they bought it, but if it could increase sales a little, she didn't care.

Lyra could still hear the wizard standing at the entrance maintaining order telling a curious young boy trying to sneak into the line, "No... don't cause trouble... you can't attend the book signing without buying a book... don't cut in line..."

The wizard's voice sounded a little hoarse, but Lyra had no time to sympathize with him, because she felt as if her face had been frozen—her smile was stiffly stuck to her face.

She hadn't expected so many people to come to her autograph session; it felt like half the wizarding world had come—there were even little witches who had come all the way from the countryside, carrying their previously released collector's edition novels, traveling all the way to Diagon Alley just to get her autograph.

Leila was both happy and in pain.

Okay, she should put happiness last to emphasize the point; the more people attend the autograph session, the more novels will sell, and the more Galleons she'll earn.

But now her smile was stiff. She sat in the chair for hours on end, signing autographs without moving. Not only were her hands so tired they were about to cramp, but she also had neck, back, buttock, leg, and even foot pain—she had specially worn a pair of sky-high heels to make the long robe look good.

I thought that even the highest heels wouldn't be too tiring as long as I wasn't standing, but who knew that maintaining an elegant posture for several hours would be so exhausting—

With legs together, ankles crossed, toes pointed down, and feet lightly placed on the ground, the high heels made the already difficult posture even more challenging.

Merlin! Lyra felt that only her eyes were still conscious—because she could still blink occasionally.

Just as Leila was feeling utterly hopeless but had to maintain a good business environment, the next reader to sign up stepped forward.

Without looking up, Lyra took the novel for autograph, opened the cover, and asked gently, "What is your name?"

"Cedric Diggory."

"!" Layla's hair stood on end. She looked up and, sure enough, it was that familiar face.

“Oh, sorry, it was just a reflex.” Cedric Diggory saw that Lyra was staring at him blankly and remembered that he had blurted out his name, so he quickly corrected himself, “Alice, I’m signing for my mother. Please write ‘To Alice’ when you sign.”

"Oh, okay." Leila snapped out of her daze and quickly bowed her head to sign the autograph, hoping to get rid of her acquaintance as soon as possible.

“I’m so sorry, my mother can’t come to the signing event in person. My aunt is sick today and she has to take care of her,” Cedric Diggory tried to explain on behalf of his mother. “My mother really loves your novels and she is very disappointed that she can’t come in person.”

Leila forced a smile: "Oh, thank you for her kind words."

"Um, although it's a bit presumptuous of me, I still wanted to ask,"

After getting the autograph, Cedric Diggory didn't leave immediately. Instead, he looked at her carefully for a few moments and cautiously asked:

Do you know Lyra White?