HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Although the information Lyra heard from Hufflepuff suggested that Draco Malfoy seemed to have little chance of survival.

But as the sole heir of the Malfoy family, and with Dumbledore at Hogwarts—the safest place in the world—Lyra believed he wouldn't really be in any danger.

Back when they encountered the basilisk, this platinum-rich young master dared to let her go first while he covered the rear.

Although she wasn't particularly moved, she was certain that this young master of the Malfoy family must possess some kind of family secret for self-preservation, a secret that all pure-blooded nobles with ancient traditions possessed.

Even Fred and George said that once, when Mr. Weasley was drunk, they managed to get information out of him and learned that the Weasley family also possessed their own unique secret magic. However, a previous head of the family thought it was too cruel and feared that his descendants would be corrupted by dark magic, so he destroyed the secret magic.

Fred and George were quite regretful when they told her about it. It wasn't that they were interested in black magic; their curiosity about their family's unique secret techniques passed down for generations was perfectly normal.

Since the person wasn't dead and had been admitted to the school hospital, visiting them would be the same as visiting a patient—with that in mind, Leila even went back to her dorm to get a box of chocolate frogs; you can't visit a patient empty-handed.

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As Lyra walked toward the school hospital, the Slytherin group was surrounding the platinum prince in the ward.

"You must be in a lot of pain, Draco." Pansy looked at Draco sitting on the hospital bed with teary eyes. His right arm was wrapped in white bandages and slinged with a strap, and it looked like he was seriously injured.

"Thank goodness Draco is alright, otherwise even if we tore that horrible monster and that rude servant to pieces, it wouldn't be enough to atone for their sins—" Daphne said indignantly, her eyes red.

Her little sister Astoria also wiped away her tears, looking at young Master Malfoy with concern.

"Hmph, I will never let that ugly beast get away with this—" Draco Malfoy said viciously, "and that rude big oaf! I will definitely write to my father and have him expelled from school!"

Theodore Nott remained silent as usual, but his presence among the visiting crowd made his stance clear.

Blaise walked over with a bottle of potion. It was a Dreamless Potion that he had just retrieved from his dorm room. It was a high-quality potion sent by his owl.

"Draco, Madam Pomfrey just said you need to stay at the school hospital for the night. If you feel it's necessary, you can take a dose of Dreamless Potion." Blaise wasn't too worried about his roommate's injuries, but he still offered the suggestion considerately.

Although Draco had a deep, long gash on his arm that bled profusely, Madam Pomfrey's medical skills were superb, and she stopped the bleeding in the blink of an eye, and the wound began to heal—if Draco hadn't refused to use potions to speed up the healing, he could have been discharged from the hospital by now.

It seems his platinum-level roommate isn't keen on going back to regular classes as soon as possible.

Blaise didn't expose his roommate's little scheme to slack off right at the start of the semester. Thinking back, Draco hadn't been quite right since the start of the semester—aside from his behavior in public and his provocations of Potter and his friends, Draco's mental state hadn't been very good in private.

Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to take a few days off, Blaise thought.

“Those ugly monsters in class just now, they looked so terrifying. When they pounced on Draco, I almost choked on my breath—” Milison, who had shamelessly squeezed in to visit the young Malfoy, stared at Draco’s exquisite and beautiful face and interrupted.

When no one was looking, Pansy glared at Milison fiercely. Just because you came along to visit Draco doesn't mean you're qualified to compete with her for Draco!

With her around, Milison can forget about getting the slightest bit of Draco's attention!

As Leila stepped into the school hospital, she heard a shrill female voice—

"You just bled so much, Draco, you're so brave—"

Lyra recognized her as the short-haired Slytherin girl who had imitated a screaming chicken in front of Harry in the Great Hall.

Uh, is there any necessary connection between bleeding a lot and being really brave?

Lyra mentally grumbled as she glanced at the group of Slytherins—

There were a few Slytherin girls that Lyra didn't recognize but looked familiar, who seemed to often hang out with the platinum prince; the two big guys she knew best, Goyle and Crabbe, were stuffing small cakes into their mouths in the corner; her dog friend, whom she had just separated from during the summer vacation, stood silently in the crowd, looking a little lost in thought.

The boy standing by the hospital bed, putting things on the bedside table, was none other than the pen pal from "Distant Place" who had previously pretended to live in France—a handsome boy with chocolate skin and long, narrow, golden-brown eyes, though he clearly looked a little less attractive now compared to his appearance during the summer vacation.

Hmph, rich young masters are so wealthy. Drinking anti-aging serums during their holidays is like drinking pumpkin juice to them.

Leila was heartbroken when she had to spend Galleons to buy an anti-aging serum for her autograph session.

Then there was Draco Malfoy, surrounded by a group of people, sitting on the hospital bed with his arm in a sling and bandages on—Lyra had to admit that his pale face added a touch of fragility to the platinum young master's delicate features, and his natural beauty naturally emerged, lacking his usual arrogance.

It's somewhat tempting.

But she walked straight past the group of Slytherins, carrying the bag of Chocolate Frogs, without giving the pale-faced patient a second glance, and headed straight for Mrs. Pomfrey's office deep inside the school hospital.

Although she did want to visit the injured platinum-haired young master, there was a large group of Slytherins present, including her pen pals and dog lovers—she didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

It wasn't that she was scared—after all, she hadn't been scared when she was with her Slytherin ex-boyfriend, and she wasn't scared now either—but she didn't want to date this platinum young master right now!

She's only watering the flower buds out of interest right now; it's not time to actually pick them yet. It's not worth getting into trouble and ruining her peaceful campus life for him.

Afterwards, the group of Slytherins in the ward heard a sweet voice coming from Madam Pomfrey's office—

"Hello, madam, I'm here to collect the Tooth Strengthening Potion for, uh, my junior schoolmate Neville—"

"Oh right, you see, he got a toothache because he ate the chocolate frog I gave him... Oh, he probably has cavities, but he's too embarrassed to go to the school clinic, so I did it for him... After all, he got it because he ate the chocolate I gave him..."

"Thank you, madam. If Neville's cavities get serious, I will advise him to come to the school clinic."

Goodbye, Madam~

With a polite farewell—

Surrounded by a group of people, the platinum young master, who was secretly hoping that a Gryffindor would come to visit him, watched helplessly as the black-haired girl with a gold and red tie left the school hospital with light steps.