HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Harry eats breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron every morning.

Bacon, fried eggs, sausages, toast, stir-fried mushrooms, and his recent favorite roasted tomatoes—a hearty breakfast that puts him in a good mood all day, especially with a dark-haired girl sitting across from him sharing breakfast.

While eating breakfast, Harry also found a lot of amusement in observing the other guests: the thin, pale wizards often debated the latest articles in Transfiguration Today; wild-looking wizards and noisy dwarfs sat together drinking; and there was an old woman smoking a long pipe who often didn't realize her pipe had gone out.

On another occasion, a man wearing a thick balaclava helmet, who looked suspiciously like a ghost, came in and ordered a plate of raw liver from the owner.

Harry thought Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, probably liked this guy quite a bit, since the price was the same and it saved the owner the time of cooking.

Leila thought the guy who liked to eat raw liver might have some kind of fungus; he had black fuzz growing on one of his fingers.

There was also a funny little witch from the countryside. Harry saw that she had bought several colorful hairbands and assumed that she had several sisters. Lyra, however, bet that she only had brothers and no sisters. In the end, Harry couldn't resist his curiosity and asked the little witch. He lost to Lyra with a giant mint ice cream.

Harry loved having breakfast with Lyra while observing and making wild guesses about the passersby.

The two of them would laugh and speculate wildly, then try their best to find evidence to prove that the other's guesses were unfounded—this had become Harry's favorite part of his morning routine these days.

After breakfast, Harry and Lyra would often go to the backyard, tap the third brick from the left above the trash can with their wands, and leisurely stroll into Diagon Alley.

Both of their money pouches were filled with gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Nats, jingling as they walked, as if reminding them to spend them quickly.

Lyra bought many pretty little trinkets: colorful ribbons that could automatically tie hair, witch's hats with oversized brims, wreaths woven from moonflowers, magical pebbles that would glow when placed in water, and so on.

Harry was also tempted by many things: the King Goblin Stones game set that could spray foul-smelling pebbles on the faces of the losers; and a huge, exquisite glass ball containing beautiful moving constellation models, which would mean he wouldn't have to attend astronomy classes anymore.

Harry had to constantly remind himself that he still had five years of schooling at Hogwarts and couldn't squander the money his parents had left him, since the Dursleys wouldn't give him a single penny.

But soon in Diagon Alley appeared something that would excite Harry the most—in his favorite shop, the Quidditch Shop, the newly invented and currently fastest broomstick in the world—the Firebolt.

It lay quietly on its stand behind the shop window, displaying its streamlined handle crafted from ash wood. Treated with a polishing agent as hard as diamond, the entire broom was exquisitely beautiful and smooth to the touch. Every twig at the end of the broom was carefully selected, ensuring the overall streamlined shape was perfect.

Harry stared at the perfect broom with fascination; from the moment he saw it, he had longed for it with all his heart.

Harry vaguely sensed Lyra calling him from beside him, and he struggled to shift his gaze from the Firebolt to the dark-haired girl.

"Harry, I'm going to the ice cream shop to write my paper. You can look after the broom for now, see you at the ice cream shop later."

Harry nodded, then continued to stare intently at the fire bolt.

“Dad, this is the fastest broom in the world, isn’t it?” Harry heard a little boy ask his father in a high-pitched voice. The burly middle-aged wizard picked up the little boy and placed him on his arm so that his son could see the Firebolt more clearly.

"The Irish international team just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms!" the shop owner told everyone. "This kind of product is a favorite at the World Cup!"

"Boss, such a beautiful broom must cost a lot of Galleons, right?" a tall witch asked.

"Price to be discussed privately." The shop owner slyly avoided a direct answer, simply smiling.

Harry didn't want to think about how much the Firebolt was worth. He already had the Nimbus 2000, and had never lost a Quidditch match on it. There was no reason for him to spend all his savings on this new broom.

Harry didn't ask the price; he simply stayed in the shop admiring the fire bolt, hoping to get a few more glimpses of it.

After an unknown amount of time, the adult wizards around him had come and gone several times, leaving only a group of little boys with him, drooling over the fire crossbow bolts while pressed against the shop window.

Harry was much more sober. It was too embarrassing to press his face against the shop window like a little boy who hadn't gone to school yet. He shook his head, and only managed to keep from blushing thanks to his Gryffindor courage. He quickly and quietly slipped out of the group of little boys.

Harry remembered that Lyra had said she was going to the ice cream shop to write her paper, and they had arranged to meet there.

He decided to go to Madame Malkin's Robes boutique to buy a few new robes first.

Thanks to the abundant food at Hogwarts, he grows taller every year while at school. Although not as dramatically as Ron (Ron is probably under a growth curse if we're talking about twins), by the end of last term, his school robes were several inches shorter than his limbs!

These days, he's been spending time with Leila, and feeling embarrassed to wear his chubby cousin's old clothes and baggy pants, he's been wearing the plain school robes all the time.

But his exposed wrists and ankles made him a little embarrassed. It was a rare opportunity to be separated from Leila and buy new clothes.

Then we can go to the stationery store to buy some new quills and parchment—writing papers together at the ice cream shop is a good idea, and we can ask Lyra if we're unsure about anything; she's one of the top students in the school this semester.

Harry walked toward the sunshade of the ice cream shop with his newly bought stationery—he also bought a pink quill pen to give to Lyra—and felt bad for neglecting Lyra while he was focused on the flying broomstick.

A huge white parasol sheltered the tables and chairs in front of the ice cream shop from the bright sunlight, allowing people to sit down and leisurely enjoy delicious ice cream.

Harry had already spotted a stunning figure from behind, wearing a sleeveless top and denim shorts: "Lyra!"

But when they turned around at the sound, they saw two faces—

A beautiful woman with black hair and gray eyes smiled sweetly at him.

A handsome face with brown hair and blue eyes nodded politely to him.

Harry's grin froze on his face, and his smile gradually faded.