HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

As the three watched helplessly as the fierce tree branches battered the car roof until it collapsed, and they were experiencing the bitter feeling of having no way to call for help, they suddenly felt the car beneath them start shaking again. Harry, in a flash of inspiration, shouted, "Reverse!"

With a whoosh, the car moved in response, quickly reversing and fleeing the terrifying giant willow tree. The tree, still unwilling to give up, waved its strong branches, trying to pull the car and its occupants back. All three could hear the whooshing sound of the branches waving wildly in the air.

"We're saved!" The thought flashed through everyone's minds one second, and the next second they were roughly thrown out of the car along with their luggage.

"Don't go! Come back!" The silence was broken only by Ron's desperate plea and the car's furious roar.

Soon, the battered car disappeared completely into the vast darkness.

"My parents will definitely kill me..." Ron muttered to himself.

Although she felt great sympathy for Ron, Lyra still had a feeling of a car rushing towards freedom and embracing a new life.

"Let's go, hopefully we can catch up with the sorting process. Ginny's a freshman, after all," Lyra tried to distract Ron.

A cold wind blew in the darkness, and the three of them, their bodies aching and cold, stiffly dragged their luggage toward the castle.

“It’s already late, the banquet must have started.” Ron, still concerned about his little sister’s sorting results, was the first to walk to the castle window and peek inside on tiptoe. “Oh, they’re sorting her in the process!”

Lyra and Harry leaned closer, also wanting to see what was happening inside the Great Hall.

“Hey, that’s Ginny! Did you guys see her?” Ron spotted the red-haired girl in the freshman group at a glance.

Lyra easily spotted the red-haired boys in the crowd—the twins were sitting with everyone at the Grandofin table watching the Sorting Ceremony. But her attention quickly shifted to the table. Ah, tonight's dinner seemed exceptionally lavish; golden platters were laden with tempting delicacies, and the goblets were frosted with white, clearly filled with chilled juice.

"Gulp." Leila swallowed hard.

Harry, sitting right next to her, was completely oblivious to the dinner party. He was excited to discover that his most hated teacher, Potions Professor Snape, was not sitting in the teachers' table.

"Look!" Harry's voice was filled with undisguised joy. "Snape's not here! Where did he go?"

“Maybe he’s gone, maybe he got fired!” Ron chimed in excitedly. “Look, everyone hates him—”

“Maybe he went to the Potions Association. Actually, he’s a very powerful Potions Master…” Lyra said candidly. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill run down her spine—

“Perhaps,” a chilling voice whispered in my ear, hissing like a venomous snake, “he’s waiting for you to explain why he didn’t take the train to school.”

The three of them shivered simultaneously, and as they turned around, they saw a withered, sallow face: sharp, angular features, a distinctive hooked nose, and slightly greasy black hair from years of brewing potions. Coupled with his ascetic attire—a long, black robe buttoned tightly all the way to his neck—his perpetually expressionless face and chilling aura all suggested that he was not a tolerant and gentle teacher.

"Follow me," Professor Snape whispered, yet no one dared disobey him. The three children lined up behind him like little chicks, so obedient it was heartbreaking.

Lyra trailed at the back of the group, silently surveying her surroundings. Professor Snape led them down to the basement, the corridor growing colder and darker until they reached the innermost room: there were no bright lights or soft sofas, and the fireplace was empty, just like its occupant. The bookshelves on the walls were filled with books and various glass jars, each containing strange, unknown substances, creating a sense of both physical and psychological unease—this was Professor Snape's office.

"The famous Savior is no longer content with coming to school by school bus. He's brought along his Weasley, whose head is full of rambling thoughts, and—" Snape glanced at Lyra, "Gryffindor's famous beauty. Want to try something exciting, huh?"

"No, we didn't mean to—"

"It was the station wall that suddenly—"

Harry and Ron tried to defend themselves, but were hit hard on the head by a newspaper.

"Open it and see what you've done," Professor Snape said mercilessly.

Lyra remained silent. From the beginning, she had no intention of explaining herself to this clearly unsympathetic teacher. Not only would it be futile, but Professor Snape was the Head of Slytherin House, and the one who truly held the power of life and death over them was Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor.

However, she and two clueless boys unfolded the Evening Prophet's Report, and tonight's headline was: Ford Anglia can fly, much to the astonishment of Muggles.

Oh no, the three of them were seen flying in the sky in a car, and by more than one Muggle.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Weasley was abusing his position in the Muggle Property Division, wasn't he?" Snape's lips curled into a wicked smile. "What a pity, his own son is leading the way in breaking the rules, tsk tsk tsk..."

Not only did Ron feel like he'd been punched, but Lyra and Harry also felt extremely guilty.

"Unfortunately, I have no authority to expel Gryffindor students, but obviously someone else does. Stay here and don't move." Professor Snape left with a cheerful smile.

Harry and Ron were both deathly pale.

Lyra wasn't as scared as the two boys—not only was there no school rule against flying cars to school, but even if she were expelled, the system would help her; that's how confident people with connections are. However, she didn't want to be punished—Hogwarts' punishment for students was the ruthless deprivation and occupation of their free time.

Lyra always had a very busy schedule after school. Besides dating boys she was interested in, she would do experiments with the twins, go on nighttime adventures, and occasionally take walks alone in scenic places like lakesides and woodlands—in short, she fully experienced the magical life at Hogwarts.

So it's understandable that the system keeps complaining about Lyra's lack of enthusiasm, since she's almost turned this otome game into a slice-of-life game.

Leila thought with little hope that she wouldn't be put in solitary confinement.

Soon, Professor Snape returned, accompanied by Professor McGonagall, whose face was taut—clearly, the serious lady was quite angry.

But the first thing she did upon entering the room was to wave her wand and start a fire in the fireplace. Lyra and the others immediately felt warm—this was a teacher who knew how to care for children. Compared to the cold-blooded Professor Snape, tsk tsk tsk, Lyra mentally gave him a five-star rating.

But before Professor McGonagall could ask a few questions, there was a knock on the office door—it was Headmaster Dumbledore.

Lyra noticed that after the highly respected headmaster entered the room, besides immediately confirming Harry's safety, he had been secretly observing her without leaving a trace—Lyra swore she wasn't imagining things, based on her years of experience as a beautiful woman who had been secretly watched.