HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 114 The Ancient Eastern Curse of the Green Hat

Lyra swore she really tried her best to dissuade him, but Draco proudly declared that Slytherin green was the noblest color in the world, bar none.

Before she could even tell this platinum-rich young master about the ancient curse in the East that it might be unlucky for a boy to wear a green hat, he gave her a look that said, "You're just making excuses not to give it to him."

In the end, Lyra reluctantly agreed to the other party's strong request.

Actually, the ancient Eastern curse of being cuckolded might not be accurate, right? Maybe this curse only works on the distant Eastern continent?

In short, may Merlin bless Draco Malfoy so that he never travels to the East again.

Fine, considering the other party's willingness to offer a green hat (a symbol of infidelity), she'll let it go and forgive them for disrupting the last Hogsmeade social event.

What did Draco just say to you?

As soon as Leila parted ways with the young master who loved green, she was pulled into a warm embrace by a hand with distinct knuckles.

"Honey," a handsome face loomed closer, his long, narrow, golden-brown eyes sparkling with irresistible charm as he winked at her, "Are their Christmas presents all better than mine? I'm getting jealous—"

"Do you really want to know what Draco's Christmas present is?" Lyra nestled lazily in Blaise's arms, listening to his seemingly genuine but actually feigned complaint. "If you like, I can give you the same present as Draco—"

Faced with Lyra's proactive inquiry, Blaise cautiously kissed her hair and tentatively asked, "Honey, aren't you angry with Draco anymore?"

“I’m not angry.” Lyra looked at him with a knowing look, but Blaise immediately understood. His less-than-Gryffindor mischievousness and cunning in his Rose personality resurfaced.

“No, thank you,” Blaise immediately declined the same gift as Draco, “I prefer unique gifts, like…”

A mint was placed in Leila's mouth, followed by a passionate kiss, as if trying to share the coolness.

The two of them sat by the empty window, savoring the sweetness of a mint until the cool, sweet juice was completely swallowed.

“I still love sharing delicious food with you the most, Honey.” Blaise looked contentedly at his rose, which had been tinged with rouge because of him, and leaned down again to linger on his increasingly moist and crimson lips.

*

Harry, completely unaware of his arch-nemesis Malfoy's insistence on being cuckolded, is now facing his own dilemma.

Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor school team, just had an awkward conversation with Harry.

“After the last match, you know, Harry, I’ve been thinking all Christmas about... well, if the Dementors show up again for the next match... I mean... uh, we can’t let you... that would be tantamount to automatically forfeiting…”

Wood wasn't very good at this kind of skillful conversation, and he had intended to bring it up very naturally, but eventually stopped stammering.

“I’ve already started working on this,” Harry quickly understood Wood’s unfinished point and immediately said, “I’ve already arranged with Professor Lupin to learn how to resist the effects of Dementors this week, and I will try my best to solve this problem.”

Wood's expression instantly brightened, and he seemed relieved. Then Wood asked his second question: Had Harry ordered a new flying broom?

Ron eagerly told Wood that Harry had received a Firebolt as a Christmas present.

"Merlin's glasses!" Wood was completely overjoyed, as if he could already see Gryffindor winning the Quidditch trophy.

"Don't get excited, Oliver, Professor McGonagall has already confiscated the Firebolt," Harry said gloomily.

Upon learning that the Gryffindor team was supposed to have the world's newest and fastest flying broomstick, but Professor McGonagall confiscated it to check for any curses, Oliver Wood patted his chest and declared that he would take care of it.

Unfortunately, Oliver Wood, a Quidditch fanatic and captain of the Gryffindor school team, was ruthlessly rejected by Professor McGonagall and given a severe dressing-down, criticized for valuing the game more than Harry.

On Thursday, after her Potions class, Lyra received a note from Professor Lupin: the first Patronus Spell tutorial would be held tonight at 8 p.m. in the History of Magic classroom.

“I think you and Ron should be nicer to Hermione,” Lyra said as she and Harry trudged up the stairs to the History of Magic classroom. “She means well.”

"We know, but those are fire bolts, and they're not necessarily dangerous..."

"Come on, if Professor McGonagall hadn't thought there was a high chance it was from Black, she wouldn't have taken it for an examination. You know, she really wants to see Gryffindor win..."

The two chatted as they walked, arriving at the classroom ahead of schedule. Professor Lupin hadn't arrived yet, and the classroom was dark. Lyra waved her wand, turning on the lights.

Professor Lupin arrived after only five minutes, carrying a large package, which he placed on Professor Binns's lectern.

Harry: "What's that?"

“Another Boggart,” Professor Lupin said with a smile. “I searched for a long time in the castle before I found it. This Boggart was hidden in Mr. Filch’s filing cabinet.”

Lyra secretly regretted it after hearing this. If she had known there was a Boggart hiding there, she, George, and Fred would have gone and claimed it for themselves. Hmm, maybe their night patrol team could search the castle again and maybe they could find something.

“The Boggart is the closest thing to a Dementor we can find. It can transform into a Dementor when it sees you, so we can use it to practice our Patronus Spells…”

Harry listened attentively to Professor Lupin, but Lyra felt a little guilty. She, Fred, and George had already tested it, and her Boggart wasn't a Dementor!

Looks like I'll have to let Harry go first, and then I can use Harry's Dementors for a bit...

Professor Lupin took out his wand and began to demonstrate for the two of them. Only after Harry and Lyra were familiar with the Patronus Charm did he begin to help them understand it on a deeper level.

"A guardian spirit is a protection, a defense. If successful, it will act as a shield between you and the Dementors. It is a positive force."

Harry and Lyra began to imagine a giant as tall as Hagrid standing in front of them, wielding a big club and ready to protect them.

"Remember, what the Patronus Spell advocates is exactly what Dementors feed on—hope, happiness, and the desire to live. So when you practice this spell, concentrate your mind and try your best to recall something happy."

"Who wants to try first?"