HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Having solved the mystery of the twins' anomaly, Lyra's efficiency in completing her homework was remarkably fast.

Moreover, if you encounter a question you're unsure about, you can always ask Dexter Fusco, who sat across from you and ranked first in the grade. This is much faster than looking up the answer in a book on the spot.

For some reason, the top student in the grade seemed a bit downcast. Maybe the research topic was too difficult. Layla saw the top student across from her holding an ancient magic script explanation book, frowning and thinking hard. Half an hour had passed and he still hadn't been able to turn to the next page.

Fortunately, she wasn't particularly interested in ancient magical script. It looked really difficult; even the top student in the grade was stumped. She, who barely managed to get third place, should probably stay out of it.

The black-haired girl, completely unaware of her friend's true worries about getting first place in the grade, had finished all her homework. After saying goodbye to her friend, she cheerfully left the library, ready to find the red-haired twins to have a good "heart-to-heart talk and settle accounts" about their inexplicable and awkward behavior that afternoon.

*

"Snapped--"

In the hallway, a sixth-year Slytherin boy felt something hit his back. He turned around and saw a first-year Gryffindor boy had tripped and fallen, his backpack crashing to the ground and splitting open, with the contents flying out. One of the books flew over and hit him on the back.

Although somewhat displeased, older students generally don't bother with younger kids, even if they are rival houses like Slytherin and Gryffindor, given the significant age and academic differences.

The Slytherin sixth-year boy simply glared at the reckless younger boy before turning and continuing on his way.

"Snapped--"

The Slytherin sixth-year boy was hit on the back again; it didn't hurt, but—

"Hey kid—" The sixth-grade boy with the silver-green tie turned around, picked up the book that had hit him on the back twice, and threw it hard at the feet of the little boy with the gold-red tie. "Don't cause trouble, you hear me?"

"I'm sorry, but just now, just now the book flew up by itself..." The little boy got up from the ground, looking bewildered, panicked and at a loss.

"What did you say?" The tall sixth-grade boy didn't quite hear the little boy's murmur, so he frowned and took a few steps closer to him, trying to hear him clearly.

Hey! What are you doing?

At that moment, a large group of students who had just finished class emerged from the other end of the corridor. There were fifth-year students, third-year students, and students from all four colleges.

When the fifth-year Gryffindors saw their own little boy standing pitifully in the middle of the corridor, looking bewildered, with a tall, menacing-looking Slytherin opposite him, their radars immediately went off, and they all jumped out to protect the little boy behind them.

"Evil Slytherins, are they going to bully even a lower-year student now?" a brown-haired Gryffindor boy said angrily.

"What kind of behavior is this, bullying younger students!" His friend immediately chimed in, then bent down and asked the little boy, "Don't be afraid, did he break your things just now? Did you hurt yourself?"

“What nonsense are you talking about?” a sixth-year Slytherin student said, his face dark with annoyance. “I didn’t touch this brat at all—”

"Aha!" the brown-haired Gryffindor boy shouted contemptuously. "Did he fall down on his own? If he fell down, why are you standing in front of him threatening and intimidating him?"

"I already said it has nothing to do with me. He fell down on his own. I don't need to waste my time with you stupid lions." The sixth-year Slytherin saw that the Gryffindor boys opposite him didn't believe him at all and prepared to turn around and leave. He had no interest in arguing with these brainless lions about his words and actions.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

Suddenly, a beam of red light shot out from behind him, knocking the brown-haired Gryffindor boy in the crowd more than a meter away.

"Sneak attack!"

"Damn Slytherin!"

"Obstacles are numerous!"

"Torn apart!"

"Petrify them all!"

"Immediately imprison them!"

In an instant, the corridor was filled with colorful spells, and the crowd descended into complete chaos. From the initial battle between upperclassmen Slytherin and a few Gryffindor boys to the current infighting between students from different houses in the corridor, only a few minutes had passed.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick, who was nearby, arrived and quelled the incident in the corridor. It was determined that the Slytherin and Gryffindor students were the first to strike, but which house made the first move remained a mystery, with both sides offering conflicting accounts, making it impossible to ascertain the truth.

In the end, Professor Flitwick had no choice but to give both sides equal punishment, thus ending the fight.

But what no one expected was that this unexpected struggle, in which it was unclear who was the instigator, would soon sweep across the entire Hogwarts.

*

First, Slytherin and Gryffindor started fighting in places where the professors weren't looking, then Ravenclaw got involved, and finally Hufflepuff was also inexplicably attacked.

"Things have been really strange lately." Hermione said, as she put Harry's broken glasses back on, glancing worriedly in the direction they had just left.

They had just finished class and were walking towards the Great Hall when they ran into a group of upperclassmen Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students. Many of them were familiar faces—all members of the two house teams.

Somehow, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, who were lagging behind and couldn't see what was happening, ended up fighting between the two groups.

Wood's eye socket was bruised and blackened, making it impossible to tell if it was Fred or George, and two horns had sprouted from his head.

Cedric Diggory, the most popular boy in Hufflepuff, looked the worst off. Half of his face was swollen and purple, and his robes looked burned and were tattered, making it impossible to recognize his former handsome appearance.

"When Professor McGonagall came to arrest people, several people didn't escape. I don't know if Lyra was caught." Hermione and Ron looked worriedly into the depths of the corridor. The three of them were afraid of Professor McGonagall, so they ran away as fast as they could.

Meanwhile, Lyra, whom they were worried about, was being dragged into a secluded storage room by a platinum-haired boy. A much taller boy opposite her had her arms tightly pinned against the wall, who was coldly interrogating her—

"I heard you're going on a date with that Hufflepuff pretty boy," she said, her platinum blonde hair hanging down instead of being styled with hair oil as usual, obscuring her stormy grey-blue eyes. "Is he your new boyfriend?"