HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 171 Gemini Meteor Shower

“I think we should analyze this first,” Hermione said seriously. “Last night’s rose invitation was huge; the girls in our dorm are still talking about it enthusiastically from last night until this morning—”

“Harry, you should get some flowers ready too, hmm, but don’t send red roses,” Ron racked his brains, “send some, uh, white roses…?”

“That’s not original at all!” Hermione retorted immediately. “Layla received so many roses last night, but she didn’t seem particularly happy. I don’t think this approach will work.”

Harry thought Hermione made a good point.

"How about lilies instead?" Ron continued to suggest.

"I've already said, it's not as simple as just changing the flowers!" Hermione explained impatiently. "Sending flowers is out of the question—"

"Then what should we do?" Ron was getting annoyed. "You're a girl, you should understand Lyra's feelings best. You come up with a useful idea—"

Harry looked at Hermione with expectant eyes.

“I’m not sure either… but from what I know of Lyra, she’s not one to seek the limelight,” Hermione said hesitantly. “Similarly, Harry doesn’t like to attract attention either. I think it would be better to find an opportunity in private, when it’s just the two of us, and quietly extend the invitation.”

Harry thought Hermione's analysis was spot on. The thought of having to do what other boys did—either publicly invite them or send them flowers—made his hair stand on end.

Putting aside the embarrassment of being rejected, just imagine how uncontrollably you might become a pitiful stutterer in front of everyone...

“Harry should play to his strengths—” Hermione thought it was important, “his unique, personal strengths as Harry himself.”

“What unique advantage do I have?” Harry said, lacking confidence. “This scar on my forehead?”

“Don’t say that, buddy,” Ron defended his friend. “You’ve played Quidditch brilliantly. You’re the youngest Seeker in the school’s history! And the youngest Warrior right now!”

“I can’t exactly ride a broomstick to invite Lyra, can I?” Harry shook his head. “And I can’t defeat the dragon again, that would be too silly.”

“Or we could ask Fred and George,” Ron said. “As Lyra’s best friends, they’d be more than capable if they were willing to help you—”

“But Fred and George completely ruined Diggory’s invitation!” Harry said.

“That’s because they hate that Hufflepuff pretty boy. I’m afraid they haven’t forgiven Diggory since the last Quidditch match when Hufflepuff beat our team—” Ron said with certainty, “but Harry is one of us, so there’s no problem!”

Harry was still unsure. He thought of Sirius and decided to write to him. During the summer holidays, he'd heard from Remus that Sirius was incredibly popular with girls at school, even receiving more love letters than his father—

For a seasoned lover like Sirius, receiving such a ball invitation might be a piece of cake.

Ron thought Harry was absolutely right. Even now, when the group of them went to the Three Broomsticks shop, the beautiful proprietress Rosmerta gave Sirius a free bottle of mead and winked at him.

Ron was extremely envious at the time.

"..." Hermione always felt that Sirius's popularity was purely because of his excessively handsome face.

If it weren't for Remus's tireless efforts to clean up his messes, Sirius, with his unreliable and tactless nature, would have undoubtedly been beaten up by countless men and women...

But Hermione swallowed her thoughts.

Sirius is, after all, Harry's godfather, an adult wizard who can give Harry advice. The dragon project last time was quite reliable, so who knows, he might have some good suggestions!

Soon, before noon, Harry received Sirius's reply.

In his letter, Sirius said that he had never pursued a girl before; it was always the female protagonist who took the initiative to approach him, and he had no experience in this area to offer.

However, Harry's father, James Potter, was always pursuing Harry's mother, Lily, including but not limited to taking every opportunity to enthusiastically surround Lily, often fiddling with a Golden Snitch in his hand so that Lily could remember that he was an excellent Seeker, etc. - the Potter family's excellent flying talent was hereditary.

Unfortunately, all of this backfired: Lily was thoroughly fed up with these tricks.

"..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all fell silent after reading the letter.

However, at the end of the letter, Sirius still offered a small amount of help.

He recalled a funny and romantic little spell, an obscure weather spell that could make snowflakes fall on people's heads—it was said to be very popular when they were in school, and many boys used it to win the hearts of girls.

"This is quite interesting. I only knew one weather incantation for thunderstorms before—"

Hermione was very interested and immediately started learning. Now, crystal-clear snowflakes kept falling from above her head, creating a beautiful and romantic atmosphere instead of making her feel cold.

Harry carefully observed the falling snowflakes; each one was a perfect six-petaled star.

“Harry, this spell is really cool. I suggest you learn it and then use your wand to cast it when you’re alone with Lyra—” Hermione exclaimed.

She was still immersed in the snowflakes, happily twirling around. Ron watched Hermione's smile bloom amidst the snowflakes and nodded unconsciously.

Harry is determined to learn this weather spell.

Harry, who was learning new spells under Hermione's guidance, was unaware that Sirius had secretly prepared a surprise for him.

*

Lyra followed behind Fred and George as the three of them struggled up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower.

What's up there?

Leila remained skeptical of the twins' claim that there was a surprise at the Astronomical Tower.

"Trust us, buddy, we guarantee you won't regret it."

“You two better be—” Layla squinted and glared threateningly at the two red-haired men in front of her; they were as adept at climbing as monkeys.

Lyra usually doesn't bother climbing such a long staircase when she's not in astronomy class, since the Astronomy Tower is the highest point in Hogwarts.

"So what exactly do you want me to see?" Lyra looked at the empty astronomical tower with a puzzled expression. The empty platform had only a few telescopes on it.

"five--"

"Four--"

"three--"

"two--"

"one!"

Suddenly Fred and George started counting down, and as soon as they finished speaking, Lyra was pushed in front of a telescope.

In the pitch-black night, shooting stars, like dazzling gems, streaked across the sky, leaving long trails and creating magnificent trajectories that instantly illuminated the entire night.

This is a dreamlike visual feast.