HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

In the dim light of the train aisle, Lyra and Draco saw a cloaked figure open the door, and an eerie atmosphere followed, filling the entire carriage.

Leila knew at a glance that the newcomer was not human, but a terrifying monster—it seemed to have no feet, floated into the carriage like a ghost, and was so tall and large that it almost touched the ceiling.

Lyra felt a chill run through her body, as if the terrifying monster had sucked away all her warmth. As the monster drew closer, Lyra's body grew increasingly stiff, but the creature's face was completely hidden under its headscarf, and no one could see it clearly.

From within the gloomy cloak, a hand emerged: faintly glowing, greyish-white, thin, and covered in scabs, as if something had died and rotted in water...

Lyra felt nauseous at the sight, but her neck and throat felt as if they were frozen solid. She could feel her body trembling slightly from the extreme cold, but she couldn't move an inch.

Then, the cloaked creature, which had its face hidden under a headscarf, let out a strange, slight tremor in its throat and took a long breath, as if trying to inhale something other than air.

Lyra immediately felt a chill run through her body. This time, her breath froze in her chest, and her blood froze inch by inch, gradually seeping into her heart...

The puppy in her arms was still barking wildly and trying to break free from its owner's arms to rush forward and attack the monster, but Lyra's stiff arms firmly held the puppy, who was trying to bravely protect its owner, in her embrace.

The platinum prince beside her was not so brave—Draco Malfoy was pale, curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably, and seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

Lyra felt as if she were back to the time she was petrified by the basilisk, but this time the experience was worse—an irresistible cold seemed to penetrate her skin, robbing her of all interest in everything. She even considered getting all bad endings and quitting the game...

When she regained consciousness, George was helping her up from the floor with a grim expression.

Her first instinct was to look towards the doorway—but there was nothing there anymore.

A few seconds later, all her senses returned: she could feel the bright light overhead, hear the puppy whimpering and rubbing against her legs, and feel George's hand gripping her arm...

There was also a person curled up at his feet.

"You can go now, Malfoy." George also saw the Slytherin boy at Lyra's feet, and he gave the boy's leg a light kick, speaking rudely.

Draco Malfoy, who had been curled up on the floor, gradually regained consciousness. He struggled to his feet, his face pale and his forehead and temples soaked in cold sweat.

He didn't even glance at the two of them. He was completely devoid of his usual arrogance as a pure-blooded nobleman. He looked extremely uncomfortable, but he walked out of the carriage with his head down and his legs trembling.

"Are you all alright?" Fred, pale-faced, returned to the carriage.

"Ginny is fine. Ron and Harry are in the same carriage as the new professor, and they are being looked after," Fred reported.

"Are you alright?" Lyra felt George touch her forehead, which was as cold as her fingers.

Fred rubbed his palms together vigorously to warm them, then placed Lyra's fingertips inside, trying to warm her.

But his own face was as pale as a ghost.

Lyra stood up and hugged Fred, then George, trying to comfort her good friends with hugs—their complexions finally improved.

"Have you encountered that terrible monster?" Lyra asked her native wizard friends, comforting the puppy as she picked it up and took it into her arms.

“Those are Dementors, the guardians of Azkaban. They feed on human pleasure and can even steal a person’s soul—if you kiss them,” George explained.

Fred: "Only those sentenced to death have their souls taken by the Dementors' kiss. This time they're on the train to capture the fugitive Black."

The cold rain was still pattering against the car windows. After a while, Lee Jordan returned to the car and shared some chocolates with everyone.

After eating the chocolate, Leila finally felt warmer.

Not long after, the train arrived at the station, and everyone got off. No one wanted to stay on the train that had encountered Dementors for even a second longer.

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When Draco Malfoy saw the Dementor extend its hand, a chilling cold swept over him, making it hard to breathe. The cold penetrated his body, freezing him completely from the outside in, first his toes... then his fingertips... then his eyes... and finally his heart...

The black-haired girl next to him was as cold as ice.

He knew that at this moment he should stand bravely before the girl like a Gryffindor, repel the Dementors like a resourceful Slytherin, and display strength and grace like a pure-blood nobleman—

But he couldn't move at all; he could only stand there stiffly, trembling on the floor like a coward.

Soon, he could feel nothing at all—not even the black-haired girl beside him. It felt as if waves were relentlessly crashing in his ears, surging and crashing, and he was plunged into an abyss, into boundless darkness...

Finally, he regained consciousness on the cold floor.

He could feel his body trembling uncontrollably, as if someone had kicked his leg, and he could hear someone speaking in his ear—

"You can go now, Malfoy."

He finally regained full consciousness.

He also fully recalled everything that had just happened.

He stood naked before the black-haired girl and the red-haired monkey, as if stripped of his clothes.

He didn't dare look at their faces, and walked out of the carriage with trembling legs, his heart feeling as if it were being scorched by a raging fire.