HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Hearing Lyra's straightforward praise, George, who was initially angry about Lyra and Diggory addressing each other by their given names, was immediately appeased. The displeasure on his face vanished instantly, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at his twin brother.

Fred was visibly less angry now, but he still couldn't forget Lyra's long rant praising that Hufflepuff pretty boy. He stubbornly tried to take advantage of Lyra's inattention to continue tugging at her bow, while blatantly badmouthing his Quidditch rival—

“He doesn’t talk much because he’s too stupid to say two words at the same time,” Fred snorted. “He’s just a pretty boy—his loss last time was an accident. Next time we’ll beat Hufflepuff to a pulp.”

“Gryffindor is the best team, Hufflepuff is still a bit lacking,” George said proudly, arms crossed.

“Gryffindor is definitely the best,” Lyra said without hesitation.

The three of them argued quickly, but they left just as quickly, and soon they were happily running off to pick out candies for Ginny.

*

After Lyra, Fred, and George had a great time playing, when they returned to the castle, their faces were all pink from the cold wind.

"Here you go, Ginny, these are the ice mice you wanted, and some popular new candies too. Try them and see if you like them." Lyra handed a bag of candies to Ginny.

“Hey Harry, here you go—” Fred and George tossed a strangely shaped branch to Harry with a grin. “This is a gift we specially picked from the Screaming House.”

Harry, who had just been buried under a mountain of candy brought back by Ron and Hermione, was happily opening a bag of Pepper Potts when he received another unusual gift from the twins. Holding candy in his left hand and a tree branch in his right, he grinned foolishly.

The auditorium was decorated in a particularly interesting way for Halloween—hundreds and thousands of pumpkin lanterns hung inside, swarms of bats fluttered below the ceiling, and many orange ribbons that spewed flames drifted lazily in the air, like radiant water snakes.

Needless to say, the food on the table was amazing.

Even Lyra and Ron, whose stomachs were about to burst from eating Honeydukes candies, and George and Fred, who drank a lot of butterbeer, couldn't resist adding a second serving of everything to their plates. And then there was Percy, the most pretentious of them all; Lyra even caught him secretly massaging his stomach.

"I was having tea in Professor Lupin's office today when Snape came in and brought him a cup of potion that looked absolutely terrifying..."

Lyra, who was sitting not far away, heard Harry sharing his experiences from that afternoon with Ron and Hermione.

“If it were me, I would never drink anything Snape gave me—” Harry looked worriedly at Professor Lupin in the teachers’ table, then at where Snape was sitting, as if Professor Lupin might collapse at any moment from the poison he had drunk that afternoon.

"Has Lupin gone mad?" Ron's mouth gaped open.

“However, I think if Snape really wanted to poison Harry, he wouldn’t have left behind any incriminating witnesses in front of him…” Hermione was still a rational analyst.

Lyra listened with great interest as the three analyzed whether Snape had poisoned Lupin in an attempt to harm him.

She remembered that when she went to the cellar to try and get some freebies, she stumbled upon Professor Snape brewing a particularly complicated potion, which might have been the one delivered to Professor Lupin's office.

At the end of the Halloween dinner, the ghosts of Hogwarts suddenly appeared from the walls and tables, performing a gliding show for everyone; the ghost of Gryffindor, Nick, who was almost headless, happily reenacted the classic Halloween scene of every year: recreating the scene of his beheading.

Just as everyone was clapping politely, Filch suddenly rushed into the Great Hall with a look of panic on his face and ran towards Headmaster Dumbledore.

All eyes were on the faculty seats. Filch and Headmaster Dumbledore whispered a few words to each other. The headmaster frowned and asked something. Then everyone saw the professors next to him, all of whom had expressions of shock on their faces.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and asked everyone to remain in the Great Hall. He then strode out with Professor McGonagall through a side door next to the faculty seating area, with Filch quickly leading the way for the two professors.

Professor Snape then stormed out, whipping his robes around in a huff. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout went out together.

Finally, Professor Lu Ping, who looked pale and more haggard than usual, left the auditorium after hesitating for a moment.

"What exactly happened?"

"What have the professors been doing?"

"I think maybe it's because..."

The auditorium was filled with buzzing sounds of doubt and discussion.

Then, various kinds of content were quickly added to the chaotic dialogue—

"You know what, today at Hogsmeade..."

"I heard a Ravenclaw boy has a crush on a Slytherin girl..."

"Have you seen the latest episode of 'Glamour Witch'? They said the color of the season is toad purple..."

"Can I copy your homework that's due tomorrow...?"

In an instant, it seemed that everyone had countless topics to share with their friends, and even the smallest things were so urgent that they needed to be told to others immediately. Many people started wandering around the long tables in various colleges, leaving their seats to chat loudly with others.

For example, Fred and George, these two red-haired, freckled creatures, have already started selling prank candies and modified fireworks that they somehow managed to slip into their pockets.

Many Ravenclaws casually formed small groups and immediately began an interesting discussion, covering topics such as whether the three conditions for successful spellcasting are actually fallacies, whether house-elves and bananas are related, and why alchemy has remained theoretically stagnant...

Lyra happily ran to the Hufflepuff table and joined the group of gossipy girls she'd previously met while making Valentine's Day chocolates. They were chatting about whether Professor McGonagall had ever had a boyfriend...

The Gryffindor table had long been the liveliest in the Great Hall, where a group of younger boys were gathered, competing to eat Honeydukes Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and Bloody Lollipops; while the older students were either chatting or whispering sweet nothings to their lovers.

Normally, under Professor Snape's supervision, the Slytherins, who are usually quieter and more refined in their dining manners, were relaxed at this time, with no one sitting upright and quietly waiting for the professors to return.

In short, order in the Great Hall had completely collapsed. Everyone was chatting and laughing freely, wandering around, and completely forgetting Headmaster Dumbledore's instructions and the rules.

Anyway, everyone's talking, it's not just me doing this, and the law doesn't punish everyone.

I believe everyone is thinking the same thing right now, and everyone feels emboldened and fearless.

"Quiet!" Suddenly, a tall, red-haired boy stood up from the Gryffindor table and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I am the president of the student council. Everyone, please return to your seats and keep quiet—"

"Snapped--"

A banana pie slammed into Percy Weasley's face, smearing cream all over his face and banana pulp dripping down his cheeks, even onto the shiny student council president badge pinned to his chest, making him look utterly disheveled.