HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 157 Admonitions from Parents

“Gabrielle would be ecstatic to know I’ll see you again!” Fleur nestled close to Lyra in her chair. “I’ll go back and write to her in a bit—”

"Oh, by the way, where did your boyfriend go?"

"Pfft—" Lyra couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of pumpkin juice.

"Cough, cough," Leila coughed, finally managing to stop, "What boyfriend? I don't have one—"

"It's that guy with the really unique hair color, the platinum blonde one—"

Fred and George seemed to activate some kind of detection radar on their bodies, their two identical freckled faces staring intently at the two pretty girls.

Leila initially tried to gloss over the situation.

“Oh…him, I mean,” Lyra picked up her glass again, pretending to drink pumpkin juice, “well…we just met by chance…”

Fred and George sat to Leila's left, watching her and Fleur with suspicion.

Fleur sat to Leila's right, completely oblivious to Leila's reluctance to bring up the matter, and was still excitedly reminiscing.

"Gabrielle said that platinum-haired older brother is very handsome, and she thinks you're very pretty too. She thinks you two are a perfect match—"

“Platinum hair color—” Fred repeated syllable by syllable.

“Boyfriend—” George practically spat out the word through gritted teeth.

"..." Leila didn't know what to say, she could only give a helpless smile.

"Is your boyfriend also a Hogwarts student? Let me look. Platinum gold really suits the Delacour family's aesthetic—"

Furong diligently searched the long tables of the four academies in the auditorium, when suddenly she exclaimed in surprise.

"Hi—" Fleur waved enthusiastically toward the Slytherin table, "Platinum-haired boy! Lyra's boyfriend, hello there—"

Lyra saw Draco Malfoy look up blankly at Fleur, then his expression changed, clearly remembering the silver-haired sisters from that night—finally, he lowered his head expressionlessly, said a few words to Blaise beside him, and quickly left the table.

...This is indeed a good solution; you can copy this approach.

Lyra quickly pulled Fleur away from the Gryffindor table, escaping the questioning red-haired twins, the shocked classmates, and the people in the Great Hall who were gossiping about Fleur's words and actions.

*

Lyra later tried desperately to explain to her friends that she had not been in a relationship with Malfoy of Slytherin, but it's hard to say how much of that they believed her.

For example, twins—

"Why don't you just say that you also ran into the Malfoy boy that night?"

For example, Harry—

"I've seen you two together many times..."

For example, Hermione—

"So you're friends, or something...?"

For example, roommates—

“Didn’t you date someone from Slytherin before? I thought you were into that kind of thing…” Arya said.

“I’m not interfering in your love life, darling, but the Malfoy boys are really annoying—” Angelina frowned.

"I really! Did not! Have! A! Romantic! Relationship! With! Draco Malfoy!"

Leila reiterated this point once again.

“Okay, okay, but I think you really need a new boyfriend so people will stop spreading this rumor,” your roommates said.

Then they started actively giving her advice.

“What do you think of Diggory?” Arya suggested the first candidate. “I heard he’s still single, but I’m sure he won’t be for long—”

“That’s right, he’s a champion of Hogwarts now!” Angelina chimed in.

"How about we consider Harry?" Angelina thought for a moment. "He's a champion too, and he's from our house. It's good to have something in our family..."

“I think Cedric Diggory is more suitable. Harry is two years younger than Lyra—” Arya, whose boyfriend is Hufflepuff, still favors Diggory.

“But Harry has grown a lot taller this year; in fact, you might not be able to tell they’re two years apart if you don’t look closely,” Angelina said. “And Harry is still the savior of Britain…”

Someone, please kill her!

Leila wailed and collapsed onto the bed, intending to smother herself with a pillow.

*

Every time anyone at Hogwarts sees Lyra White, Draco Malfoy, or Fleur Delacour, they are reminded of the latest romantic scandal in the castle.

Draco Malfoy reacted coldly to this.

Of course, he denied all of Slytherin's friends, and he didn't need to be too explicit; simply stating the Malfoy family's traditions and history with arrogance was enough.

The rest were handled by Pansy, who always considered the Malfoy throne her possession, who offered to explain and deny it, and by her roommate Blaise, who helped cover up the situation.

But he wasn't sure how much Brace knew about his true thoughts.

That day at the Quidditch World Cup, when he saw Leslie Foley, the former Slytherin prefect, harassing the dark-haired girl, he impulsively stepped forward and interrupted him.

Perhaps Blaise had already sensed something at that time, otherwise why would he be chatting so pleasantly with a Gryffindor girl, praising and flattering her so enthusiastically? After all, Blaise was very picky and never did anything in vain, so all of this must have been because of him.

Given his relationship with Blaise, it wouldn't have been a problem for him to subtly hint at something in private or implicitly admit it.

But on that very night, during the World Cup, the Black Wizard was having a wild party. In the midst of the chaos, he ran into her when she was in trouble and couldn't help but step in. Afterwards, he instinctively protected her in front of the Black Wizard.

Although the situation was chaotic, he still recognized his father's voice.

He had long known that his family supported the Dark Lord's ideology, although his parents never told him these things, only telling him about the glory of purebloods, the pride of the Malfoy family, and the orthodoxy of Slytherin.

But he was aware that his family donated large sums of Galleons to the Ministry of Magic every year. He was no longer young, and after starting school, he had vaguely heard many things from the school, such as the Malfoy family, or rather, most of the pure-blood families of Slytherin, having followed and supported the Dark Lord, either openly or secretly.

Hearing about it was one thing, but it was quite another to witness his father indiscriminately attacking Muggles and other wizards among the dark wizards. The shock he felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

From the moment the malevolent dark wizard attacked him and Lyra, to the moment his father intervened to protect them, his mind was in complete chaos. He relied entirely on instinct to escape, and also on the hand tightly held by the dark-haired girl beside him.

When he managed to escape in the chaos and return to his own tent, Zabini and his mother had already left. Only his parents, with solemn expressions, were sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

He received a double warning from his parents—

Do not have any connection with the people of Gryffindor.