HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 The Betrayal of the Golden Eagle Owl

Harry could sense that Ron and Hermione were watching him nervously, but he didn't have the energy to respond to his two good friends. He didn't even know what he had for dinner, or whether he had even eaten dinner at all.

Harry had no recollection of this at all. His body felt like a walking corpse as he was swept along by the crowd into the common room. A cheerful laugh stung him like a needle.

Harry looked up and saw Fred and George announcing that they had laid six dung balls to celebrate the upcoming holiday, while the black-haired girl, strung between the red-haired twins, giggled incessantly, and the three of them chased and played around as usual.

But this time Harry only glanced at them before looking away. He bypassed the crowd, leaving Ron and Hermione behind, and quietly returned to his empty dormitory alone.

Harry lowered the curtains around the bed, sat on it, and quietly looked through the photos from his parents' wedding day.

A happy smile graced Mom's face. Dad, his hair sticking up in all directions in a messy mess, was grinning foolishly as he held Mom's hand. And... and next to Dad, very close by, was another smiling face—a handsome, happy face.

This is their best man, and also the friend who betrayed his parents, Sirius Black, the one who caused him to not have his parents' Hogsmeade license signed by them, and who, even after escaping from Azkaban, continues to hunt him down.

How ridiculous! During the Three Brooms incident, he hid behind the Christmas tree, eager to overhear whether Lyra had dated Cedric or not; when Professor McGonagall and the others came in, he was too afraid of being caught breaking school rules to hear any secrets he was about to hear—secrets about the deaths of his parents, about their betrayal by their best friend, and about their betrayal by their only son's godfather.

It is said that Black was imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years. Is this the price he paid for betraying his parents and becoming an orphan? When those terrible Dementors approached Black, did Black hear Lily Potter's screams like Harry did?

Harry closed the photo album, took off his robes and glasses, and as he tucked the album into the bedside table, he bumped into a crystal bottle filled with a pale purple liquid. It was a birthday gift from Lyra—a bottle of lavender essential oil to help him sleep.

Just put two drops on your pillow before bed, and you'll have a good dream.

Harry recalled Lyra's description in the letter, stroked the crystal bottle, and then buried it under the photo album.

He doesn't deserve a good dream.

As long as Black, who betrayed his parents, remained at large, he could not find true peace of mind. An unprecedented hatred flowed through Harry's body, gnawing at his heart like poison.

*

After Lyra returned from Hogsmeade, George and Fred complained incessantly about Lyra's heartless abandonment, causing them to be repeatedly warned by Wood on their way back to the castle not to be tricked by Hufflepuff into revealing Gryffindor's new Quidditch tactics.

That night, the two red-haired humanoid ball-like creatures seemed exceptionally energetic, dragging her around the common room throwing dung balls, then chasing each other around as they were attacked by their victims, so much so that they didn't even have time to ask Harry about her first Hogsmeade experience.

Lyra noticed that Harry seemed a bit tired when he returned to his dormitory that night, wondering if he had played too much. When she saw Harry again on the second day of the holiday, he looked much better and was warming himself by the fireplace in the common room with Ron and Hermione.

"Good evening." Lyra rarely walked alone in the castle. Fred and George had gone home for the holidays. This Christmas, only Ron was left in the Weasley family. He was there to spend time with his good friend Harry. The Weasley family was very supportive and understanding.

"It's Christmas tomorrow, are you still doing your homework tonight?" Lyra picked up one of the many files spread out on Ron's lap. She was really curious, since she had never seen Ron do his homework on his own during the holidays.

"In 1772, the Hippogriff was convicted..." Lyra read aloud the contents of the dossier. "What is this, Hagrid's homework?"

“No,” Hermione and Ron glanced at Harry, who replied coldly, “we’re preparing a defense for Buckbeak, the hippogriff that scratched Malfoy in Hagrid’s class.”

“Malfoy’s father, Lucius Malfoy, filed a complaint against Buckbeak. The Committee on Dangerous Creatures is going to hold a hearing on Buckbeak. If Buckbeak fails in his defense, he will be executed,” Ron said indignantly.

“But Hagrid isn’t good at defense or anything,” Hermione said, clutching a huge stack of files for reference, “so we’ve borrowed all the famous cases about animals to help him with that.”

Lyra recalled the Platinum Prince's demeanor, which clearly indicated he had been spoiled by his parents, and his famous childhood catchphrase, "I'm going to tell my dad!" She found it not surprising that even if Malfoy had just scraped his skin at school, the older Malfoy would make a big deal out of it and file a complaint.

So the reason why this little rascal with beautiful moonlight-like hair and delicate features was able to do so many annoying things at Hogsmeade last time was simply because he was spoiled by his doting parents!

Hmph, the young master of the Malfoy family is very rich, isn't he? He booked out the entire teahouse, didn't he? He bought out all the Christmas candy gift boxes, didn't he? You won't be receiving any gifts this Christmas. He said he originally wanted to send Christmas candy gift boxes, but unfortunately he couldn't buy any!

Lyra was determined this time. Even after receiving the usual expensive emerald jewelry from the young master Platinum on Christmas Day, she did not change her mind. She simply had her owl send a Christmas card with a cold message.

The Malfoy family's magnificent giant golden eagle was constantly being sent by the young master Platinum to demand replies and gifts, which Lyra ignored. However, she felt a little pity for the golden eagle owl, which was forced to work extra hours, and she specially fed it a lot of its secret-recipe delicious jerky.

The golden eagle affectionately nuzzled Lyra's fingers. Although it didn't get what its owner wanted, the owl, captivated by the delicious food, didn't throw a tantrum or peck at people as usual; it was extremely well-behaved.

But the golden eagle was ostracized by the other owls. A group of owls who came to deliver packages to their owner cooed and urged the golden eagle to make way. They were still waiting in line to eat the secret-recipe jerky—no, they were waiting to deliver packages to Lyra for their owner!