HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Lyra's Date (2)

Lyra was invited to Hogsmeade by her pen pal, who was a major shareholder in a book company.

With this strong advantage, Blaise Zabini defeated many competitors and won the final victory quietly.

His poor roommate and best friend Draco Malfoy had no idea that his invitation had failed not because of his previous disruption of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff social event, nor because of his recent act of disguising himself as a Dementor and causing trouble in a Quidditch match.

After drinking the age-enhancing potion and dressing up carefully, Blaise left the Slytherin common room in high spirits, leaving his gloomy platinum roommate to the infatuated Pansy and the enthusiastic Daphne.

"Good morning, my rose." The adult version of Blaise greeted the dark-haired girl who seemed to sparkle in his eyes in a deep, magnetic voice.

Leila returned a menacing smile.

Lyra hadn't planned to accept any invitations from Hogsmeade this time, but unfortunately, the impeccably dressed chocolate-loving young man in front of her cunningly used his other identity as a major shareholder of the book company Lyra was signed with to invite popular author Rose Love to meet and discuss the subject matter of her next book and new plans for its future packaging.

“Oh, Honey, your smile is terrifying,” Blaise said, his eyes relaxed, seemingly unaffected by Lyra’s sharp gaze, “but as captivating as ever.”

Lyra, reluctantly appeased, reached out and took Blaise's arm. The two left Honeyduke and headed toward the post office on Central Avenue, where there were at least three hundred owls, from great grey owls to little bard owls—a must-visit for owl enthusiasts.

After giving Lyra a good petting session, Blaise took her to the Pig's Head Bar.

Leila had never been here before, so she toured the little bar with great interest: a tattered wooden sign hung above the entrance, depicting a severed pig's head, its blood soaking through the white cloth wrapped around it.

The tavern was dimly lit; the first floor was a bar, and the second floor seemed to be a hotel.

The boss was an old man who seemed to have an eccentric temper. He was tall and thin, with long, gray hair and beard.

Leila felt that the old man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

The entire tavern was unremarkable, except for an oil painting hanging on the living room wall that was pleasing to the eye—it depicted a very cute blonde girl who looked somewhat shy and would hide at the edge of the frame, but in reality, she would secretly observe the unfamiliar customers who entered the tavern. Her eyes seemed to speak volumes, revealing a hint of mischief and liveliness that was not easily detected.

But the advantages of the pub are also very obvious: it's quiet and less crowded.

This is a great place to have a drink and chat with friends. Lyra and Blaise spent a very relaxing time chatting here.

Afterwards, Brace intended to continue taking a walk outdoors with Lyra, but at the intersection of Central Avenue, the two encountered the red-haired twins and Lee Jordan.

Lyra decisively pulled Blaise to hide around the corner, then ruthlessly said goodbye to the handsome chocolate guy, ignoring his reluctant expression.

Lyra, now single again, wanted to chase after Fred and George, but she had only walked a few steps from the intersection when she ran into the Platinum Prince, who was also alone and looked lonely because he was missing his two big followers.

*

Harry got up early Saturday morning, packed his Invisibility Cloak into his backpack, put the Marauder's Map in his pocket, and then went downstairs with Ron for breakfast.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione, sitting at the other end, kept casting suspicious glances at Harry, but Harry avoided her eyes, deliberately pulled his chair out loudly, and then walked up the marble stairs to say a loud goodbye to Ron, who was standing in the crowd preparing to go to the castle's front gate.

"Goodbye, Ron!" Harry said. "Don't forget to bring me some chocolate frogs when you get back!"

Hermione withdrew her suspicious gaze and followed the crowd toward the front door, preparing to depart for Hogsmeade.

Seeing this, Ron smiled and winked at Harry, mouthing "See you later."

Harry rushed up to the fourth floor and ran towards the statue of the One-Eyed Witch.

Hermione's suspicions about Harry were correct, because Harry indeed had no intention of staying in the castle alone. He planned to sneak away through the secret passage to Hogsmeade, just like last time, to meet up with Ron.

But this time Harry encountered a little trouble: first he ran into Neville, who had been deprived of his chance to go to Hogsmeade by Professor McGonagall, and then he ran into Professor Snape, whom he least wanted to see.

By the time Harry finally managed to shake off the two men and arrived at Honeydukes while hiding under the Invisibility Cloak, Ron was already getting impatient.

"Why are you so late?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"Don't even mention it, I ran into Snape..."

Harry and Ron spent a lot of time visiting the shops they hadn't had a chance to see last time. The shop that they lingered over the most was Zonko, a magical joke shop where even George and Fred's wildest dreams could be fulfilled.

The two boys lost a lot of Galleons here, but gained a lot of dung balls, burp candy, and frog egg soap.

“Look, a nose-biting teacup! George and Fred just had one too!” Ron excitedly prepared to buy one as well.

"It's just the two of them. Where's Lyra?" Harry had also heard the rumor. "Could Lyra really have a new date?"

With something on his mind, Harry didn't want to stay indoors any longer, so they headed toward the Screaming Shack on the slope, even resisting the urge to go in for a Butterbeer as they passed the Three Brooms.

“Hermione is probably in there,” Ron said in a low voice.

Harry leaned against the fence, surveying the famous haunted house.

All the windows of the house were boarded up, so people couldn't peek inside from the outside.

The dusty house also had a gloomy, overgrown garden that was unsettling.

“Nobody can get in here,” Ron continued enthusiastically to Harry. “George and Fred tried, but all the entrances are sealed off. Unless you force your way in, that would be too noisy…”

Harry was about to suggest to Ron that they go inside and take a look when they both heard voices nearby—someone was walking towards the haunted house from the other side of the hill.

A very familiar, drawn-out tone slowly and deliberately introduced the Screaming Shack.

"Although this haunted house is dilapidated, it has a certain history. My dad said it was here back when he was in school..."

Soon, Harry saw Malfoy's light golden hair, which seemed to reflect light in the sunlight, and then he saw his black hair, which shimmered with a satin sheen.

Wearing a black cloak, which accentuated Leila's snow-white complexion.

Harry and Ron were both extremely surprised, and a feeling of betrayal from their friends immediately welled up inside them.

“Now my dad’s owl could come at any moment. He has to go to a hearing and tell them about my arm… about how I can’t move my arm for three months…”

"Do you want your father to execute that hippogriff?"

Lyra's displeased voice came through, and Harry and Ron could see her brows furrowed, clearly indicating her opposition to Malfoy's opinion.

This made Harry and Ron feel much better.

Malfoy and Lyra had already rounded the bend and spotted Ron standing alone in the Screaming Shack.

Draco Malfoy saw Ron and his face showed an offended displeasure; he was clearly very unhappy that his time alone with Lyra had been interrupted.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Lyra.

"What are you doing here, Weasley?" The platinum-haired young master's smile was full of malice. "Looking to move in? I heard your whole family lives in one house, so this must be a mansion for you, right?"

Ron and Lyra's expressions changed, but before Lyra could stop them and Ron could step forward to beat up the foul-mouthed platinum young master, a big lump of mud hit the platinum-haired man's head.

Smelly mud dripped from her beautiful pale blonde hair.