HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

I really want to masturbate—

Lyra, who never restrained herself, chose to follow her desires and very naturally stepped forward to stroke her moonlight-colored hair.

Ah, it felt just as good as she had imagined—silky, soft, and with a faint scent of cedar—probably the smell of a high-end shampoo.

"What are you doing—" Draco's eyes widened, making him look even more like a ragdoll cat.

"Who gave you permission to offend a Malfoy like this—" The platinum-haired young master forcefully slapped the black-haired girl's hand away, but the crisp sound stunned him on the spot.

A red mark suddenly appeared on the back of that slender, fair hand—it was left from the slap he had just given her.

"I...I didn't..." Draco tried to explain in a panic, and Lyra could see the regret and fear in his gray-blue eyes.

Lyra didn't speak, but simply opened the box of cream-filled toffee she had brought, took one out, and held it to Draco's lips—

“It tastes like cow dung. I’ll forgive you if you eat it,” Leila said coldly.

When Draco heard the word "cow nose poop," a look of disgust flashed across his face, and he instinctively turned his head away, trying to keep his body away from that disgusting toffee.

When he heard "I forgive you," he looked at the black-haired girl with a stern face in front of him in disbelief, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the red mark. His expression changed rapidly several times before he finally opened his mouth stiffly and swallowed the toffee with a wronged look.

"Hmm...?" Draco gritted his teeth and chewed the toffee, which burst open the hazelnut syrup filling inside, filling his mouth with a sweet, creamy hazelnut flavor.

Leila sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to tug at the platinum young master's cheek: "If you throw a tantrum again next time, I'll really feed you candy that tastes like cow dung."

"Ugh ugh ugh—" Draco's teeth were all stuck together with toffee, and Lyra couldn't hear a word of his squeaking.

"You seem to be alright, so I'll head back now," Lyra said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of the platinum-colored head while the young master struggled with the sticky toffee. "Goodnight."

Draco stared blankly at the dark-haired girl's departing figure, only he knew how fast his heart was beating.

*

The next morning, when Leila got up, her little dog had just strolled back from outside.

Leila pinched the puppy's ear: "Hmph, so you know how to come back, huh?"

She scolded the puppy, but her hands honestly opened the bag of dog food.

But the puppy wagged its tail, indicating that it didn't want to eat. Then it nimbly jumped onto the bed, chose the softest spot, curled itself into a ball of fur, and comfortably went back to sleep for a nap.

Leila had no choice but to put away the dog food bag and go downstairs to meet the twins with envy—who wouldn't want to lie in a warm bed with their puppy in the morning and take a nap?

But the cold reality is that students have to leave their beds, carrying heavy textbooks, and rush between classrooms in the castle, attending classes all day long.

Fortunately, there are two History of Magic classes this morning, which allows me to catch up on sleep without feeling guilty.

After class, Lyra told the twins that she had something to do and left quickly, then ran out of the castle.

Today, she also secretly packed some roasted lamb chops and fried chicken legs from the breakfast table, intending to continue feeding that majestic and intelligent black dog.

Last time, thanks to Leila's food strategy, the big dog didn't run away like it did the first night they met. Instead, it wolfed down all the food Leila brought.

Layla took the opportunity to stroke the big dog's ears, and at the same time, she felt extremely sorry for it when she saw that it was so thin that it was just a skeleton. It must have been a stray for a long time and starved for a long time to become so thin.

Dogs that have been stray for a long time are usually more wary of humans. When they first met, the big black dog did not approach them, but instead cleverly ran away.

But this time he was willing to approach Leila, even letting her touch the tips of his ears, so he must have been starving.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well-fed every day from now on," Leila promised the big dog on the spot.

Leila, familiar with the place, arrived at the bushes from before, whistled softly, and called to the big black dog.

Soon, footsteps came from the bushes, and the big black dog ran happily to Layla's side, wagging its tail enthusiastically and sniffing expectantly.

"Little cutie, can you smell it already?" Seeing that the big dog seemed more relaxed and trusting in her presence than the last time they met, Leila happily spun around in a circle.

"Ta-da! Hogwarts' most popular roasted lamb chops!" Lyra quickly opened the package and started feeding them. "And the number one most popular fried chicken leg!"

The big dog buried its head in its food without any hesitation.

Leila pulled out a small comb from somewhere and gently combed through the dog's tangled fur while it ate.

"Little cutie, how about we give you a name?" Seeing that the big dog didn't object, Lyra started thinking of names enthusiastically. "Hmm, you have black fur, how about we call you Black?"

Lyra completely missed the dog's momentary stiffness and continued trying to think of a name: "That seems too casual, how about I call you Dark?"

“No, no, no, I’ll just call you Knight—” Lyra finally chose a name. “Knight, we first met one night, this name is the most meaningful.”

The big dog wagged its tail, indicating that it had accepted the new name. Leila happily hugged the big dog and stroked its large, fluffy fur with delight.

*

The afternoon classes were more about Gryffindor's gems.

For two whole potions classes, Professor Snape was in a foul mood from the moment he walked in. Not only were Gryffindor gems falling from the sky, but even the Slytherin students were given a thorough dressing-down by Professor Snape.

"Is that the head of a troll on your neck? Calling you a troll is an understatement—"

"I'm assuming your two round organs can see the steps on the blackboard clearly, instead of exploding the crucible to torment your poor professor!"

"Should I cast a revealing spell on you? Are you some kind of reed? You can't believe you can mess up something so simple! I'm sure Professor Sprout will be thrilled to transplant you into the greenhouse!"

"Is this damn thing you did to get revenge on your lowly Potions Professor? Zero points! Clean up!"

The moment the bell rang, all the students in the classroom breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the Potions classroom with expressions of relief.

Lyra felt that she only hesitated for two seconds, and then the entire classroom was left with only her and Professor Snape, whose magical pressure was so terrifying that it was surging.