HP: I beat the otome game at Hogwarts

Chapter 82 The Slytherin Who Sneezes

“Look at his robes,” Draco Malfoy said sarcastically, sitting on the sofa in the Slytherin common room. “He’s dressed like one of our house-elves.”

“I really don’t know how the principal conducts the interviews—” Pansy chimed in loudly, “Does getting old make your eyesight fail you!”

Less than two weeks into the semester, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become a popular subject for most people in the castle.

Although Professor Lupin may not seem to be very wealthy or in good health, he is indeed a truly excellent teacher. His classes are humorous and engaging, and he has a very good temper—the last point being the complete opposite of a certain professor at Hogwarts.

Ever since Neville's Boggart, a third-year Gryffindor student, became a sensation throughout the school, the terror of a certain ill-tempered professor who loved to spray poison had reached a new level. Students from all four houses were indiscriminately subjected to mental attacks, with Gryffindor students suffering the most.

But no one blames Professor Lupin; everyone enjoys his classes—except for the Slytherin group.

After all, one of the professors was the Head of their House, and protecting their own was a long-standing tradition in Slytherin. The Slytherin students were just secretly praying that the Head of House would end the indiscriminate attacks soon and concentrate his firepower on torturing those stupid lions.

Theodore Nott listened with disinterest as the small group echoed Draco Malfoy, their mockery of Professor Lupin increasingly resembling the Dean's style.

“Where are you going, Theodore?” Daphne noticed Theodore Nott getting up.

"walk."

“Oh, would you like me to come with you?” Daphne said considerately.

"No need."

"Then have a pleasant walk." Daphne was not satisfied with Theodore's cold and curt reply, but her ladylike manners prevented her from rolling her eyes on the spot.

Ten minutes later, on the lawn by Black Lake, watching the familiar swallowtail dog that kept jumping on him, Theodore Nott was very glad he had chosen to walk alone.

*

Recently, Lyra has started feeding the big black dog at night, since time is sometimes tight during breaks between classes and she can't always make it in time—an experience of almost being late for a potions class made Lyra quickly change the feeding time.

"Good evening, Knight~" Lyra had become very familiar with the big dog.

The large black dog readily accepted the Gryffindor girl's offering—fried chicken legs, boiled eggs, and ham sandwiches.

"Woof!" It even started ordering food.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby, we don't have pan-fried cod today. I'll definitely bring you some tomorrow—" Leila unconditionally doted on this big dog who had experienced the hardships of being a stray.

“But I brought you something else delicious today—” Lyra smiled and took out a crystal bottle, “This is a drink to help Knight get better.”

The large black dog immediately took a step back upon seeing the crystal bottle.

"Hey? Knight, do you recognize this kind of bottle?" Lyra felt that the big dog's reaction was as if he knew that the crystal bottle contained a potion, not some kind of drink.

"Woof woof!" The big dog took another step back.

“It really is a drink, I’m not lying to you—” Lyra tried to fool the big dog. She thought she might be overthinking it; how could a dog know that it contained a magic potion?

"Woof woof woof!" The big dog completely refused to cooperate and loudly protested.

"Try it, Knight. If you drink it, I'll bring you double the amount of pan-fried cod tomorrow, how about that?" Lyra approached the big dog step by step with the potion in her hand.

The large black dog backed away while glancing sideways at Lyra.

Lyra couldn't help but feel that the big dog's face clearly said, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"..." Lyra wanted to go back and ask her native wizard friends if all animals in the magical world were this intelligent.

You knew it contained a potion the moment you saw the crystal bottle? The bottle wasn't even opened! How could a dog's nose smell a potion through a bottle?

*

Lyra returned to her dormitory after failing to administer the potion, only to find that her dog was not in the room again.

It's infuriating! These days, dogs are either overly intelligent or incredibly unruly. It's time for humans to find a way to stop these adorable yet hateful dogs!

The next morning, despite the risk of being late, Leila waited in her dorm room until her dog returned home after playing around.

"Bell, is there anything you want to say to me?" Leila held the puppy up to her face, trying to make it admit its mistake of coming home late with a stern look.

"Woof~" But all I got was a puppy that whined in a sweet, childlike voice.

"Hmph, all you know is how to act cute—" But Leila, who clearly falls for this tactic, seemed to be softening.

but--

"Hey, Belle, why do I feel like you've gotten a lot heavier?" Lyra felt the puppy had become a bit heavier, and upon closer inspection, her belly was bulging and her waist was starting to show signs of getting fatter.

Lyra felt it was necessary to curb the puppy's sideways growth—

"Bell, I think you should lose weight. Starting today, your food rations will be halved—"

"Wang?"

But why is the puppy getting fat even though it hasn't been eating much lately?

Would someone secretly feed her puppy?

"Achoo—" Someone sneezed loudly in the Slytherin boys' dormitory.