HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 188 The Scene of Eating Melon

During recess, a large group of Gryffindors were chatting in the hallway.

For some reason, a group of boys surrounded two tall, red-haired boys, clapping and whistling continuously. They even prepared to lift the two up and toss them into the air, treating them like some great heroes.

"Fred! George!"

An angry figure interrupted the traditional victory celebration in the corridor. A group of boys looked embarrassed and guilty, as if their hands and feet had suddenly grown out of them and they didn't know where to put them.

The two sixth-grade boys who were carrying Fred panicked and let go, causing Fred to fall heavily to the floor with a thud.

George, who was luckier on the other side, gave his brother a pained look: that sound must have hurt.

Fred's hissing breaths, squeezed out between his teeth, confirmed this as he glared at his brother, who had no brotherly love, as he got up from the floor.

George pretended not to see her and gave the angry black-haired girl an innocent smile.

"Hi, Layla."

"Did you two do it?" Layla glared at the two red-haired men in front of her, her dangerous tone filled with certainty, though it was a question.

"What?" George looked innocent, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

Fred quietly rubbed his sore bottom; he swore he hadn't seen George smile so innocently since he was six.

“Hey, I think we should go to the auditorium for lunch—” Fred quickly caught up with George, trying to smooth things over, “otherwise the chicken legs will be all gone.”

Leila sneered and gestured for the two red-haired men to turn around and look around.

Fred and George obediently followed her instructions, blinking their big eyes as they looked around—

Well, the area was filled with all sorts of people dawdling around, pretending to tie their shoelaces or drop their books. In short, they were all crowded around the scene, eager to see the live broadcast.

“I’m sure everyone in the hallway will save you a few fried chicken legs,” Lyra said slowly. “After all, there probably aren’t many people sitting at the Gryffindor table—”

The Gryffindors in their gold and red ties throughout the corridor shook themselves, moving further away from the two red-haired, freckled creatures, thus creating more space around Fred and George—but no one was willing to leave; they were simply making sure they wouldn't get splattered with blood later.

Even Ron, who loves fried chicken legs the most, had his feet firmly planted on the floor in the corner of the corridor, showing no intention of going to eat lunch, even though he had just finished a morning of classes and was starving.

Harry quietly stood beside his friend, keeping silent. Although he had just been one of those clapping enthusiastically at the red-haired twins, Lyra looked truly terrifying now; she had already started rolling up her sleeves and wiping her wand...

Hermione didn't say anything either; she was probably the only one there who wasn't nervous.

She had heard about the series of explosions in the Hufflepuff History of Magic classroom that morning. Given the chaos caused by the explosion disrupting the entire history of magic class, she felt that even if Lyra tore the twins to pieces and pieced them back together with slug slime, it would be a fate they deserved.

But just as Fred let out his first scream, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in the corridor and saved him and his twin brother.

"Why aren't you having lunch in the Great Hall? What are you all doing here?" Professor McGonagall stared sternly at the group of Gryffindors, especially the three students standing in the middle of the open space. No, to be precise, it should be a dark-haired girl standing there, and two red-haired boys lying on the ground hugging the dark-haired girl's legs.

These were three students she knew very well, so well that they gave her a headache. It wasn't that they were bad kids; each of them was a good kid with their own strengths. It was just that each one of them was more unreliable than the last.

"Professor, we were just joking. We'll go to the auditorium for lunch right away."

As the dark-haired girl explained, the surrounding Gryffindors breathed a collective sigh of relief, even Hermione. They were terrified that Lyra, furious, would truthfully confess to Professor McGonagall what the Weasley brothers had done that morning, resulting in the Weasleys losing fifty points—for every single one of them.

Gryffindor's rubies couldn't withstand being rubbed any more.

Professor McGonagall looked at Lyra and the twins suspiciously. The three of them tried their best to put on sincere expressions. Professor McGonagall then turned to the students around her, her gaze sweeping over them sternly.