HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Lyra sat at the table, searching around for a condiment dish to go with the fish fillet on the plate. Just then, she noticed a condiment dish in front of Hermione, who was sitting diagonally across from her, and she went over to get it.

“Harry,” said Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione, “you haven’t seen a big black dog anywhere, have you?”

But Harry gave him an answer he didn't want: "No, I saw it, during the summer vacation."

Ron's fork clattered onto the table.

Just then, Lyra happened to pass by and picked it up for Ron: "Hey, you little rascal."

“I didn’t—” Ron protested, blushing, “I was just startled—”

"Come on, Ron," Hermione said, making no attempt to hide her disdain. "That's just superstition and coincidence!"

“This is ominous!” Ron glared at Hermione as if she had just uttered something insane. “If Harry saw the ominous sign too, that would be terrible—”

“My—my uncle Billiers saw a black dog, and then—and then, he died twenty-four hours later!” Ron said forcefully. “How do you explain that?”

“It’s just a coincidence,” Hermione said calmly, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.

"What are you talking about? What ominous thing?" Lyra stood behind Hermione with a condiment dish, somewhat confused about their argument.

“Oh, it’s just that we had some ridiculous fortune-telling class this morning, and that pretentious professor said Harry’s tea leaves were a big black dog, which is bad luck—” Hermione said casually, “and coincidentally, Harry saw a big black dog during the summer holidays, so Ron thought it was bad luck and that Harry would die—”

“I’m not saying Harry will die—” Ron said angrily, “but the ominous signs are real, seeing a large black dog is a sign of death—”

“Oh, I think big black dogs are cute,” Leila finally understood, sat back down, sprinkled some seasoning on the fish fillet, and said cheerfully, “I saw a big black dog too, it was really, really cute—”

"What—" Ron gasped. "Lyra, you saw the ominous sign too?"

“You see, Ron, just how worthless is the omen of misfortune in the wizarding world—” Hermione scoffed. “You can see black dogs everywhere, I dare say they’re all too common.”

"Really? Where else can we see them?" Lyra saw that Ron's plate also had fish fillets and pushed the condiment dish towards him. "The black dog I met was both fierce and clever. Are all black dogs this likable?"

“Lyra, don’t listen to Hermione’s nonsense,” Ron said urgently. “Hermione has no idea what she’s talking about! Ominous signs terrify most wizards!”

“You’re right,” Hermione said with a smug air. “They saw the ominous sign and died of fright. The ominous sign isn’t a bad omen, it’s the cause of death! Harry will be fine because he’s not stupid enough to see the black dog and think, ‘Okay, I’d rather just die!’”

Ron was speechless after Hermione's retort, and Lyra burst out laughing when she saw Ron's stammering expression.

“Don’t worry, it would be silly of you to be unhappy because of the prophecy you got in the divination class,” Lyra said with a laugh. “When Fred, George, and I first took the divination class, Trelawney said that only one of Fred and George could live. She also said that I would die alone in regret and torment because I killed one of my brothers.”

“Merlin—” Ron exclaimed, his mouth agape in shock.

“But look, the three of us are still alive and kicking—I admit that George, Fred, and I chose Divination class purely to get credits.” Lyra lowered her voice. “Don’t tell Percy I told you—actually, as long as you just agree with the professor in Divination class and make your future events sound terrible in your assignments, you can get a high score in this course.”

Hermione gave her a look that said, "I think Divination is mostly guesswork, and it's rubbish compared to my arithmetic divination."

Ron: "What are you talking about? You haven't even taken arithmetic divination yet? You hate divination class just because Professor Trelawney said you have no talent for it, and you just don't like that you're bad at something."

With a loud thud, Hermione slammed the wine glass back onto the table, the force so great that pumpkin juice splashed out of it.

"If I have to talk nonsense to get good grades, then I'm not going to take this class!" Hermione grabbed her bag and left the long table.

"You silly goose!" Lyra reached out and roughly ruffled Harry's black head and Ron's red head, making a mess of their hair.

*

During their afternoon History of Magic class, Fred and George excitedly tallied the number of frog cookies and train taffy sold that morning.

The two of them ate lunch at the Hufflepuff long table, all in an effort to infiltrate Hufflepuff and promote their products.

Lyra had been trying to stay awake until they finished tallying the order figures, but Professor Binns's monotone voice was incredibly hypnotic for the afternoon students. Lyra eventually fell into a deep sleep, and Fred and George couldn't wake her even by poking her with a quill.

After class, the twins went to Ravenclaw to promote their products.

Leila walked slowly down the corridor alone, wondering if she had caught a chill while sleeping. But when she heard some new gossip, the drowsiness in her head immediately vanished—

Draco Malfoy of Slytherin was torn to pieces by a hippogriff.

"!!!" Lyra stared in disbelief at the group of Hufflepuff girls who had just brushed past her, discussing the terrible accident.

"Wait a minute—" Leila quickly chased after her.

*

Lyra heard countless different versions from different groups of Hufflepuff girls—

Draco Malfoy was severely wounded by the Hippogriff, and his blood flowed like a river, turning the lawn of the Forbidden Forest enclosure a dreamy pink.

Draco Malfoy attempted to steal Professor Hagrid's treasure, but was chased and seriously injured by Hagrid's hippogriff.

Draco Malfoy was fed as live food to a hippogriff by Professor Hagrid for disrespecting the newly appointed professor of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class.

Draco Malfoy got into a fight with Harry Potter during the Protecting Magical Creatures class, but Professor Hagrid, favoring Harry Potter, had a hippogriff help beat up Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy was torn to pieces by a hippogriff and sent to the university hospital. Madam Pomfrey would sew his body back together and then send it to Professor Snape to be resurrected with dark magic.

In short, after making deliberate inquiries, Lyra obtained a huge amount of different versions of information. Like Schrödinger's cat, she couldn't get a definite result without opening the blind box.

She decided to go to the school hospital herself to open the blind box.