HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 126 The Executioner Sent by the Ministry of Magic

When Lyra walked into the Great Hall in the morning, yawning, she saw the team members sitting at the table with no appetite. She also heard Harry quietly avoiding Ron and whispering to Hermione that he had seen her cat and a big black dog wandering on the lawn in the middle of the night.

No wonder she searched for ages last night and couldn't find a single dog hair! Turns out she went to play with Crookshanks!

Lyra forcefully cut a piece of syrup pie and gave it to Harry, encouraging him to eat more to replenish his energy for the upcoming match.

She even gave a large portion to Hermione, as if the Crookshanks' mistress gaining weight would appease her jealousy of the cat. Hermione smiled at Lyra, completely oblivious.

But during the match, Lyra quickly forgot all about it. She and Hermione sat in the high stands, shouting until their voices were hoarse, clapping their hands until they were red, yelling, jumping, and leaping around in the stands, finally giving each other an excited hug! Their excitement was palpable!

Gryffindor won!

When Gryffindor was leading Slytherin by sixty points, Harry used his extraordinary courage and superb flying skills to catch the Golden Snitch, ending the match cleanly and decisively.

The stands erupted in cheers, and the entire Gryffindor family wept with joy. Wood sobbed uncontrollably on Harry's shoulder, while Professor McGonagall cried even harder than Wood, having to wipe her tears with the Gryffindor flag in her hand.

They won! After many years, Gryffindor has finally won the Quidditch trophy again!

"You know! Since Charlie graduated, the Gryffindor team hasn't won a trophy!"

Percy screamed at the celebration party, so happy he was practically swaying with joy, spilling most of his pumpkin juice all over himself. His usual fastidiousness and student council president airs vanished; he was jumping around like a red-haired monkey, just like his other brothers—

Lyra and Hermione sat relaxed on the sofa watching the red-haired Weasleys celebrate wildly in the common room, lifting Harry up and tossing him toward the ceiling. The two girls exchanged a glance and then joined in the effort to lift Harry.

The good mood of winning the Quidditch trophy lasted for at least a week, but as June arrived, Lyra, like all fifth graders, began to feel overwhelmed.

Fifth grade is the year of the OWL (Ordinary Wizard Level) exam. The results of this exam are not only a final grade, but also determine the subjects you can continue to study in the next two years, which has a great impact on your future.

“At least that’s what Percy said,” Fred said.

“Fortunately, our vision for the future is completely different from Percy’s,” George continued. “Opening a joke shop doesn’t require you to get twelve O’s (excellent).

Percy must have heard the twins' complaints, but he didn't try to catch them for a long lecture as usual, because he was already a seventh-year student and preparing for the NEWT (Ultimate Wizarding Exam), which was the highest degree Hogwarts could offer.

Percy's future plan is to work for the Ministry of Magic, not just sit idly in a sinecure like Mr. Weasley. He makes no secret of his ambition, having said it more than once at home—he will strive for a high-ranking position, with his ultimate goal being Minister of Magic.

Therefore, Percy must pass the NEWT test and get excellent grades, with twelve Os being the best!

Lyra stuffed two chocolates into Fred and George's mouths. She was sure that if the two continued to disrupt the peace of the common room, Percy would explode. It was better to avoid a tragedy of sibling rivalry.

On the eve of exams, besides academic underachievers like the Weasley twins who had already given up, there are also academic high achievers who are very relaxed.

Dexter Fusco, who consistently ranks first in Ravenclaw, not only excels at his own revision but also finds time to help others with their studies.

"What, don't any students in your college need help?" George said sarcastically.

Fred, who is always more action-oriented, sat directly between Lyra and that annoying Ravenclaw, trying to break them up.

"Fred!" Lyra said sternly, "Don't disturb our studies!"

“I’m here to learn too,” Fred said innocently.

“Didn’t you already give up on the exam?” Leila tried to push Fred away, but couldn’t. She looked at George, hoping he would pull away his mischievous twin brother.

“We think it’s too early to give up now,” George said. Instead of helping, he pulled a book out of Lyra’s bag and joined Fred, sitting down next to Fosco. “It doesn’t fit the Gryffindor spirit of never giving up.”

Flanked by two red-haired men, Dexter Fosco had no choice but to continue explaining the key points of the exam, while occasionally being patted on the shoulder by a guy who was either Fred or George to express his gratitude.

Dexter Fosco felt he would need to go to Madam Pomfrey's later to get a potion—he probably had bruises on both shoulders.

"..." Lyra had to accept that the study group had expanded from two to four people, and the two cunning red-haired monkeys were very good at keeping their distance, causing trouble but stopping before Lyra could get angry.

Then they would launch a new wave of disruption.

Repeatedly.

If you try to shoo the twins away, their faces light up with a thirst for knowledge. They sit up straight, hold their quills properly, and diligently jot down the key points for the exam.

Leila was often speechless, enduring it for a long time, but she finally discovered the key point—

"Wait a minute, neither of you took this course this semester!"

*

After a chaotic period of studying, Lyra returned to the Gryffindor common room from the library, exhausted.

Those two wretched red-haired monkeys had already sneaked into the boys' dormitory, otherwise Leila swore she would have shaved off their red hair and made them into feather dusters.

"Hermione, are you sure you didn't copy the exam time wrong?" Ron asked cautiously.

"What?" Hermione grabbed the exam schedule, glanced at it, and put it down in frustration. "Of course I didn't copy it wrong!"

“Uh, but your Charms exam and Ancient Runes exam are both at one o’clock in the afternoon,” Harry said, full of doubt. “How could you possibly be sitting in two exam rooms at the same time?”

Lyra overheard the conversation between the three people, leaned closer, and picked up Hermione's exam schedule.

“Hermione,” Lyra said curiously, “you have to take both arithmetic and transfiguration tests at the same time on Monday morning at nine o’clock!”

As Hermione faced three pairs of puzzled eyes, feeling somewhat awkward, a noise came from the window, and a beautiful white owl flew in carrying a note.

It's Harry's owl, Hedwig.

“It was written by Hagrid,” Harry tore open the note. “The date for Buckbeak’s appeal has been set for the sixth.”

"Oh no, the Ministry of Magic is sending an executioner!" Harry read out in a panic.